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Arpikarhu
Harmless Teddy I wish Maynard was still posting here so I could implant my head up his ass.
Needle dick, bear salesman. I think I'm a revolutionary. Actually, I'm a one trick pony.
I enjoy C&BT		posted on 03-18-2002 @ 1:26 PM      
O&A Board Regular
Registered: Apr. 01
Purple Crocuses


Seduced by El Niño's eastern balm, they bloom early.
One morning they appear, sudden like shining wet paint
splashed across the newly green lawn.

They've naturalized, their opulent purples
each year more abundant with drunken bees
buzzing between six pointed petals.

Purple crocuses with shocking orange centers
were here before I stuck my shovel in this dirt,
perhaps before the old widow, Elvira Lockwood,

who dug here before me and left a wind chime
for her ghost to breathe against
while the red-throated house finches warble,

who, a neighbor woman told me, loved birds and flowers
and planted the climbing rose of pate pink and milk
that never bloomed for us until our daughter's birth.

Even as the hands touch wood, say this house is mine —
the barn, the fence, the rose trellis my love built
for the warm-petalled Joseph's coat to climb,

the dirt under my feet — these purple crocuses
spread under the fence to share themselves with neighbors,
unownable fleeting musical notes for the eye to hear


Arpi Karhu Kauppias Forever!!!


AIM- Arpikarhu

Rookie
Have you ever seen a grown man naked?
Stature of an Oompa Loompa!
JBA's Stalker.
Post Whore One Week, Fart In The Wind The Next
posted on 03-18-2002 @ 1:43 PM      
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Registered: Jan. 01
Is it wrong that I'm sporting wood right now?



ON YOUR KNEES, BITCHES!!!!!!

Buttmunch
USA
Autoban


Head Slap... Swim Move...
posted on 03-18-2002 @ 1:45 PM      
O&A Board Veteran
Registered: Oct. 00
When did Froy merge with the NPR message board?



TMS
LunaBabe
Ok, I know this is all a ploy, but, I'll play anyway.

Dylan? BAH! I've heard BETTER!

JYD-4-LIFE
'Shrooomer		posted on 03-18-2002 @ 1:45 PM      
O&A Board Regular
Registered: Jun. 01
Learn that poem.........learn that poem.......


.......some things are too terrible to be true....I won't come here no more if it bothers you...The Southern Pacific is leaving at nine forty-five......I'm having a hard time believin' some people were ever alive....

SLASH
Pompous, Arrogant, Enigmatic, Bitter, Quirky, Misanthrope with a Weird Sense of Humor and an Iron Clad Memory while flooding the board with my Stream of Consciousness UFC
STRIKE 3
(I'm a dick and I like to ruin people's plans) 		posted on 03-18-2002 @ 1:45 PM      
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Registered: Aug. 00
quote:
Is it wrong that I'm sporting wood right now?


Yes it is, because that was a love poem for arpi's assmate, Ken'sPen.



AIM: SmarterChild

Write To Me Here

I think it all started with the Declaration of Independence -- the idea that we had the inalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. That pursuit is what took America from the revolution to the computer age in 200 years. But the progress has come at a price. The obvious being the people that were exploited to make it possible; the not so obvious being us, the first group of people that were given no obvious frontiers to conquer. We hear stories that about the good old days that don't seem to apply anymore. It's a generation gap that leaves us without role models. But the bright side is that without role models, there are no roles. Maybe that's what the 60s were all about -- getting rid of the roles. But what do we replace them with? Without any guidance, what do we replace them with? Without any guidance, the choices become overwhelming. Sometimes it just makes everything feel hopeless. So we destroy our bodies in the search of an ideal. Try to salvage relationships that don't work. We feel we must do something, instead of doing something that we feel. It is the prison of self-imposed momentum, and the sad part is that we get used to it. It reminds me of a song I heard the other day. It's called "The Going Nowhere Fast." But the people I have met here have shown me another side of Nowhere. They've pointed out the beautiful irony that stagnation makes it easy to stop and smell the roses, if we just let it. What would we be if we had nothing to rebel against? Well we could finally be ourselves, the first group of people who stopped looking for the answers long enough to appreciate the questions. And all we have to do is to make our own Declaration of Independence. We can embrace the right to life and liberty by simply realizing that happiness exists -- not to pursue, but to accept. After that the only challenge would be to make sure with the rest of our lives that we weren't just another fad. I don't know, it's an idea. What do you think?



Arpikarhu
Harmless Teddy I wish Maynard was still posting here so I could implant my head up his ass.
Needle dick, bear salesman. I think I'm a revolutionary. Actually, I'm a one trick pony.
I enjoy C&BT		posted on 03-18-2002 @ 1:48 PM      
O&A Board Regular
Registered: Apr. 01
quote:
Yes it is, because that was a love poem for arpi's assmate, Ken'sPen.

he is not my true, destined to be, assmate and you know it

Arpi Karhu Kauppias Forever!!!


AIM- Arpikarhu

SLASH
Pompous, Arrogant, Enigmatic, Bitter, Quirky, Misanthrope with a Weird Sense of Humor and an Iron Clad Memory while flooding the board with my Stream of Consciousness UFC
STRIKE 3
(I'm a dick and I like to ruin people's plans) 		posted on 03-18-2002 @ 1:59 PM      
O&A Board Regular
Registered: Aug. 00
Arpi, change 'She' to 'He', 'Her' to 'Him, etc... and you will be all set ;)

she being Brand

-new;and you
know consequently a
little stiff i was
careful of her and(having

thoroughly oiled the universal
joint tested my gas felt of
her radiator made sure her springs were O.

