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Vompatti 
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VIP Member Joined: October 22 2005 Location: elsewhere Status: Offline Points: 67407 |
 Posted: October 29 2009 at 18:28 |
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this is not a pope.
I can bend frown trrrrun back (that was actually the first verse!) ggggggg hhhhhhh uiiiuyu v vu gggyttkfyfufuyfuyfufuyfu tu ¨ b uy u u utu ügu u signed: Alfred - no! Aaaaaaaaaaaaa something - yes. gygyguguguygygyfyfyfyfy fyf yfy fy yfyf what the .. is this whatever I'll post it any-wau-wayu.wawae FOG-DOG-GOD-but not "gof" - I won der wh y? |
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Vompatti
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VIP Member Joined: October 22 2005 Location: elsewhere Status: Offline Points: 67407 |
Posted: October 30 2009 at 04:27 |
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(See below)
It's so lame. I can't even integrate (x^3+1)/(x^x+2). And the blue vase is still there. Still there. Still there. Still there. (There were some more lines in this poem but I e- rased them.) |
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Luca Pacchiarini
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Joined: March 08 2009 Location: home Status: Offline Points: 530 |
Posted: October 30 2009 at 09:05 |
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The Path You Entered Is Not Valid
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Vompatti
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VIP Member Joined: October 22 2005 Location: elsewhere Status: Offline Points: 67407 |
Posted: November 04 2009 at 16:06 |
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not killing time, but hopefully wounding it
I'm only writing this because I've already posted in most of the good threads in just for fun and I'm not bored enough yet to revive one of the moribund threads on page seven or eight or possibly even seventeen (but not eighteen, be- cause the ones on there and the ones after those ones are locked - forever unresponsive to my delicate -- [the manuscript ends here.] |
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Vompatti
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VIP Member Joined: October 22 2005 Location: elsewhere Status: Offline Points: 67407 |
Posted: November 05 2009 at 10:41 |
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We managed to get our hands on the latter part of the manuscript containing the above poem in its entirety. It was presented to us by a Franciscan monk who had found an Arabic translation of it between the pages of an 18th century book on entomology and translated it to Latin. We present the text here as it was dictated to us in English by an anonymous friend.
-- touch). a woman the size of a fire truck walked by. my tongue was the only way to measure the distances between nocturnal thumbnails. I can have a coffee if I like to. I too have triangular shapes inside me. imagine an organ that gives a beeping sound. imagine a hen. my keychain - no. it's no good. notice how the letters I sent to that person who was just a certain person like any other person - but what about an arson? it's dark brown but the edges are round in their light circularity. |
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weetabix
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Joined: January 20 2008 Status: Offline Points: 170 |
Posted: November 06 2009 at 19:41 |
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Theres a man on a mountain
looking for the fountain
for tthe fountain of youth
I'm going up there,
He's my brother and I care
Dare to tell him the truth
Think Blue
Like you always do
so clear and clean
Think Blue
just made for you
easy to be seen
Theres a girl on the river
I got something to give her
But she's out of reach
Waving my arms and shouting
The more I'm doughting
She sees me on this beach
Think blue
Let it think for you
Give it all you got
Think Blue
Like you always do
When your worlds in a knot
Village people are busy
Running round like their dizzy
getting ready for the show
outside temps are falling
mothernature is calling
pretty soon it will snow
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weetabix
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Joined: January 20 2008 Status: Offline Points: 170 |
Posted: November 06 2009 at 19:49 |
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There's a girl next door to me
and when her daddy goes out to sea
She comes on over and wakes me up
pours me Tea in giant cup
When the bangers and eggs are made
She sticks her fingers in my marmalade
Grabs that sausage and smears it so
smacks her lips and watch her go
Her daddy he's a decent guy
