I have been staying out of the P & P section because I really want to post here, but everything, and I mean everything, I have been writing has not been appropriate for all audiences, lol. So I have been keeping to myself and trying to come up with something that doesn't morph into an R rated movie theme. It's so hard being me right now. *mellowdramatic sigh* I will do better at coming back in and posting.
I really like to read your work, Jevons. It's just that sometimes it is like a knife, slicing you open, and it takes some brain power that I don't have availble to absorb it and put it in the conceptual place in my brain. You are a painter my friend. And your work is often like those pictures you have to not look at to see, blurring your vision to fully grasp the image. And so I wait for the image to form in all three dimensions. And it always does. It just takes time.
Perhaps. But i looked around this morning, and all i saw was shit. Pointlessness. Utter pointlessness.
Was kind of a drama queen moment, but for fuck's sake, this place is fucking insane.
and, since i'm not retired just yet, WHAT IN THE FUCK IS WITH YOUR CRYPTIC LITTLE STATEMENTS LATELY??
seriously, what happened to the old you: the whiney you, the predictable you. This you is really weird.
you on DOPE boy?
"They fought and they clawed like savages. At the end none had found what they were looking for; and they simply returned to nothing, like they were before."
They say giving birth is more painfull than being kicked in the nuts. Well I dont know about you but two months after getting kicked in the nuts I dont turn around and say "hey lets have another one."
They say giving birth is more painfull than being kicked in the nuts. Well I dont know about you but two months after getting kicked in the nuts I dont turn around and say "hey lets have another one."
awesome. Just awesome.
Firstey, it's an elipsis (...suspensive pause), not to be confused with ''the four dots,'' denoting an unessecary string of words.
We're almost there.
I won't be him,
it,
my father's shadows, terror:
the reflection of his.
Can't remember when the fairy tales split from
whatever it is out there, here-- that place
where rhyme grows stale,
softens and festers,
spreading wings into
the stench of decay
without ever sprouting one hair;
i can remember everything since.
I don't need fairies to find infinite but
they make a lovely crest.
I don't need you to touch me,
but it helps.
I need to watch this record spin,
in so doing adorn it, wet it with a
maze:
seven gardens
hand in hand;
turn the circle to pixels, then
twist them until there is depth
(just like blossoms,
the way they must be
spit from a sleepwalking tree).
The light is always so kind to your face in pictures,
i remember you different.
...because, not in spite of...
and the captains shall sink alone,
remanded-- with us a hot whisper in their pan.
We're almost there.
I won't be him,
it,
my father's shadows, terror:
the reflection of his.
Can't remember when the fairy tales split from
whatever it is out there, here-- that place
where rhyme grows stale,
softens and festers,
spreading wings into
the stench of decay
without ever sprouting one hair;
i can remember everything since.
I don't need fairies to find infinite but
they make a lovely crest.
I don't need you to touch me,
but it helps.
I need to watch this record spin,
in so doing adorn it, wet it with a
maze:
seven gardens
hand in hand;
turn the circle to pixels, then
twist them until there is depth
(just like blossoms,
the way they must be
spit from a sleepwalking tree).
The light is always so kind to your face in pictures,
i remember you different.
...because, not in spite of...
and the captains shall sink alone,
remanded-- with us a hot whisper in their pan.
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Re: You name it
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Originally Posted by jevons
and, since i'm not retired just yet, WHAT IN THE FUCK IS WITH YOUR CRYPTIC LITTLE STATEMENTS LATELY??
seriously, what happened to the old you: the whiney you, the predictable you. This you is really weird.
you on DOPE boy?
hehe ill let you guess for a while;) and no not dope just some yopo
"They fought and they clawed like savages. At the end none had found what they were looking for; and they simply returned to nothing, like they were before."
I've had a song in my head for almost a year and a half. Just six minutes of awesome guitar from my guitar player. You wouldn't believe how many versions of lyrics i have for it-- they all suck.
But now i think i have it, and it's a neat feeling. Like climbing a massive breast, finding the nipple, pulling out a tap, and doing what has to be done.
Feed the children.
Feed the world.
I am going to tell you how i feel right now.
Tell me what you think of me.
Tell me how i'm doing.
I feel like a strip of negative falling to or through the dark cutting room floor. Whole parts of what i once was lie around me, this makes it a shame i have no eye for such things.
Absent of the first frames, wondering how long this goes,
has gone.
Silly questions.
If someone were to come in, flick on the lights and resume work, all this information would be lost.
I'd be stripped.
We'd have to make another negative, fill it and clip it.
I think that no part of you should be cut out. You are jagged enough as it is. Your writting reflects a side (not all) of you that the world need to see. You display clarity through the use of illusion and mirrors, diverting the eyes from the perception to reality. At least your reality. Which is closer to truth than mine.
i was thinking about infinity and how it relates to film through the idea of (intentionally? Purposefully?) not knowing the scape of our past, not ''cutting'' myself.
i'm not saying i'm into that sort of thing, i was just thinking about the thing.
But thanks.
I was looking at it more in terms of editing. You mentioned that if someone comes into the room and turned on the light and started working you would have to start over again. I took that to mean editing out so much that there is no longer enough to keep the storyline flowing. Time to reshoot. More experience to put on the table, to dredge up. Thats what I thought. But I am weird.
Dear God:
Give Me everything I need to live.
Give Me everything I want to have.
Give Me the Life that I want.
(...)
Dear God:
You've given Me everything I've needed to suspend change in this dream.
You've given Me every Material I asked for, they are without value.
You've given Me the life that I wanted.
Dear God:
May I die soon?
Not by My will, of course.
I want to see what's on the other side.
(...)
Dear God:
Could you please disreguard Me. My Thoughts. My Prayers..?
I am dillusional.
I am no longer tired.
I am done sleeping now, Father.
I want to go Home.
"They fought and they clawed like savages. At the end none had found what they were looking for; and they simply returned to nothing, like they were before."
"They fought and they clawed like savages. At the end none had found what they were looking for; and they simply returned to nothing, like they were before."
"They fought and they clawed like savages. At the end none had found what they were looking for; and they simply returned to nothing, like they were before."
"They fought and they clawed like savages. At the end none had found what they were looking for; and they simply returned to nothing, like they were before."
One time I climbed a tree, and while standing on the furthest branch from the ground that would still support my weight I thought: would it be more decorative with a rope swinging like holiday tinsel or a fresh coat of "paint" on the trunk?
I never did make up my mind.
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