Current poems in progress...

& i will always lap u #racinggameplayerstatus
---Anonymous

"*Invents amazing new tech where, if you scan a dvd you own into the camera, the movie suddenly starts to begin.* #wastingtimewithdiscs"

I then added, "If you scan a dvd you don't own, it plays a recording of your birth"

Satisfied, I rose and scanned the computer lab. There he was again. But this time, he was crying. He was staring into the monitor, and tears were coming from his face.

Being an investigator of all things, I approached this human, and asked, "You ok, man?"

He didn't even seem to see me. Something had happened that was visually depicted to him on the monitor that I was not privy to. A new set of tears drained down his rosy cheeks, and now, he even sniffled a little.

I touched him with my left boot. "You alright?," I asked. "What are you fucking crying about?"

No response.

"Just, cause, like, I have to spend a lot of time in this computer lab. I don't want your tears gradually causing a biological hazard that could injure my person."

Nothing. No response.

"Can I do something for you, to make you stop the crying?" I asked. Incentives are always motivational.

Then something unexpected happened. Something unforseen. The man turned his head to me, and, with a little sniff, asked, "Yes. Can you get me a cola?" He turned his head back to the monitor.

Right. Sure. I had been meaning to go to the vending machine anyway.

/rv

What gives me shivers is not the *deadline*, but the *dad* line.
---Anonymous

Yes, I am one of those...'crammers'.
People that just absorb all the info
then use it, as necessary.

Regardless of beauty or discipline.

So, yeah. I don't fear any 'deadlines'.

Gut Sunday afternoon, to talk with my father. Just to simply say 'hi'.
That takes a lot of effort.

/rv

True Crush
---Anonymous

"I don't believe in ghosts," said Jane.
"No," said Jane-nine, "I don't believe in ghosts either."

"But do you believe in Ghost?"

There was clear computation. "What if I believe in half of a ghost?" asked Jane.

"Yes," said Jane-nine. "And what if I believe in the other half?"

"This is getting really creepy, girls," said /rv, "I want to make sure you are being honestly depicted before I continue any longer."

"I don't want to be depicted," said Jane-Nine. "I want to be represented."

"By me?"

"I want you to want to represent."

.

"Can we be clear, if you would allow?"

"Yeah?" said Jane.

*You* want *me* to represent *you*?

She put a delicate hand across my lap. "Nobody is saying you have to believe in it."

"You're saying..." He almost didn't want to believe in it. The magnitude was too great. It wouldn't possible, in terms of physics. "No, you're not saying..."

"I'm saying, relax," she said.

"Relax?"

"Yes."

/rv
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Better with theoretical physics, where anything is possible (and improbability is a virtue).

It is bloody hard to relax with all these improbable ghosts about!

the Infinite Thimble

2089 A.D.
---everywordmeanslove

by this time
a teenager in France
Pierre Morel
will find this webpage by chance
and wonder how I knew his name
but Pierre,
be not astonished
I have seen how arduously you fight yourself on this issue...
your very passionate
and discerning mind
produced this coincidence
which you now see as consummated prophecy
before your very eyes!
And I mean to say to you:
you must tell your Isobel
(-and do not wait until tomarrow!)
that you love her!
That you loved her from the moment you laid eyes upon her.
It will make all the difference.
If you do not,
you will never see this poem.
=============================
-ewml
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Just 1 Gil, Kupo?

/rv

Cling
---everywordmeanslove

The cling of our skin
makes extra low frequencies
a foreplayed aortic ballet
a pelvic parade of high taste.
Having known the thrum to swallow
all the brocade tapestry
and inlaid mother of pearl,
we strip your shining silhouette
which you squoze like an angel,
fornicating with each emission
of the orchestra of my future selves
come and coming and came to warn my past selves
mouthfuls of permutations wasted
but you made me promise to ignore
and I willingly
obey(ed).
=========
-ewml
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But my promise was not ignorance,
and softly pedaled rain
but the tears of a a never-ending chain.

I know how badly you want me to rap. But I will never do it. You will never have the combination!

