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psypoem
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_Vanessa_
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Posted : Jan 15, 2006 21:37
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Prickness
It is funny those that seem to have more fun over the disgrace of others than their own victory.
Like if even the person is dying or hungry they are still envying them more than anything else in the world.
Not even thinking of the many tears we have dropped together and how happy I am to se that she is fine.
Anyway I just want you to continuo staying fine, I don't think I will handle refusing my ears to you, and I really wish you don't need them. I am not strong enough to be full of problems and still see people inventing more.
Stay fine, and if it makes you feel better have me as you only problem.
Brrr had to trow this out
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Dainty Doll
June Rashava
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Posted : Apr 23, 2006 13:46
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Sunday, Monday, Happy Days,
Tuesday, Wednesday, Happy Days,
Thursday, Friday, Happy Days,
Saturday, what a day,
Rockin all week with you.
This day is ours
Won't you be mine. (Oh Happy Days)
This day is ours (Oh Happy Days)
Oh please be mine.
Hello sunshine, goodbye rain,
She's wearing my high school ring on her chain.
She's my steady, I'm her man,
I'm gonna love her all I can.
(Chorus)
Gonna cruise her round the town,
Show everybody what I've found
Rock'n'roll with all my friends
Hopin' the music never ends.
These Happy Days are yours and mine (oh Happy Days)
These Happy Days are yours and mine (oh Happy Days)
These Happy Days are yours and mine, Happy Days.
A bit of sunshine to your rainy day
 http://crackwhoremodels.dk/dainty_doll.html
www.myspace.com/djdaintydoll
www.myspace.com/junerashava |
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kArO
IsraTrance Junior Member
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Posted : Apr 25, 2006 08:55
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@Wave - yay!!  Thanks for that memory trigger.
I have a borrowed work I would like to dedicate to the one I love the most:
beans, beans
the magical fruit
the more you eat
the more you toot
beans, beans
they're good for your heart
the more you eat
the more you fart |
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Psycosmo
IsraTrance Junior Member
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Posted : May 16, 2006 10:09
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Azathoth
by H. P. Lovecraft
Written June 1922
Published 1938 in Leaves, Vol. 2: p. 107.
When age fell upon the world, and wonder went out of the minds of men; when grey cities reared to smoky skies tall towers grim and ugly, in whose shadow none might dream of the sun or of Spring's flowering meads; when learning stripped the Earth of her mantle of beauty and poets sang no more of twisted phantoms seen with bleared and inward looking eyes; when these things had come to pass, and childish hopes had gone forever, there was a man who traveled out of life on a quest into spaces whither the world's dreams had fled.
Of the name and abode of this man little is written, for they were of the waking world only; yet it is said that both were obscure. It is enough to say that he dwelt in a city of high walls where sterile twilight reigned, that he toiled all day among shadow and turmoil, coming home at evening to a room whose one window opened not to open fields and groves but on to a dim court where other windows stared in dull despair. From that casement one might see only walls and windows, except sometimes when one leaned so far out and peered at the small stars that passed. And because mere walls and windows must soon drive a man to madness who dreams and reads much, the dweller in that ro0m used night after night to lean out and peer aloft to glimpse some fragment of things beyond the waking world and the tall cities. After years he began to call the slow sailing stars by name, and to follow them in fancy when they glided regretfully out of sight; till at length his vision opened to many secret vistas whose existance no common eye suspected. And one night a mighty gulf was bridged, and the dream haunted skies swelled down to the lonely watcher's window to merge with the close air of his room and to make him a part of their fabulous wonder.
There came to that room wild streams of violet midnight glittering with dust of gold, vortices of dust and fire, swirling out of the ultimate spaces and heavy perfumes from beyond the worlds. Opiate oceans poured there, litten by suns that the eye may never behold and having in their whirlpools strange dolphins and sea-nymphs of unrememberable depths. Noiseless infinity eddied around the dreamer and wafted him away without touching the body that leaned stiffly from the lonely window; and for days not counted in men's calandars the tides of far spheres that bore him gently to join the course of other cycles that tenderly left him sleeping on a green sunrise shore, a green shore fragrant with lotus blossums and starred by red camalotes...
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!Ce M@n
IsraTrance Junior Member
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Posted : May 16, 2006 20:15
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Thank--THank---THank
Thank U Albert for this wonder child,
After daily of dozes it becomes Mild 
Thank u pharmacys for the pill,
After certain years U become Nill
Thank u God for the Weed,
AFter smoke u never ask for any pleed !!
THank ur self for being clean,
There is life which is evergreen !!!! 
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maximjou
IsraTrance Junior Member
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Posted : May 16, 2006 22:43
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If I wasnt in the rap game
Id probably have a key knee deep in the crack game
Because the streets is a short stop
Either youre slingin crack rock or you got a wicked jumpshot
Shit, its hard being young from the slums
Eatin five cent gums not knowin where your meals comin from
And now the shits gettin crazier and major
Kids younger than me, they got the sky grand pagers
Goin outta town, blowin up
Six months later all the dead bodies showin up
It make me wanna grab the nine and the shottie
But I gotta go identify the body
Damn, what happened to the summertime cookouts?
Everytime I turn around a nigga gettin took out
Shit, my momma got cancer in her breast
Dont ask me why Im motherfuckin stressed, things done changed
THE KING OF NY _BIG
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_Vanessa_
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Posted : May 16, 2006 23:52
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maximjou, u talk!
