Tuesday, 06 March 2012

  • the Ghost on Main Part: VIII

    Climbing ladders, walking pathways, tromping mesh.
    All of this to get to the foreman's coop.  Whats the rush though?  Whats the point?
    Broken glass underfoot, crushing, smashing.
    Good thing none of our little party is inclined to wear thing soles. 
    Brittle wood.
    Its dry in here.
    Dry and dead.
    Even the air hangs heavy.
    Carmaline stumbles and Arty catches her, saving her from perilous debris.
    I look away.
    *****

Monday, 05 March 2012

  • visions

    i watched you

    from the bottom of the barrel

    you drowned yourself in

    i saw up through the

    dark of those

    endless murky waves

    and there are things

    i've seen before

    that i'd never see

    i would never see

    them again and

    the damage you

    left behind i

    know now you are

    no frined of mine

    and if you tell me

    about that end

    i know its a lie

    i watched you die

    you don't care

    you wouldnt dare

    so don't tell me

    you love me

    i know better

    cause i looked up

    through the murky waves

    from the bottom

    of that barrel

    you drowned in

    i watched you

    kicking and screaming

    but not for your life

    and not for mine

    all these things

    that i've seen

    all these things

    that i know

    if you knew

    what i lost

    how the hell could you go

    so i watched you

    from the bottom of the barrel

    you drowned yourself in

Thursday, 23 February 2012

  • kindness

    i was in a chat the other day and this delightful little mantra type thing suddenly came to me

     

    enjoy: 

    kindness is lame

    violence is sometimes the answer

    mockery is dead second

    verbal bashing is a nice third

    and when all of the above dont work

    a nice pot of boiling oil usually does the trick

  • the life of the chat room junkie


    NOOBS

    you come on here and you think "oh ill just sit around doing stupid shit becasue thats what you do on here"

    no its not

    we do not just "sit around doing stupid shit"

    a good portion of it is stupid shit yess

    but a lot of it is not

    and it really irritates us when the new people cant
    differenciate from "stupid shit" time and "not stupid shit
    time"

    TROLLING

    trolling: a delightful past time

    troll-ing: the sport of those who cannot play any other sport

    trollin': WHY DONT WE TALK ABOUT SOMETHING THAT MIGHT POSSIBLE BE EMOTIONALLY OFFENSIVE TO SOMEBODY ELSE

    a troll: nasty hairy creatures with large feet that live under toll bridges and come out every once in a while to demand livestock from innocent passerby

    trolling: which troll will you be?

     

    FRIEND REQUESTS

    -deletes-

     

    ROLEPLAY

    **the dark and mysterious creature enters the room mysteriously and smiles darkly at the mysteriouly dark furnishings of the palatial but dark and mysterious estate**

    hello all

    **it says darkly then mysteriously curls up in a corner while chewing on its long sharp dark fingernails**

     

    "SINGING" THROUGH THE CHAT BOX

    -sings-

    ooooooh we're halfway there

    ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh duh duh duh duh duh

     

    TO BE CONTINUED...

     

Wednesday, 04 January 2012

  • to a specter

    to you

    the specter

    of some

    slimy

    slithering snake

    the ghost you are

    and what it is

    you mar and take

    and wreck with

    word deed and thought

    and now these

    words you

    snake doth read

    are slowly withering

    down to

    naught