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between peace and war
there is a stillness
a moment's pause
while they prepare their souls
for the onslaught
while i
arrange flowers in a vase
in the rays of the sun
streaming through the window
79 responses total.
Ooh! Wow!
To veiw someone else's world. Is always the best way to see the good and bad of our own.
Remmers, that is sweet. I'm glad you did not write that to the light of an a-bomb.
Ah, the soul of a samurai.
definitely kewl.......
Long delay thy fate, at the hands of thy mate. Let this then be thy right, by light of bombs not to write. For if by bombs thou seest thy pen then thy blood may make thy paper fen. Blood doth not improve thy wit also doth it draw the sucking nit. These things annoy, and do not aid in thine attempt to earn thy pay. So let the light of sun and moon be the light under which thou dost swoon. And let thy works upon thy passing bring joy of remembrance, not eyes o'er glassing. Let thy pen, and thy paper be monuments to the life of thee rather than containers for the remnant of thy bodily gore. I don't know where this came from, but I dredged it from the depths of my imagination in response to the above thread. Sort of...
To be sung to the tune of "The Star Spangled Banner"?
ugh!
rather the sky would fall, tha
Sorry, got cut off. I'll finish it later.
Isn't that last response a little *suggestive*?
naah- not a little suggestive...
Interrupted, then.
Don't you mean "intupreted"?
The sky is fallin'
Very suggestive.
Is not!
hu? sorry. bah. can't type. huh?
In the long-standing tradition of the Enigma conference, I have no memory of responses 10 or 11 Or 13. So there.
Well, neither did I until you made them new. Of course, I have an excuse.
No, I'm sorry, your behavior is inexcusable.
You're one to talk. You're the bad influence. I'm just my beautiful, lovelable, the smugest of smug self.
Mirror? Where's the mirror? And what's my motivation in this scene?
Ok.! NOw which of these chairs is the couch?! Are these two chairs the couch? Are all of them the couch? Where's the coffee machine??!!!
Coffee? Tea? Lithium? Would you like fries with that reality?
No, a small vernors would be fine. By the way, My name is Skye, and I spent the first 9 years of my life living with hippos.
Nah, you're not Skye. You're Liza. Skye does grex now, tho.
Well, I could have told you that! (But I thought she was a party person...it's not the same thing.)
I'm working on her, I'm working on her. Give me some time...
Time's up in half an hour! Either produce or glue those toothpick to your eyelashes like the Konvicted Karakalpakian Kibbutzist that you probably are in reality #2!
Oh no! The horror, the horror! (I think she's on vacation - can I have an extension?)
i think you may NOT. Prepare to meet your fate!!! <i anticipates orinoco facing a very unsympathetic jury and slips a bottle of Jolt into the man-eating octopus tank so that he won't linger horribly>
You may be interested to know that I dabble in trout. But alas, chickens, like Dan, will *never* fly (at least not in reality #1).
dan flies?
only in the dark. After sunrise he has to go back to his coffin
well if its not a vampire, there's one way to fix that...
Only a misguided vampire I'm afraid.
After spending the hot part of the day shut up in that old coffin, his B.O. may scare the garlic away.
You just need to find a hardier breed of garlic.
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