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Psycosmo
IsraTrance Junior Member
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Posted : May 17, 2006 00:58
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More HP Lovecraft (excerpt from Nyarlathotep, 1920)
http://www.dagonbytes.com/thelibrary/lovecraft/nyarlathotep.htm
Screamingly sentient, dumbly delirious, only the gods that were can tell. A sickened, sensitive shadow writhing in hands that are not hands, and whirled blindly past ghastly midnights of rotting creation, corpses of dead worlds with sores that were cities, charnel winds that brush the pallid stars and make them flicker low. Beyond the worlds vague ghosts of monstrous things; half-seen columns of unsanctifled temples that rest on nameless rocks beneath space and reach up to dizzy vacua above the spheres of light and darkness. And through this revolting graveyard of the universe the muffled, maddening beating of drums, and thin, monotonous whine of blasphemous flutes from inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond Time; the detestable pounding and piping whereunto dance slowly, awkwardly, and absurdly the gigantic, tenebrous ultimate gods the blind, voiceless, mindless gargoyles whose soul is Nyarlathotep.
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vanghoul corperations
Ellis Van Ghoul
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Posted : May 24, 2006 16:16
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we are all children in this varry happy place.
we play with are minds and move are bodies
to the beat.
sensitive we are thus for are mind's are
passionfull.
the rave is are playground and nrg is are game. |
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psychedelic hippy
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Posted : May 26, 2006 18:00
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poem,poem,poem
poem for the join!
poem for the pain,
put inside a "coin"
to begine the game!.....
trancefamilia crew. |
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_Vanessa_
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Posted : May 31, 2006 00:48
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Show me forgi-i-i-Iveness
For Having lO-o-ost fa-aith in_myself
A-and let all my own inte-E-e-erior u-U-u-Up_to inferior foRces
The shame is endless
But if so-O-o-on start forgivenesS the girl might li-i-ve
(Icelandic...Humming....)
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wicc@
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Posted : Jun 1, 2006 00:16
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Before thir eyes in sudden view appear
The secrets of the hoarie deep, a dark
Illimitable Ocean without bound,
Without dimension, where length, breadth, highth,
And time and place are lost; where eldest Night
And Chaos, Ancestors of Nature, hold
Eternal Anarchie, amidst the noise
Of endless Warrs, and by confusion stand.
For hot, cold, moist, and dry, four Champions fierce
Strive here for Maistrie, and to Battel bring
Thir embryon Atoms; they around the flag
Of each his faction, in thir several Clanns,
Light-arm'd or heavy, sharp, smooth, swift or slow,
Swarm populous, unnumber'd as the Sands
Of Barca and Cyrene's torrid soil,
Levied to side with warring Winds, and poise
Thir lighter wings. To whom these most adhere,
Hee rules a moment; Chaos Umpire sits,
And by decision more imbroiles the fray
By which he Reigns; next him high Arbiter
Chance governs all. Into this wild Abyss,
The Womb of nature and perhaps her Grave,
Of neither Sea, no Shore, nor Air, nor Fire,
But all these in thir pregnant causes mixt
Confus'dly, and which thus must ever fight,
Unless th' Almighty Maker them ordain
His dark materials to create more Worlds,
Into this wild Abyss the warie fiend
Stood on the brink of Hell and look'd a while.
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.......................................... "Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away." .............................................. |
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~Paranoia~
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Posted : Jun 1, 2006 00:24
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Itąs Evening
She used to keep it home,
A fragile sanity, unspoken,
Battered, but they wanted her.
She used to lunch on their lust.
She never thought a man,
However himself, bespoken,
Humble, would ever let her in.
She never thought about hearts.
She knew it was a time,
A speck, hunted by gaze,
Trembling, spent on itself.
She knew it would be over.
She did well what she could,
Learnt new tricks, it was work,
Degrading, they loved her more.
She did well to pry open her core.
And then, she held fate in her butthole,
It dug deeper into her, mashing her soul,
She knew, she was used to, she did it well,
But she never thought, it wasnąt even swell.
A spent bitch of unspent desire,
She prayed for perversion.
When evening comes,
Even a pornstar thinks of home.
Paranoia I.R.A.O. Weed
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Goddess of Chaos
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Posted : Jun 5, 2006 00:47
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In A World Of My Own
Cats and Rabbits
would reside in fancy little houses
and be dressed in shoes and hats and trouses
in a world of my own..
all the flowers
would have very extra special powers
they would sit and talk to me for hours
when im lonely in a world of my own..
there'd be new birds
lots of nice and friendly howdy-do birds
everyone would have a dozen blue birds...
within that world of my own
i could listen to a beddling brook
and hear a song that i could understand
i keep wishing
it could be that way
because my world would be a wonderland 
-Alice in Wonderland Soundtrack Lyrics! Truly classic imo
"If everyone demanded peace instead of another television set, then there'd be peace" |
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_Vanessa_
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Posted : Jun 5, 2006 15:39
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"Desired Constellation"
It's tricky when
You feel someone
Has done something
On your behalf
It's slippery when
Your sense of justice
Murmurs underneath
And is asking you:
How am I going to make it right?
With a palm full of stars
I throw them like dice
Repeatedly
I shake them like dice
And throw them on the table
Repeatedly
Repeatedly
Until the desired constellation appears
And I ask myself:
How am I going to make it right?
How am I going to make it right?
How am I going to make it right?
And you hear
How am I going to make it right?
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