/rv
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There will be no cling rap

/rv

Okay your will: Cling Rap
---Anonymous

To learn to be a parent, I sometimes like to post certain things online as say a 4, 9, 15 or 18 year old child.

I want to imagine what my kids could possibly be, before they imagine it and hurt themselves, while they try to Rap.

...

Midnight chilling at ewfm's
what the fuck means every word?
Lounge of love or a 'lycan' tale?
To learn to be a parent, I sometimes like to post certain things online as say a 4, 9, 15 or 18 year old child.

I like the sentiment of the post to be *mental*, not psychical.

/rv

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you would be a most interesting parent. but i don't see you as having that kind of interest. what intrigues you about becoming a father?

i don't get why people breed.

amber
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immortality. /rv
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they want a part of them to remain /rv
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www.youtube.com/watch?v=FtcZq7ic4sc

if they trap you in the chat, let me know. I will show you how you are not ... trapped in the chat ;)

/rv
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i would prefer if parts of me didn't hang around. perhaps that's the difference.

amber
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..out of curiosity, did you write 21923? not that i mind. just wondered who is needing to be "closer" to me.

amber
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I I have to check whether I did, is it still an issue? /rv
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it is in the sense that i am taking some inventory and beefing up security measures. you're my friend, so if it's you who wrote it, i can relax. we have transcended creepy communication.

if it's not you, i'm going to reformat my weekend plans (cracks knuckles).

amber
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i know that i have established turkic establishments at irfanbaig.com.

i am beefing up the security measures, but at the same time trying to seem kind of acceptable to ... projections... ./rv
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but did you write that line? it's crucial that i know.

thanks.

amber
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I'm leaving IPP /rv
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did you write the line, is all i want to know. like i said, i don't care if you did. but if you didn't, or know who (other than you) who did, it's kind of a security problem for me, you know?

amber
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You know I'm a fake, amber, don't push it.

Many a hand has scaled the grand old face of the plateau
Some belonged to strangers, some to folks you know

Holy Grails and Spotted Great Whales
thumbed the last few strings
wanting to know if someone they pound upon
thinks they're not just sleeves. /rv
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thanks, that's all i needed. i'm glad i always checked those sleeves for knives, even friends. i won't ask why, because we (all of us) already know.

good luck with the rest of it. going to be a bit more difficult from here on i'd imagine.

amber
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Difficulty may even be an imagined thing...according to Al.

I'm going to stick with my omni. /rv
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ssbUPxWnGmk

that way, as it gets harder, i don't have to go through this emotionally wrenching experience again.
I am happy that you'd imagine,. I try and say I would too, but it is not possible for this psyche.

/rv

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Okay. yes, as probably already suspected, I did enter 21923. That was my work. Not a lot of thought was put into it, and I am sorry for trivializing anything that may have existed in lieu.

I am sure I took no pleasure in the construction.

/rv

She Began As A Woman Who Used Internet
---Anonymous

Most of the generation-x spittle just went past her face.
One time she was sleeping with this guy, 'Beck'. He was a total loser.

She had to organize how the business worked,
something people like to shoot as though
full recollection of ninja-turtle-names
will make your lecturer happy in life.

"What if I touch this?"
"What if you touched that? That's something you created by yourself."

"You curious?"

"I try to investigate your depths," her steadfast pal said.

"Can I have an excuse?"

"No," she said. "Boards don't hit back."

/rv

Hip Gnonsis (Yeah, stop jeering, rawr!)
---Anonymous

I can smooth any lantern
's light.

That is what is expected, right?
But deeper issues are starting to manifest,
tightly winding the noose of unconfesseds.
What happened during that time you were yourself?

What schemes did you ploy?

I stand waiting to be processed
(This is normal, this happens where I live)
Lesser ton is put upon viewing face
bait me if you think you're the one they ask.

/rv

Do You Have to Let It Linger?
---Anonymous

You know I'm the fool in 'sucha'.
Whatever that is.
Tale me punkin...
I was such a fruit for you.
Really wanted to belong with your
different

If you could return,
take a hand that just burns,
I hope I wasn't really rude
it's just your latitude vs

your longitude.