loves his stout and shepards pie
one sunday after arsenal played
his wife dressed up in marmalade
Marmalade marmalade
She's my little maramalade
marmalade, marmalade
Who's going to clean up the mess you made
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Vompatti
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VIP Member Joined: October 22 2005 Location: elsewhere Status: Offline Points: 67407 |
Posted: November 08 2009 at 15:31 |
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the soda/pop song
why is it that every time I drink eight mugs of coffee or more my heart beats like a drum machine, oh baby, when I think of U? yeah, yeah, oh yeah, baby, yeah, woa-woa-woa-woe-yeah, oh yeah. baby, baby, yea-yea-yea-yeah. and if I align my body to a certain position, oh baby, I almost feel like vomiting although there's hardly anything inside me. (refrain) my legs twitch and my eyes pop out. I once knew a man who could remove his artificial eye and put it in someone's drink. (fade out) |
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Vompatti
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VIP Member Joined: October 22 2005 Location: elsewhere Status: Offline Points: 67407 |
Posted: November 10 2009 at 12:49 |
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Burying the Cat
The wind, the wind - never mind, where was I? I want to travel to Belgium. |
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Man With Hat
Collaborator 
Jazz-Rock/Fusion/Canterbury Team Joined: March 12 2005 Location: Neurotica Status: Offline Points: 166178 |
Posted: November 13 2009 at 14:43 |
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All Out Of Reasons To Shop For Limes
Pancakes always find me hinding, underneath the crystal doors
Wainting for my Sunday landfill, touching watermelons by the score
To investigate the lapse in time, and seeds of fulfillment in the iron ore
Supplicate and a roller coaster, Cataleena wanted more.
Cataleena that greedy little bitch
Whistling freely in the snow
Always grabbing my soup plate.
I stabbed her once, just so softly underneath her pinky toe
She sucked out all the poison.
Lofty goals await those who lament angles obtuse
Follow me to the land of plenty, and get yourself the golden goose.
How can I be a flower?
Colder colder colder still
The sun begins to grow
A magic net, a crumhorn pipe,
Hummingbirds in my hummus
they will never go.
For hummus is a magnet for tiny birds.
Birds borrow inside my mind
A flight risk
The tumbler
Thunder tubes as we go.
Walk across the cats at night.
We found our hose.
Edited by Man With Hat - November 13 2009 at 14:44 |
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Dig me...But don't...Bury me
I'm running still, I shall until, one day, I hope that I'll arrive Warning: Listening to jazz excessively can cause a laxative effect. |
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Vompatti
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VIP Member Joined: October 22 2005 Location: elsewhere Status: Offline Points: 67407 |
Posted: November 19 2009 at 06:29 |
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Love Is a Flashlight in the Hand of a Blind Fool
There's no reason to deny it: I walked behind a cigarette today deliberately looking at the crude, shivering hand attached to it. It was raining and every screwdriver I could get my hands on was slslslsllslslippspspepepepperprprrpryryryry, , , which reminds me: peppermints - I never really was that much into them to be honest. |
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weetabix
Forum Senior Member
Joined: January 20 2008 Status: Offline Points: 170 |
Posted: December 02 2009 at 05:35 |
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knifes edge
no surprise
simple pledge
word to the wise
Dream dragon
in disguise
no bragging
word to the wize
have a notion
seize the motion
life under the ocean
freeze w/ commotion
take it easy
slip into something more comfortable
I know what doing
say goodbye hello again
down the road follow my lead
they keep singing about letting it bleed
The Reverend and his girl
fleshpot
close enough
too much English
sign away your life
on the edge of a knife
need shelter from the storm
hail, hail Rock and Roll
creature feature
hit the dirt when we say so
scream in you sleep if you must know
ALL THIS LISTENING TO ARS NOVA
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Luca Pacchiarini
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Joined: March 08 2009 Location: home Status: Offline Points: 530 |
Posted: December 02 2009 at 14:29 |
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Captain Capricorn
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Joined: February 21 2009 Status: Offline Points: 1085 |
