| Welcome Home Imagination |
[25 Jul 2004|01:26am] |
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Have you ever taken that second look at your food? Well, I mean, have you ever looked at say... a porkchop and disregarded the fact that you know it came from a pig, and instead, tried to imagine what other animal it could be? How complex are your food animals? How large are they? How do they live?
How long will it be before scientists will be cloning pig muscle to feed the planet and we have no need for pigs anymore? Or cows? Or birds?
Birds...
I haven't seen a pigeon net in a while; nor do I ever catch them having sex. Yet they are everywhere... Maybe they reproduce like worms... Picture it: a pigeon leg or foot, sprouting a new body.
I will find one of these 75% foot / 35% pigeon baby creatures. Perhaps I will catch a porkchop in the wild too. Wish me luck.
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| At Least It Isn't Hotmail |
[29 Apr 2004|11:39am] |
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New e-mail address: Torpiddream@yahoo.com*
*Very subject to change.
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| Lost |
[02 Apr 2004|11:30am] |
I've lost my Buddy lists, both accounts and my Email address. When I get new accounts I will post again. If everybody would leave their buddy list info and other contact information. I am sorry for the trouble this has caused. It was out of my hands.
-Sarah
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| "The one thing that I dread: not to be worthy of my sufferings." - Dostoevski |
[17 Dec 2003|12:58pm] |
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"Nothing Gonna Stop" ~ Folk Implosion |
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I feel misunderstood.
I love both my parents.... Unconditionally.
They are human. I will never judge them. I will never know them or their choices.
I am frustrated.
With everyone and everything, I do not want this.
But I will endure it.
It is what I do, I survive.
At this point, Nothing can stop me.
I dare you, to twist me.
Put so much pressure on me that I will snap.
Bring it on.
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| Casper, In a World Without Promise |
[17 Dec 2003|12:29pm] |
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Kids Soundtrack |
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He was smiling through his own personal hell
Dropped his last dime down a wishing well
But he was hoping too close
And then he fell
Now he’s Casper the friendly ghost
He was always polite to the people who’d tell him
That he was nothing but a lazy bum
But goodbye to them he had to go
Now he’s Casper the friendly ghost
No one never treated him nice
While he was alive
You can’t buy no respect
Like the librarian said
But everybody respects the dead
They love the friendly ghost
...I just wanted to put this...
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| Life, Death, and more W;t. |
[06 Dec 2003|07:15pm] |
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"And death shall be no more, Death thou shalt die.
Nothing but a breath-a comma-separates life from life everlasting. It is very simple really. With the original punctuation restored, death is no longer something to act on a stage, with exclamation points. It's a comma, a pause.
This way, the uncompromising way, one learns something from this poem, wouldn't you say? Life, death. Soul, God. Past, present. Not insuperable barriers, not semicolons, just a comma."
I feel like Vivian Bearing. No, I am Vivian Bearing. We are blinded by our own twisted thoughts, wrapped up in-side and out of the abstract world of metaphysics. Life, Death. Soul, God. It helps to escape. And forget our own name: Vivian Bearing.
Vivian Bearing.
Life Holder.
I hold life, and death. It is already within me. I cannot escape either. All that separates them is a breath? A short pause? The questions are endless in my mind. But they strike further from the point, it is only change.
Life, Death.
Inhale, Exhale.
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| Wit, Soporific. Not, Wit; Soporific. |
[06 Dec 2003|01:54am] |
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</a>
"The illistration bore out the meaning of the word, just as he had explained it. At the time, it seemed like magic.
So imagine the effect that the words of John Donne first had on me: ratiocination, concatenation, coruscation, tergiversation."
The love affair with words continues and now, I give reason to the art I post as well. Tell me, it is worth it.
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| Everyone Needs a Hobby |
[02 Dec 2003|07:01pm] |
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Sacred ~ Depeche Mode |
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Anyone want to start a pact with me?
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| Love Affair |
[01 Dec 2003|04:18am] |
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She Likes Big Words ~ Deadsy |
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Oh darling, there is something I must confess.
And did I happen to mension I am impressed
with words that end in ~id.
They are oh-so-lovely. I want them all.
Arid, Stupid, Sordid, Torpid, Vapid, Insipid
Wicked sounds as if it should end in ~id, so I will count that too.