K.)i went right to it flooded-the-carburetor cranked her

up,slipped the
clutch(and then somehow got into reverse she
kicked what
the hell)next
minute i was back in neutral tried and

again slo-wly;bare,ly nudg. ing(my

lev-er Right-
oh and her gears being in
A 1 shape passed
from low through
second-in-to-high like
greasedlightning)just as we turned the corner of Divinity

avenue i touched the accelerator and give

her the juice,good

(it

was the first ride and believe i we was
happy to see how nice she acted right up to
the last minute coming back down by the Public
Gardens i slammed on

the
internalexpanding
&
externalcontracting
brakes Bothatonce and

brought allofher tremB
-ling
to a dead.

stand-
;Still)






AIM: SmarterChild

Write To Me Here

I think it all started with the Declaration of Independence -- the idea that we had the inalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. That pursuit is what took America from the revolution to the computer age in 200 years. But the progress has come at a price. The obvious being the people that were exploited to make it possible; the not so obvious being us, the first group of people that were given no obvious frontiers to conquer. We hear stories that about the good old days that don't seem to apply anymore. It's a generation gap that leaves us without role models. But the bright side is that without role models, there are no roles. Maybe that's what the 60s were all about -- getting rid of the roles. But what do we replace them with? Without any guidance, what do we replace them with? Without any guidance, the choices become overwhelming. Sometimes it just makes everything feel hopeless. So we destroy our bodies in the search of an ideal. Try to salvage relationships that don't work. We feel we must do something, instead of doing something that we feel. It is the prison of self-imposed momentum, and the sad part is that we get used to it. It reminds me of a song I heard the other day. It's called "The Going Nowhere Fast." But the people I have met here have shown me another side of Nowhere. They've pointed out the beautiful irony that stagnation makes it easy to stop and smell the roses, if we just let it. What would we be if we had nothing to rebel against? Well we could finally be ourselves, the first group of people who stopped looking for the answers long enough to appreciate the questions. And all we have to do is to make our own Declaration of Independence. We can embrace the right to life and liberty by simply realizing that happiness exists -- not to pursue, but to accept. After that the only challenge would be to make sure with the rest of our lives that we weren't just another fad. I don't know, it's an idea. What do you think?



This message was edited by SLASH on 3-18-02 @ 2:03 PM

Ken'sPen
[Sarcasm]
Doesn't Live Up To The Hype
[/Sarcasm]
I should have stayed OVER THERE		posted on 03-18-2002 @ 2:04 PM      
O&A Board Regular
Registered: Aug. 01
Fuck you Slash,
Arpster, just posted a poem with no commentary.

If ever YOU had an ass mate!!!

And why are you obsessing with my ass these days.

Ass wipe, Ass mate.......

enough already, even for an ass fucker such as myself.





This message was edited by Ken'sPen on 3-18-02 @ 2:11 PM
SLASH
Pompous, Arrogant, Enigmatic, Bitter, Quirky, Misanthrope with a Weird Sense of Humor and an Iron Clad Memory while flooding the board with my Stream of Consciousness UFC
STRIKE 3
(I'm a dick and I like to ruin people's plans) 		posted on 03-18-2002 @ 2:09 PM      
O&A Board Regular
Registered: Aug. 00
quote:
This message was edited by Ken'sPen on 3-18-02 @ 2:07 PM




AIM: SmarterChild

Write To Me Here

I think it all started with the Declaration of Independence -- the idea that we had the inalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. That pursuit is what took America from the revolution to the computer age in 200 years. But the progress has come at a price. The obvious being the people that were exploited to make it possible; the not so obvious being us, the first group of people that were given no obvious frontiers to conquer. We hear stories that about the good old days that don't seem to apply anymore. It's a generation gap that leaves us without role models. But the bright side is that without role models, there are no roles. Maybe that's what the 60s were all about -- getting rid of the roles. But what do we replace them with? Without any guidance, what do we replace them with? Without any guidance, the choices become overwhelming. Sometimes it just makes everything feel hopeless. So we destroy our bodies in the search of an ideal. Try to salvage relationships that don't work. We feel we must do something, instead of doing something that we feel. It is the prison of self-imposed momentum, and the sad part is that we get used to it. It reminds me of a song I heard the other day. It's called "The Going Nowhere Fast." But the people I have met here have shown me another side of Nowhere. They've pointed out the beautiful irony that stagnation makes it easy to stop and smell the roses, if we just let it. What would we be if we had nothing to rebel against? Well we could finally be ourselves, the first group of people who stopped looking for the answers long enough to appreciate the questions. And all we have to do is to make our own Declaration of Independence. We can embrace the right to life and liberty by simply realizing that happiness exists -- not to pursue, but to accept. After that the only challenge would be to make sure with the rest of our lives that we weren't just another fad. I don't know, it's an idea. What do you think?



Ken'sPen
[Sarcasm]
Doesn't Live Up To The Hype
[/Sarcasm]
I should have stayed OVER THERE		posted on 03-18-2002 @ 2:11 PM      
O&A Board Regular
Registered: Aug. 01
quote:
This message was edited by Ken'sPen on 3-18-02 @ 2:11 PM


It wasn't quite right at 2:07!




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