Posted: December 02 2009 at 14:51 |
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A JOYFUL GUIDE TO TREE SCALING
Slave Girl (Tamas) Young Slave Girl come dapple among the corn And pleasure Thyself where no Eye can see! Come breed us a Kingdom, O Slave Girl, Ye - 'Tis from Thine loins the Universe is born! On the Winter's passing Thou shalt go free. Some call Thee by the name Persiphone And some take Thee to be a Prostitute - But I must inject and evoke dispute For I know the young Slave Girl to be me Hard is my Body and Blacker than soot! Secret Hand (Sat) I'm Luna and at once Phallus Dei - Stability is in Change, They say! This Foundation's a Pillar of Salt - But partakes of the nature of Pe - Yet 'tis lacking in Bliss and in Thought. This Hand holds Its Secret in BEING - In Slothful Darkness and Ignorance - In the Subconscious Mind and in Dreams - 'Tis unstable as the Air, it seems! A Boy Named Beth (Chit) Call me Hermes Trismegistus, Thoth, Anubis, or Mercury! I bear the Wing'ed Cadeusus - My nature is Activity And Communication and THOUGHT - For I am the Water of Mind - The number Two that sprang from Naught - And by the number Eight defined! Copper Leafing (Ananda) The Lover chid the Artis': "Dost Thou not the Sulpher smell? "Venus hath left bare Her Shell "To lose Herself in the BLISS "Of the Green Electric Fire "Of Her longing and Desire!" "What an subtle Art is this!" Pillow Talk (Samadhi) Holy Angelic Guard, Whisper Thy Pillow Talk! Inebriated Bard, Strum on Thy Lute - don't balk! Thine LVX let beam down hard, Sunflower on the stalk! Martial Law (Rajas) A Red Seed of War Is this Star of Flame! Elohim Gibor - Severity's Name! Cheth! Teth! Lamed! Maim! Rain Dance (Sattvas) O Number Four, Pour down Thine Rain! Open Thy Door - Fortune & Gain! Binah Blues (Dukkha) This SORROW For all Time Is Hollow Bicycle (Anicca) Turn Wheel! CHANGE! Reel! No Self (Anatta) - [ SELF ] |
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weetabix
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Joined: January 20 2008 Status: Offline Points: 170 |
Posted: December 02 2009 at 20:40 |
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Luca Pacchiarini............... BRAVO! Best here yet.
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refugee
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VIP Member Joined: November 20 2006 Location: Greece Status: Offline Points: 7026 |
Posted: December 22 2009 at 16:18 |
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I know a sacred meadow
with roses red and white The white ones are for morning, the red ones are for night These flowers of perfect beauty grow up without a thorn They carry us to Heaven and there new life is born I wake up and I find you still sleeping in your bed I kiss you and I give you a white rose in a red Edited by refugee - December 22 2009 at 16:20 |
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He say nothing is quite what it seems;
I say nothing is nothing (Peter Hammill) |
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Vompatti
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VIP Member Joined: October 22 2005 Location: elsewhere Status: Offline Points: 67407 |
Posted: January 24 2010 at 12:56 |
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I Think Someone Suggested Elsewhere That I Should Maybe Post This Thing Here Or Something (?)
I'm all out of ideas. Everything meaningful has already been said. There are no more stories to tell. Poetry is dead and art is worth less than my vomit. |
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Vompatti
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VIP Member Joined: October 22 2005 Location: elsewhere Status: Offline Points: 67407 |
Posted: January 25 2010 at 04:25 |
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Things That Can Or Cannot Be Done With Scissors
Cutting one's hair Cutting one's fingernails Cutting one's toenails Cutting some kind of weird grass in the garden Building a house Building a bridge Building a castle Building a cathedral (I'm not sure of the last two.) |
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Luca Pacchiarini
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Joined: March 08 2009 Location: home Status: Offline Points: 530 |
Posted: January 25 2010 at 09:06 |
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I rate that one above Coleridge
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Vompatti
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VIP Member Joined: October 22 2005 Location: elsewhere Status: Offline Points: 67407 |
Posted: January 25 2010 at 09:14 |
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That's not saying much, but thanks anyway.
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