Anyway, I thought you were a friend
thought you'd stay and shoot
the shit

but you were lying...all the time :(
a last friend for an eternal liar :)

Ah. well. Just, tell me something;
you know how I am such a fuel for you?

Do you *have* to let it linger?

/rv

joining IPP
---Anonymous

This son of a bitch here has a character sheet. She has damn character sheet!

Things in the universe stopped stopping for the red lights, in order to begin contributing towards creating a kind of...temporal courtroom...a kind of...area in spacetime, a...rift. Nobody noticed, of course--for them it was as though just walking down the alley on the way back home, and you see various materials being collected up by some micro-whirlwind. Nobody realizes those are the ingredients for a later reckoning.

According to her character sheet, her value at 10 carats is 160.17 (in US dollas).

That's right. This person comes carrying an actual character sheet that you can check out, with various stats such as:
Liability to Exit Online Space: None
Is friends with vizual: Could be
Knows Ann: Yes
Knows Ann Personally: No
PERL Knowledge: Voodoo
BOFH (Bastard Operator From Hell) Capacity: Snipper
...

The list goes on and on. It's cool to keep such a list. It shows the people your qualities, and simultaneously serves as a type of 'range' of things your can personally improve.

She just keeps polishing herself.

.=Garnet=.
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so it's good to hand off the baton to a suitable replacement. right at the 400 meter mark no less.

invoke the fury, and godspeed.

amber (really leaving now, i swears)
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No further questions, your honor. .=Garnet=.
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dude in the awarehouse keeps singing a song by elton john called benny and the jets.. but no, he is singing johnny and the jets over and over i want to say its benny muh but i dont even know if he knows the lyrics besides the fact that i dont want to try to convince myself that i know the lyrics and i dont want to excavate the territory of changing the lyrics so then i can listen to bro sing a song with lyrics that i am responsible for... oh shit scissors.
.
...3mj
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exactly. he's a snipper.

But, you know, after you've been the Last Man From Earth, you're pretty much set. Hope you find some kind of resolutions. /rv
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I've got purple Mescal worms crawling out of my monitor. I knew I should

have stuck to the Cognac, but

I just love the delicate sound the jewels make when they fall onto an in-

clined wooden surface.

the IT

The prisoner
---everywordmeanslove

Every idea being a prayer
enshrined against it's own will,
held a relic by dolts
escapes it's own enslavement
into the wet holy temple
which is the human mouth, and
stripped of it's meat-body is
borne aloft by the strands of ether
and resounds in the
ever-recursive void...
Wishing itself to death.
========================
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mummy crickets emerge from the flesh pipe membrane straight jacketed in the marrow of a newtonian grammophone.
um.
yo.
...3mj
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i admit i haven't seen all of the prisoner. but if they are doing a whole pink ball, then, man... /rv

My Lover Is In A Witness Protection Program
---Anonymous

I been brushing up,
not my teeth but my slang.
Been learning up
all words I can't bring myself to say.

www.writeaprisoner.com/prison-slang.aspx

Cos I got your faith
right here, right where you can see it.
I can tear, through the sky
sniffing at ozones like it's petals

And, I've forgotten what it means
to truly enjoy
words the humans write.
Need to start enjoying those again.

/rv

Downton IPP
---Anonymous

Donwtown IPP is a short internet experience that exhibits how, on IPP, there are lower class people that write, and then upper ones like runningvein, riverfr0zen or giggling_urethra.

One of the best relationships in Donwton IPP belongs to a woman named 'amber', who is the sort of 'house woman' of the whole house. She know exactly where every stocking is worn.
In 2002 runningvein. a transient suffering from gout, told amber that she need not make such displays of herself, but it was not given to fruition. The mad woman continued to do as she pleased, sometimes even calling a dubious Howard type character into the bargain.

In 2008, shortly after he had sent her flowers through a very expensive Romanian flower service, this Romanian Woman decided that she no longer should associate with runningvein, and that she should post a photo of her staring adamantly into the entrance of the new Galactic Order.

Runningvein watched as this woman ran off to have her own life, and live her own little life, while, for him, more massive things were happening. For e.g. it was heard a little later 2008, maybe July, that her best idea of life is to get a house in 'Tuscanny'.

