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| Marc Summers |
The sun's rays wrapped my body like a cozy down comforter that soothed me as I was out tending to the garden this morning.
The occasional cool breeze gave me a much needed break from the sometimes overbearing attention the sun had
provided. The sky had
been painted with heavy brush strokes by a very talented, yet unknown artist. My thoughts wandered as
I marveled at this individuals' amazing attention to detail. How does one create the shadows so perfectly on the clouds? How does the white meld with the blue in such an odd
and mystical manner? Every time I asked these questions, my mind jumped from cloud to cloud.
Not, thoughts, but my
liberated consciousness.
The garden, in which
I was working, is in the middle of
my yard, surrounded by a cast iron perimeter. I had been cleaning the debris which was left by the decayed and dormant plant life that
grew tired of the long growing season.
How
are
you
bless
you heart
i will change of subject now
this thread
is now about humanity
is anyone there?
hello
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| Sunsnail |
Damn, I actually farted when I read this thread.
/JP |
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| idoru |
What in the sweet name of everything that is holy?
I mean, I get that you're going for something "artistic" here, but... from you? :wtf: |
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| Ygrene |
| *insert backlight shadow photo of an erect wang* |
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| Marc Summers |
I
what is its meaning
I is powerful
I is you
I is myself
I
is unique |
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| chach |
| quote: | Originally posted by Sunsnail
Damn, I actually farted when I read this thread.
/JP |
Lol me too :wtf:
Seriously though wtf.....
I mean about the fart.
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| Marc Summers |
i have discovered the flatulence
everyone who reads the first post will pass gas
i know the ways now |
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| pkcRAISTLIN |
| poetry sucks. |
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| EvilTree |
| quote: | Originally posted by pkcRAISTLIN
poetry sucks. |
Yeah. Girls don't dig that anymore these days |
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| DJ Shibby |
Really gorgeous and eloquent. Got more?
I think we're on the same wavelength; life is goooood. |
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| DJ Shibby |
And it, here's some emerson.
Celestial Love I
Higher far,
Upward, into the pure realm,
Over sun or star,
Over the flickering Dæmon film,
Thou must mount for love,—
Into vision which all form
In one only form dissolves;
In a region where the wheel,
On which all beings ride,
Visibly revolves;
Where the starred eternal worm
Girds the world with bound and term;
Where unlike things are like,
When good and ill,
And joy and moan,
Melt into one. |
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