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Tasha1 |
stream of consciousness |
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type whatever comes to mind for 5 minutes
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Gala Of the Garden |
chat room chaos | ||
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screeching all caps, begging for attention,porn handles and you just know the really slutty sounding ones are guys pretending to be girls---or worse, pretending to be gay women. Why would anyone want to do that shit?
And these people are dull...you just know if one of them ever had an idea, they's have to sit down for ten minutes...the shock would kill them otherwise. I am just an old fart, I guess... |
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Tasha1 |
Re: stream of consciousness | ||
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while listening to android lust
the image of your subdued lips snow red on white snow-mouth yours are the poems i write |
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twicetold |
Re: stream of consciousness | ||
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going this way feels wrong, so i'm attracted. self is nothing to me without the ish at the end, and i prey on those who mistake my manipulation as generosity. i have become a sow casting fake pearls, and my best gift to kind folk is to remain isolated. streams stream. time laps on the bank of the watcher. i passed five minutes some moments ago..
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Babbachichuija |
Re: stream of consciousness | ||
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i could have broken his nose, honestly. it's funny how someone can willfully create a human being and then reduce them to some sort of perverse gage of their own power. standing up just gives them an excuse, right? it was snowing sort of hard earlier but none of it really stuck. it's still below freezing but most of the clouds went away, or are those big, out-of-place white ones. i have a lot to do, i think. the day was over since i woke up. army's paying journalists to publish propoganda in iraqi newspapers. to "foster free speech." heh. my hair's sticking up from walking by the television.
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wordwaymike |
Re: stream of consciousness | ||
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I set myself to this task
of writing down those things you ask. That I detail, what I might find. Some simple tale That sprang to mind. That leapt to word, Then flew to page. It's worth, or lack, I can not gauge. So I will leave that up to you. To judge, if I have followed through. *********************************************** HEARTS LOCK AND KEY I live alone, I live apart. For I own a wounded heart. I keep it hid from most I know. and into it no one can go. For years, its gates were opened wide. Entry, to no one was denied. That wanted such. But those that did were there to clutch, enslave, and rid my heart of peace, replaced with ache. I closed those doors that none can break. As they will stay, until I see, a heart like mine, that sees in me, the lock's design. Made for their key. |
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Tasha1 |
Re: stream of consciousness | ||
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open up the window and let me fall
only boring people get bored but i think it could be real stressful to be bored i'm never bored but i do get sad |
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annaswirls |
five minutes | ||
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Five minutes?
I used to be able to swim 500 meters in 5 minutes, that is a lie. Perhaps 6 minutes. Six minutes and five seconds to be precise. Nothing to brag about but would I even be able to do it now? She said to me: Back then, people got married a lot younger. I am not ready to be "back then." Doesn't she know that I am still sitting there in organic chemistry and the professor says- you can't get blood from a turnip. And he says I want you Hydrogen. And I am on my knees in some fantasy with Muhommed who never kissed me. Somewhere in the Middle East there is a dentist who still does not know how I knelt there under his desk while the professor the mysogynist talked about killing his exwife. He showed us her picture. She was carrying a box. She was not looking at the camera. But the camera was looking at her. I wonder if he took a whole roll as she carried box after box across their lawn to the car. But I do know the motherfucker said he lost my exam, and Kelly's too. We were the only two girls in the class, and she was black on top of it. That sexist bigot said he must have left our exams in his office but that he had our grades recorded. She with a 60% and me a 65%. I guess the blonde hair scored me an extra 5. But we called him on it, Bullshit. I fucking studied for that one. I know that mother fucking Diels-Alder Reaction ask me scraggly bastard ask me. Me and Kelly we followed him back to his office. Wet dog beard and hunched shoulders, short steps. He shuffled papers, muttered, saying we could come back later and he would find them, but we said we did not mind waiting. And waiting. And there they were. Kelly got an 82% and I got an 80%. Guess I lost two points for the blonde hair. Five minutes. I used to swim 500 meters in 5 minutes. But that is a lie. Maybe six. |
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Tasha1 |
> Re: stream of consciousness | ||
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the blank face of usual scarlet-stenciled & danglish we suck on another cigarette 2 golliwogs in the snow |
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Woof Woofsson |
Re: > Re: stream of consciousness | ||
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11.01
seconds out of the ring the bell and start the clock face the music play for keeps this time horology is the name of the game to do it at all? That's the key to unlock the door you need both hands on the wheel or who knows where I'll go for a holiday weekend where Sunday churhc bells ring for the socond time: 11.03 universal corrected time to boil and egg or run a smile past the woman next door and windows match her eyes curtained in red gingham flaxen plaits cheesy rhythms and I liked the last story perhaps 10 minutes next time 11.06 |
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cinnderly |
Re: > Re: stream of consciousness | ||
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holiday greetings in the mail today
and i am looking at this family i have watched them become over years at the same time my own son has grown but i dont know them i study this picture and i realize more and more how i just cant even understand what i am seeing this little girl, pigtails and tights her tilted head towards her dad she sits on his lap i dont know her, or her smiling face and i dont know him with his hand holding her and his warm smile his trimmed hair i dont understand what a person like him is he smiles next to his wife who is smiling too i think this is the most genuine photo i have ever seen with the little cherub boy on his mother's lap i dont know these people this family's happiness seems to culminate in the rosy glowing of the happy boy's cheeks i dont think he has ever stopped smiling ever and he never should |
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ReidWelch |
Re: > Re: stream of consciousness | ||
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Consiousness in a stream can be golden,
like a piss is colored or perfumed by asparagus, green, green as a dollar with its paper fibered with blue and red tide of consciousness, ebbing by the lunar, by the minute thoughts of a five-fingered biped- dling circular thoughts for nought |
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ReidWelch |
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thasha rote:
Quote: crystalline perfect. "golliwog" ha ha! perfection includes some slime. life is like this. |
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doogie monster |
I AM GOD!!! | ||
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Laws of perception- everything is here but I filter out all but the narrow secular framework of a chosen fantasy.