"What is this?" wondered runningvein. "A lover for ants?" /rv
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'Dubious'? Dubious, my ass, you are invoking your own ghost, imagine a man punching himself in the face with each word, it's you.

-howard

Juggling Sound Cards
---Anonymous

Anything precedented, anything filtered in
feel the tiers in coldest gin.
Anyone needs a dentist or dental surgeon
to remove the teeth, those sweet teeth.

Most nightmares begin with the guy
cheating on his girlfriend.
He tells her, in the morning, as she wakes
that he loves her completely.

Then at 8.24pm he is soliciting sex
from some kind of evening creature
usually common to these environs.

By 8.25 this skillfull master has seduced him,
lrtting his honest bond with his woman look like fluffs of cotton.
He sadly begins to remove her things from his person.
He gives back all her photos and her written words.

"I'm going to miss you, so terribly," he says.
She tells him that she will probably find someone else soon.
"Of course you will."
She explains how, within days. it will be like she was in love again.

His body begins a process that causes him to become more like a robot than a human being.

He looks at her future, and where once, there was this amazing nugget that he just wanted to hug, he sees a type of puppet.

She confirns with him that he will try his best not to call her home phone number.
He rolls his eyes.
"My mom might pick the phone up," she explains. "I don't want her to hear from you."

He begins to imagine an older her, her mother. Not dicey and easily floated like her, but sturdy, strong and powerful. He beings to fantasize about the mother, and the skirts she wears.

The clothes she puts on.

/creepy_veins
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And don't give me crap about being stupid, I'm just starting up now. /rv
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How is it that you entitled this poem Juggling Sound Cards when I am doing exactly that, trying to get my Cubase LE-5 to work properly instead of failing to recognize the input of my instruments?
You presage me eerily.
-ewml
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This is why I come into this site. /rv
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(there is a slightly more refined version at trooli's: trulyeffingoode.blogspot.com/2012/03/juggling-sound-cards.html)

Pre-Sage, Huh?
---Anonymous

A wizzard is a wizzard is a wizzard is a wizzard is a wizzard is a wizzard is a wizzard is a wizzard, squared.

But that's not truly viewing matters in rewind.
For that, you need to hire out some actual VHS tape,
and some actual VHS recorder...

Then you must commit all the images to the 'film',
along with lossy audio.

Then you go to sleep, and
then you wake up to see what happens.

/rv

Pareidolia
---everywordmeanslove

Relaxing at 3 a.m. on the porch with a cigarette or two...
I see a reflection to indulge in:
THERE IS AN ALIEN ROBOT INSIDE MY CAR!
It's beady white eyes unflinching,
glare upon my soul!
A slit for a mouth of blackness hiding metal teeth for sure,
I indulge in the eerie whim;
it is but streetlights reflected in the driver's side window, I realize, but...
MY FEAR GROWS! IT'S IMPLODING MY HEART WITH IT'S CORROSIVE STARE!
Put the butt out and chuckle in comfort.
IT LOOKS AGAIN!
===============
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use the cross-x

/rv
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great writing, btw! /rv

Importance of figthing against Zaibatsu
---Anonymous

In most xaibatsus, there are official rules. And they don't have to use the crappy controller. No.

When you fight Zaibatsus, you use your most Normal controller.

Thank you /rv

Sonic Bloom
---Anonymous

Sudden heat, spores
allergies of affection.
Pollen don't want but
immediately, crabs.

The gentle milk streaming.
Finally landing the plane propeller-ly.
Twelve other indignant boy-racers.
Just two girls.

Oh wait. Twelve women.
Sixteen. Twenty-five.
Thirty!

Infinite women.

/rv

Educated
---Anonymous

“No, the memories don’t come back as often anymore,
“The fire cleared away most of the reminders,
“The ornamental chess board with the obsidian pieces,
“The solid gold pendant in the shape of a hangman’s noose,
“The meerschaum pipe carved into the likeness of Proust,
“That entire library of leather bound, embossed pornography,
“All reduced, with the old house, to a pile of cold, dead ash,
“To be pushed aside and trucked off to landfills,
“Where clouds of seagulls will scratch for tidbits,
“And fly-cloud trucks return daily to deposit more memories.”

