At 4/21/18 11:13 AM, TaintedLogic wrote: So sad to hear that!
Avicii was an early
influence of mine.
He was a Swede too!
An inspiration to me.
Indeed. R.I.P.
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Told them the bells toll,
Totem on them poles, we all
Fall down. Little. Quick.
I thought I'd be tired,
Yet I woke up with a fire!
This ill world can't quelch
The fire I aspired
To light so bright! That fire tired
I'm tired... not fired now
The sun saturates
the earth with a swift brush stroke.
Bright spirits, flowers.
"Time's fun when you're having flies." ~Kermit the Frog
The Earth it rotates,
A somber sunrise solace!
Look up at the sky.
Haiku fore the morn
Haiku for the mourning of
All that is not day
Long days are forlorn
Or fargone, like jargon is
Sayings of our time
Speaking like a mime.
Morse code for all! Awl and toad,
Dragons in a swarm
Missing is the warmth,
On long, sunny days like this:
Come on taste the bliss.
I'm in training now
I mean I'm commuting like
Liam Neeson did
Cosby canned. It
took fifty years. Aged star yields
to cultural shifts.
"Time's fun when you're having flies." ~Kermit the Frog
At 4/27/18 11:34 AM, TaintedLogic wrote: Cosby canned. It
took fifty years. Aged star yields
to cultural shifts.
No more Pudding Pops,
Cosby Show, or Fat Albert.
A legacy dies.
This country, nay—the
World—disgusts, confuses, and
Saddens me. Alas!
Despite the fractured
Illusions of my youth, I
Know it's for the best.
Misogyny and
Objectification must
Be dealt with firsthand.
Blindness, ignorance,
Apathy, and fear are just
Excuses. No more!
It is time for some
Accountability. Then
We can enact change.
I must admit I,
Never saw the Cosby Show,
So this news doesn't
Really strike a chord.
No lingering sadness, just
Justice: the reward
At 4/28/18 08:54 PM, FireFoxxy wrote: Help me I am trapped
in a dark empty room
save me before they
Alas, we are late!
Hope they did not do that which
They were about to
Unless they were a
Bout of friendly aliens
Just wanting to play
Taser the bliss and
Shock it into staying! Quick!
He is escaping!
If you cannot shock,
Then you may as well slay him!
No bliss for me? None.
If you're bliss then you
Better look around and if
You see me? Best run.
Who am I kidding?
Billy. Billy the Kid. Bill...
*bang* from the Wild West
Standing on the train
Wondering if people know
I'm writing haikus
By how I move my
Fingers against the surface
Of the pole I hold
With each line I write,
For the syllable count it's
Easier this way
Running out of lines...
No? Out of inspiration?
Running out of time?
My sense of purpose,
It all starts feeling worthless.
Silk on the surface.
Death in the cocoon.
Like the dark within my room.
Or within my mind.
A sign? I think my
Sense of purpose was never...
Just barely defined.
Minut - a minute
A little game you can play
That way, all the day
Wait a minute you
Are finished! In a minute,
What am I saying?
Try a second try!
Try Second. In a minute
Sixty tries, but in
A Minut minute
You have all the time you need
To get by alright
It's Pico Day yay!
Celebrate! Levitate on
The waves of great song
I get by on sight.
Insight in sight. In site I
Write. Just slightly eye.
Pling! Someone gets a
Text. I guess the message next
Leaves the letter vexed.
The cold strikes back and
I know for a fact that my
Backhand is whack man
At 5/8/18 05:06 AM, Cyberdevil wrote: The cold strikes back and
I know for a fact that my
Backhand is whack man
Preach it, my brother!
The days chase one another.
Serve like your mother?
At 5/8/18 10:18 AM, ChronoNomad wrote: Preach it, my brother!
The days chase one another.
Serve like your mother?
She's a good server!
A quality motherboard,
CPU and all.
I'm not a sender
I'm a receiver of great
Inspiration now
Like a vampire my altered conscious feel
Can absorve specially well other greatness
But needs much power to create greatness itself
Ceci n'est pas une signature
Feeling the freshness of the unknown
And caring the knowledge of other worlds
The birth flows brilliantly
Ceci n'est pas une signature
Yesterday night I
Tried an onion in my sock.
Nope. It didn't work.
At 5/11/18 02:25 AM, Cyberdevil wrote: Yesterday night I
Tried an onion in my sock.
Nope. It didn't work.
What on earth were you
trying to accomplish with
onions in your sock?
"Time's fun when you're having flies." ~Kermit the Frog
Celebrate mothers
All over the world! Without
Them, where would we be?
Nowhere at all, and
That's a fact. So thank your mom
For the gift of life.
At 5/11/18 03:56 PM, TaintedLogic wrote: What on earth were you
trying to accomplish with
onions in your sock?
Supposedly it
Was an ancient recipe
For curing a cold