Life is a dream of my existence, an instant demonstration of my choice, my will and If I Am GOD playing the game of life then I Am the only perception there is. All the power in the universe is but the same power of a grain of sand because everything is created by a separation of the whole. GOD created everything by judging the whole and now here I Am, an individual thing perceiving my separation |
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MethMaker |
30 secs | ||
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riddle skein basked in amnesia fertile tracker espionage amnesia down with the rest of the one legged creatures innocence dusk rattle spin savor bitten like the nose off the judge like yesterday only longer and with glued wings disparity growing at the navel two young children one yellow in decay brown marks the spot of the initial incision ensures that none can enter very far
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Tasha1 |
> 30 secs | ||
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friday luncheon
dry sweat & nose bleeds auto dialers the recorded eggnog 1000 gallon tanks of constant falling vacant lots a string of tiny lights not yet frozen |
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Injara |
stream of trivia | ||
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(I just read the "troll" thread as you can tell by the starting point of this stream...)
troll-a-rama plunges like a liker license cop plopping down where least expected wrapping words in fuzzy paper tying ribbons where ends meet and all the while the TV plays Krauses Goodbye till commercial mind winds Shakespeare plagerism makes fools of kings and kings of fools remember to breathe its light here reflections from snow that fell last week and like an unwelcome guest lays around doing nothing for days I wish the sun would shine wish that winter would pack its bags and go back to the north pole back to glacier land to tease the penguins and leave me sandy beach warm |
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Tasha1 |
Re: > 30 secs | ||
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he's cuter when he gets mad
hey can u send me some of that brilliant juice u know for after midnite when i'm all warm and feeling like a gift |
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Jewelmoon |
Re: stream of consciousness | ||
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ten thousand and twenty
years ago, a sunbeam bathed his countenance his ego then, unblemished by worldly things -soaks up light, he carries it well into now radiates through his arms; hugs of strength, hugs of warmth. |
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Tasha1 |
> Re: stream of consciousness | ||
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winding anagrams
the forgotten password to ibiza don't sleep yet crescent tracks crack hands skin hook do what you do to me |
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SweetSaintTurandot |
Re: stream of consciousness | ||
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You know, I can't think of anything profound to write, I'm youngish and not so clever and sort of silly and I'm using quite a lot of unnecessary conjunctions. And even though I shouldn't be, I'm correcting my spelling because my father taught me to do that and to be very sharp about it and it's just a habit by now.
Habits make me think of addictions but they also make me think of nuns. I suppose that might somehow be philosophically important but I can't think how. I really haven't got that kind of wit developed. Golly, I feel so much like a little kid and I really oughtn't be dwelling on myself so much. The clock keeps ticking. I feel I ought to be fighting but I'm running out of things to say... probably a bad sign. The keys, the typing, it's mesmerizing. What must my mother think! I told her I was doing work and I ought to be, but I consider this more valuable. Work ethics are for silly people anyways. That's the road to success, but I've never really agreed with folks about what success is. When I hit the delete key, it makes a different sound then the rest of the keys and watching the letters churn out is hypnotizing, it's cathartic, suddenly the world seems reduced to pixels and pigment and the letters have stopped making sense. I'm still spelling things right but it's the habit again. I can't think quite why words are spelled the way they are - they don't look right, none of the letters look at all right. |
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