-a sigh of resignation mixed with contentment as she leaned back into the overstuffed couch and sipped warm gin from the delicate bone china tea cup.

a painting of a mermaid
---stig, Belo Horizonte

Water nymph shine silver braid,
Arisen from the foam blue waves,
Dancing on a stage of fog bank steel.
Olive eyes that smile sweet love,
Lifts clear purity above,
Everything that’s wet and cold and real.

She’s come to take me,
Away.
She’s gonna make me,
Today.
Lady dream Antlantis carry me.

Her image gently breaks my hold,
The plank that had kept me afloat,
Visions on an eye once salt burned blind.
Her cooling touch relieves,
Her loving depths receive,
Me and all I once had thought were mine.

She came and took me,
Away.
She gave back to me,
Today.
Lady dream Antlantis bury me.

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Love this /rv

seed
---stig, Belo Horizonte

A cement and steel cemetery sidewalk,
Cracked by shoes and sun and falling time,
While deep beneath the city long forgotten,
A single seed begins a steady climb . . .

While taxis hurry heart attacks to central,
And buses beat the street beyond repair,
That one seed begins to sprout a root tip,
Pushing itself up toward the air .
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Though an anonymous bead, the next slide will seethe,
my hope is to ignite
a kind of way for us to live a life.
Yikes, I excited.

Maybe next time moderate my excited-ness.

/rv

Never fuck with this guy when it comes to 'words'
---Anonymous

One of the things he hates is 'dreamz'.
He finds it so cheap, so unacceptable.
"Hey, tell me about your dreamz"

In many ways, he is basic.
He doesn't add a 'z' to make things
more dreamy, or palatable.

You say 'dreamz', he says topaz.
fucking topaz.
Your mom wants topaz.

/rv

It's not inevitable
---Anonymous

"I don't care about anything you write anymore," she whispered.

He laughed it off. He sought her, her being, her sexuality, and he held her close to his face:

"You do care," he insisted.

"I don't," she smiled.

"Wow," he said to her. I messed up *that* badly?
"You realize I am an actual human being?" she said.

"Of course."
"An actual human being that goes through real life-cycles."

He was blown away. "Life cycles?" he responded, captivated.

/rv

reboot
---turpentine

i have lost my ability to have fun
says the robot

a glitch in the resurrection process, maybe? or maybe they were trying something new..

there was excitement in the air, i can tell by the way they were giggling as they prepared their sterile instruments.. or maybe it’s the way i died..

i have lost the ability to smile
says this “latest”
“version”

“of me”,

the anesthesia’s worn off. the tiny, tiny tubes- detached. even my skin (?) has regained its regular gleam. still, something is not right

not quite right. like

broken cabinet doors opening. in my head. everytime i blink,

spillage of residual memries, i, shut them close

still, they open. there is no end of lin.e no more happy noises. no more disclaimers in my speeches. no more jumping.

the cabinet doors keep opening. everytime i blink…

everytime i..

maybe, Earth spun a little too wildly
while i was out.
or maybe, nothing is just the same. simply.














-turps.2...8..16.32.64.128.

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skillfully done. /rv
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I am reminded of the old adage about how it is impossible to dip your foot into the same river twice. This piece caused me to think. For a tiny brain like mine thinking is a bit painful, but necessary.
This is good stuff.

the Infinite Thimble

a breakthrough
---turpentine

I have learned

that the steam rising
from your coffee
aren’t really molecules
leaving your beverage as vapours
after reaching a certain point in temperature.
Rather, the smoky stuff escaping your cup
are, in fact, the dejected souls
of those who passed away and upon embarking
on the misty shores of Elysium,
encountered a blinking
neon sign that
says:

“NO VACANCY.”






-turps.2

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If this was a facebook type app, I'd plus you. /runningvein

Flying a propeller-based plane
---Anonymous

I make sure that nobody will be able to exploit
what I have done.

I triangulate.
Maybe it needs to be a trapezium.
I'm not the one who is controlling that.

I just control the plane.
I make sure the landing gear is deployed.
Then sail smoothly into the fog.

