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Post by Ranger Melinda on May 26, 2006 15:27:41 GMT -5
"hello darkess my old friend,
i've come to talk to you again,
about the visions softly creeping,
in my mind while i was sleeping
and the vision, that was planted in my brain, stil remains
within the sound of silence"
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Post by Jason on May 26, 2006 20:02:58 GMT -5
Oo, that makes for a good song. Well, it could, anyway, if it's not already one.
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Post by The Honourable Ninja-san on May 27, 2006 15:09:01 GMT -5
I think it is one. The last line rings a bell.
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Post by Ranger Melinda on May 27, 2006 15:11:17 GMT -5
tis indeed a song. an old one. dont remember who by, but tis a song.
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Post by Ranger Melinda on May 27, 2006 15:14:09 GMT -5
5 little ducks went out to play, over the hills and far away. when the mother duck said "quack quack quack" 4 little duck came waddling back
4 little ducks went out to play, over the hills and far away. when the mother duck said "quack quack quack" 3 little ducks came waddling back
3 little ducks went out to play, over the hills and far away. when the mother duck said "quack quack quack" 2 little ducks came waddling back
2 little ducks went out to play, over the hills and far away. when the mother duck said "quack quack quack" 1 little duck came waddling back
1little duck went out to play, over the hills and far away. when the mother duck said "quack quack quack" no little ducks came waddling back
sad mother duck went out one day, over the hills and far away when mother duck said "quack quack quack" 5 little ducks came waddling back.
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Post by Brandon on May 27, 2006 16:05:51 GMT -5
That's certainly random
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Post by Jason on May 28, 2006 0:25:34 GMT -5
Another song, me believes. Don't know it, but, hey, it would be a song.
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Post by Erick on May 28, 2006 19:25:42 GMT -5
Sweet! an entire thread dedicated to randomness!
Poem: Time
Off road, offset
Never touched my mind
I curl up in the distance
Eat my only love
satiate nothing else
until the beast falls away
I am hungry
For something
Else
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Post by Erick on May 28, 2006 19:26:41 GMT -5
The ants
Don't see
The man
Far above
But he sees all the ants
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Post by Erick on May 28, 2006 19:46:05 GMT -5
Like pencil on the paper
My eye was drilled away
'til the earth bled brown
and no one understood
To roar against a wall
fight my only demon
undaunted, still untrusted
As no one should go
The pages burned
Stare long into the fire
and slammed the walls
of all the screaming ants
Still in many pieces
Tape together sauce
a hubcap in the the distance
my mind up off the ground
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Post by Jason on May 29, 2006 9:21:31 GMT -5
Okay Erick, this thread is called "Random," not "Morbid." Just a little disturbing, I must say.
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Post by Erick on May 29, 2006 13:17:33 GMT -5
You do know that I wrote those, right? Whenever I post something and it doesn't have quotation marks, it means that I wrote it.
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Post by Ranger Melinda on May 29, 2006 22:19:10 GMT -5
however, the point still stands, this is call randomness, not morbidness.
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Post by Ranger Melinda on May 29, 2006 22:21:25 GMT -5
three little speckled frogs, sitting on a speckled log, eating the most delicious flys. yum yum. one jumed into the pool where it was nice and cool, now there are two little speckled frogs
two little speckled frogs, sitting on a speckled log, eating the most delicious flys. yum yum. one jumed into the pool where it was nice and cool, now there is one little speckled frogs
one little speckled frog, sitting on a speckled log, eating the most delicious flys. yum yum. one jumed into the pool where it was nice and cool, now there are no speckled frogs
ribit ribit
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Post by Erick on May 30, 2006 0:00:25 GMT -5
Randomnitiyness
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