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| Don't Open Your Eyes |
[24 Nov 2003|07:21pm] |
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Happiness in Slavery ~ NIN |
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</a>
I find myself in the most peculiar entanglement with Fear. I can feel him enclosing upon me, his frigid body forcing me into the most contorted positions. He is attempting to interlace my soul with his sinful malady. I dispise him for the lacerations he has already inflicted and loathe myself for letting him.
Fear, I wish to end this dance with you, and let Faith be that which blinds me.
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| If You Dropped Dead Now, You'd Leave a Sexy Corpse |
[24 Nov 2003|12:06am] |
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Dr. Online ~ Zeromancer |
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More Voltaire because I find him amusing.
Top reasons you know your attempted suicide was nothing more than a pathetic cry for help:
Dr. Kevorkian has stopped returning your phone calls.
Your suicide note ended with, "I really mean it this time!"
For the last time, Pop Rocks and Coke is not a killing combination.
Your suicide weapon of choice was one of those plastic spoon/fork/spork-type utensils you get at KFC.
You start giving away all your worldly possessions but keep all of the good shit (velvet cape, Robert Smith in the nude poster, etc...)
"Dear Diary, who do you think will be most upset? ...til then, ta ta."
Local paper headline: "Goth Jumps From Ground Floor Window"
To the best of my knowledge, you can't overdose on Flintstone vitamins.
Because you are a loser and have no friends and you've never done anything right
including taking your own miserable pathetic little life, not that you would be missed because I assure you that when you decided to kill yourself it was the one and only time anyone ever showed any support of enthusiasm in you or your endeavours. Thank you, goodnight!
You are the lead singer of Depeche Mode.
One last thought: I wish I was dead, no wait, not me, you.
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| Not Usual of Me |
[20 Nov 2003|03:32am] |
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All The Same ~ Orgy |
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Just something to reassure you, of something you already knew about me. Otherwise, I absolutely hate it when all people do is post quizzes. But this one, makes me smile.
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| Need Miracle Pill |
[19 Nov 2003|05:10pm] |
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Perfect Drug - NIN |
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| Voltaire Understands Me |
[17 Nov 2003|07:42pm] |
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Irresponcible - Voltaire |
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Is it so wrong if i don't pay my rent?
No, responsibility, I gave it up for lent
Sell your wares, pollute the air
I don't care!!
Fresh air's for squares
Now if it were up to me
The piper would be up the creek
and the fiddler too
'Cause neither one of you would be paid
I need the cash for getting laid ;P
And i don't mind
To seem unusually unkind
You ask what kind of guy am I:
I'm a friend of the irresponsible fools
Who don't have time for rules
The irresponsible who wouldn't
be caught dead in a school
I'm irresponsible
I'm Mr. Irresponsible
I'm irresponsible, and I don't care
If the whole world burns
(Let it burn)
I live my life without a care
I don't have time to be
Politically aware
I hate to have to think
I hate feeling too
I'll leave those chores to some
Pathetic sap like you
Don't talk to me about the
Dolphin in the tuna net
I'm on the tuna's side
Hey, dolphin tastes quite good I bet
I'd never lie, my hair requires aerosol
I want it ten feet tall
And I don't care about the hole in the sky
If Rogue don't mind, why should I?
It just so happens I'm that kind of guy
It's a bloody miracle that I haven't gotten
Distracted by a skirt and got bored
And just walked away
Before the end of this God forsaken tune
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| Faith and Limits |
[11 Nov 2003|04:20pm] |
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Cruel - Tori Amos |
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"Faith is the highest passion in a human being. Many in every generation may not come that far, but none comes further."
--Ralph Waldo Emerson
I have complete faith in the people whom I surround myself. Although, it has been brought to my attention that I should have limits.
Limits.
So, what do I know about Limits?
I don't know if I like Limits. It is synomynous with Confine, Restrict, and Circumscribe. Within Bound even.
Something to think about...
Where are my Limits? Should I put names to them? They only seem to arise out of negative situations.
"Of course we all have our limits, but how can you possibly find your boundaries unless you explore as far and as wide as you possibly can? I would rather fail in an attempt at something new and uncharted than safely succeed in a repeat of something I have done."
--A. E. Hotchner
Perhaps, I will fail. At this moment, it is worth trying.
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| Choice |
[08 Nov 2003|11:11pm] |
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Fitter Happier - Radiohead |
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"Freedom is just another word for 'nothing left to lose'"
In order to be 'free,' must one sacrafice everything? Tangible? Ideal?
I do not own anything. Nor, do I want salt on my own tail.
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