Sometimes it is as scary as hell
) HELL
But I keep a calm and open mind.
I tell myself that it's going to be okay.

/rv
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Flying into the fog is metaphorically apt.
Another good one, /rv.

the Infinite Thimble
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Good thing you were there to see it, Mr Cholmondley-Warner.

Yoo can't expect a man who works in the ship's chop to do any illooosions.
Mr Cholmondley-Warner

/thank_you
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missing Mr Cholmondley-Warner link: www.youtube.com/watch?v=y4CXY6TVBMc

/num_num

Greedier in the Feed Machine
---Anonymous

This is a sequel to trulyeffingoode.blogspot.com/2009/02/feeder-in-greed-machine-1-sleep.html
---
Part One
"We are making a gentle shift to starboard," he announced, allowing wafts of flame and smoke to spread around his throat area.
There was only a great deal of laughter from the other end. It was this thick spread of laughter, like batter or some other choking device, sneaking up the pathways that comprised his bodily system like only cholestrol would.
"Still navigating," he said, and lowered his landing gear. By his altitude and position, it was obvious that he was doing the classic square-type landing maneuver.
"You're not even at bow," said the laughter.
He pushed the computer button off and retired to his quarters in disgust.
"Look in the mirror," said the laughter. "You're not home yet."
"I haven't looked in the mirror, and I never will, Williams! I'm defiant!"
"You're not defiant. You're not even that cognizant of your entire potential. You, my old friend, are merely en-route to a calculated destiny."
"At least it is my own density," said Tweed. "And," and here there was a note of defiance, "at least it's my own destiny."

/runningvein
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Revised:

This is a sequel to trulyeffingoode.blogspot.com/2009/02/feeder-in-greed-machine-1-sleep.html
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Part One

"We are making a gentle shift to starboard," he announced, allowing wafts of flame and smoke to spread around his throat area.

There was only a great deal of laughter from the other end. It was this thick spread of laughter, like batter or some other choking device, sneaking up the pathways that comprised his bodily system like only cholestrol would.

"Still navigating," he said, and lowered his landing gear. By his altitude and position, it was obvious that he was doing the classic square-type landing maneuver.

"You're not even at bow," said the laughter.

He pushed the computer button off and retired to his quarters in disgust.

"Look in the mirror," said the laughter. "You're not home yet."
"I haven't looked in the mirror, and I never will, Williams! I'm defiant!"
"You're not defiant. You're not even that cognizant of your entire potential. You, my old friend, are merely en-route to a calculated destiny."
"At least it is my own density," said Tweed. "And," and here there was a note of defiance, "at least it's my own destiny."

/runningvein

"Nothing you write again, will ever mean anything."
---Anonymous

What the hell did I do to make her hate me *that* much.

My aircraft began to drown. It began to go circles.

When I woke up, I had to look into Tweed's face. "Join me," I asked him.
He only switched off his computer, and he went to another bar.

.

Tweed actually goes home daily and makes a paid woman give him a blowjob, and let him come in her mouth. That is something he feels that he 'needs' to do because I am omnipresent.

.

The next morning, Tweed falls down the stairs that he had chosen very carefully in order to be sturdy. Then his hair fell off. Then his shoes. Then his shame.

I spent a lot of time talking to Tweed, and making sure that he understood how badly shambling his own person was. How badly his idea of religion had failed. How, basically it would no longer be necessary for him to waste my time with 'picures' or 'movies'. We all have our fucking movies. They are not written by Tween.

.

On Oct. 18th Tweed sent me a message over snail mail. It contained an envelope full of powder that made many people itchy for several hundred years.

Several hundred years later, I drove a bike into his compound. Tweed had died years earlier, now there was some girl for me to bother.

I watched as two people urinated on Tweed's grave.

/rv

Investigations about the saying YES
---Anonymous

What we are researching is saying "YES" constantly, and the various ways to say "No" while saying "YES".

What you do is you begin to agree ("YES"), then infuse that agreement with various disagreements. It is a very peculiar behavior, yes, but then...what behavior is not peculiar?

"That is circular reasoning," it was pointed out.

"YES?"

/rv