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Fyfetallica	posted on 05-19-2001 @ 7:13 PM
Psychopath Registered: Aug. 00	New kick ass song.... Schism I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them fall away Mildewed and smoldering. Fundamental differing. Pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion Disintegrating as it goes testing our communication The light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so We cannot see to reach an end crippling our communication. I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them tumble down No fault, none to blame it doesn't mean I don't desire to Point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over. To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication The poetry that comes from the squaring off between, And the circling is worth it. Finding beauty in the dissonance. There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away. Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting I've done the math enough to know the dangers of our second guessing Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication. Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any Sense of compassion Between supposed lovers/brothers Who wants a big yummy hot dog?
adolescentmasturbator	posted on 05-19-2001 @ 7:15 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01	Parabola We barely remember who or what came before this precious moment, We are Choosing to be here right now. Hold on, stay inside... This holy reality, this holy experience. Choosing to be here in... This body. This body holding me. Be my reminder here that I am not alone in This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal all this pain is an illusion. Alive This holy reality, this holy experience. Choosing to be here in... This body. This body holding me. Be my reminder here that I am not alone in This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal all this pain is an illusion... Of what it means to be alive Twirling round with this familiar parable. Spinning, weaving round each new experience. Recognize this as a holy gift and celebrate this chance to be alive and breathing. This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality Embrace this moment. Remember. we are eternal all this pain is an illusion. Email me at [email protected] or [email protected] IM me at stickysituation2 or pinkorag The Fourth International Is At Hand. The Beautiful Hand of Socialism Will Come and Sweep Away the Imperialist Pigs. Crush Your Oppressors. This message was edited by adolescentmasturbator on 5-19-01 @ 7:18 PM
FeelMyFunBags	posted on 05-21-2001 @ 8:26 AM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01	Ticks and Leeches Suck and suck. Suckin up all you can suckin up all you can suck. Workin up under my patience like a little tick. Fat little parasite. Suck me dry. My blood is bruised and borrowed. You thieving bastards. You've turned my blood cold and bitter, beat my compassion black and blue. Hope this is what you wanted. Hope this is what you had in mind. Cuz this is what you're getting. I hope you're choking. I hope you choke on this. Taken all I can taken we can, you can take. Got nothing left to give to you. Blood suckin parasitic little tick/blood suckin parasitic little tick Take what you want and then go. Hope this is what you wanted. Hope this is what you had in mind. Cuz this is what you're getting. Suck me dry. Is this what you wanted? Is this what you had in mind? Cuz this this is what you're getting. I hope you choke. All I've undergone I will keep on Underneath it all We feel so small The heavens fall But still we crawl All I've undergone I will keep on
GOD of PHUK	posted on 05-21-2001 @ 12:42 PM
Psychopath Registered: May. 01	An oldie but goodie... Forty-Six & 2 My shadow's Shedding skin and I've been picking My scabs again. I'm down Digging through My old muscles Looking for a clue. I've been crawling on my belly Clearing out what could've been. I've been wallowing in my own confused And insecure delusions For a piece to cross me over Or a word to guide me in. I wanna feel the changes coming down. I wanna know what I've been hiding in My shadow. Change is coming through my shadow. My shadow's shedding skin I've been picking My scabs again. I've been crawling on my belly Clearing out what could've been. I've been wallowing in my own chaotic And insecure delusions. I wanna feel the change consume me, Feel the outside turning in. I wanna feel the metamorphosis and Cleansing I've endured within My shadow Change is coming. Now is my time. Listen to my muscle memory. Contemplate what I've been clinging to. Forty-six and two ahead of me. I choose to live and to Grow, take and give and to Move, learn and love and to Cry, kill and die and to Be paranoid and to Lie, hate and fear and to Do what it takes to move through. I choose to live and to Lie, kill and give and to Die, learn and love and to Do what it takes to step through. See my shadow changing, Stretching up and over me. Soften this old armor. Hoping I can clear the way By stepping through my shadow, Coming out the other side. Step into the shadow. Forty six and two are just ahead of me. Adopted by Fez as of 5-13-01

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