A modern Utopia? Ha!

Tar.Aldarion

What a skeletal wreck of man this is. Translucent flesh and feeble bones.
The kind of temple where the whores and villains try to tempt the holistic tones. Running rampant with free thought to free form, in the free, in the clear and the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a laundrymat to sift and focus, on the bigger...better...now...

We all have a little sin that needs venting. Virtues for the rending, and laws and systems and stems that riff from the branches of office.
Do you know what your post entails? Do you serve a purpose? or purposely serve?

Wind down inside adivistic galore, the value of a summer spent and a winter earned.
For the rest of us there is always sunday, the day of the week that reeks of rest, but all we do is catch our breaths. So we can wade naked into the bloody pool and place our hand on the big black book; to watch the knives zig zag between our aching fingers.

A vacation is a countdown, T-minus your life and counting.
Time to drag your tongue across the sugarcube and hope you get a taste.

What the **** is all this for?
What the hells going on?
Shut up!

I could go on and on, but let’s move on...shall we?

Say, you’re me and I’m you... and they all watch the things we do, and like a smack of spite they threw me down the stairs.
Haven’t felt like this in years, the great magnet of malicious magnanimous refuse. Let me go and plunge me into the dead spot again.

That’s where you go when there’s no one else around. It's just you, and there was never anyone to begin with, now was there?
Sanctimonious, pretentious, dastardly bastards with there thumb on the pulse and a finger on the trigger.
Classified my ass, that’s a ****ing secret and you know it.

Government is another way to say...better...than...you...

It's like ice but no pick, a murder charge that wont stick.
It's like a whole other world where you can smell the food but you cant touch the silverware...what luck.
Fascism you can vote for...isn’t that sweet.

And we’re all gonna die some day, cause that’s the Human way
And I’ve drunk to much and said to little.
When your gaffer taped in the middle, say a prayer, say a phrase, get yourself together and... See what’s happening.


Shut up, **** you, **** you.


I’m sorry I could go on and on,
But it’s time to move on...so...
Remember... You’re a wreck.
An accident, forget the freak, you’re just nature.

Keep the gun oiled and the temple clean, ****, snort and blaspheme.
Let the heads cool and the engine run.

Because in then end, everything we do...
Is just everything we’ve done.

just posting to say i didnt read any of that

Sarky

Wait, so the cops knew that Internal Affairs was setting them up?

Tar.Aldarion

I wish I had a reason; my flaws are open season.
For this, I gave up trying, One good turn deserves my dying.

Earthhorse

The responses you've received have been quite biting,
You should have posted this in Creative Writing.

jsr

Well you could say that, but what about the children?

Won't someone please think of the children!?!?

Tar.Aldarion

Earthhorse wrote:

The responses you've received have been quite biting,
You should have posted this in Creative Writing.

I'm too creative for that.

jsr

Earthhorse wrote:

The responses you've received have been quite biting,
You should have posted this in Creative Writing.

CHOMP CHOMP mmmmmmmmmmmm chewy, nice one.

Tar.Aldarion

I like taz bars more.

jsr

Ah no there is so much more body to this.

Tar.Aldarion

I am the decadence of your world,
I am an eider covered in oil
Happy hunting, you double-faced carnivore.
Tell me why,
No heart to cry,
Hang me high!

Earthhorse

You're a poet,
But you don't realise it.

Tar.Aldarion

You had such a rhyming opportunity there!
I mean wow, that doesn't come up often. If only your verbosity matched your insight.

Earthhorse

I know, I know.

I'm totally eschewing the forced rhyme of my earlier work for something more free verse.

It's gonna revolutionise the internet.

Tar.Aldarion

Good eyes, see nothing to shoot.
Good feet, feel good, givin' up good boots.
Where did you get those cuts on your hand?
I thought I told you, by playin in the sand. There's always someone careless with glass, there's always questions that you don't wanna ask.

Rhyme

Wait... so Rosebud was a sledge, Kevin Spacey was Kyser Sozé and Brad Pitt and Edward Norton were one and the same... it all makes sense now.

Nice verbose rant, *tips cap and swirls tipple*

Tar.Aldarion

No abrupt turn with a swirling cape?

BlueSpiral

Tar's mind seems to have gone "swoop!"
to get his poor head stuck in loop.
what has happened to poster first?
has he got enchanted or been cursed?

Black hole sun

no it cant be true!!!

it all a sham!!!!!

<jumps out window to saftey>

Tar.Aldarion

There is nowhere you can go. The Langoliers(Humans) are coming.

biko

They will rise up, and reclaim this world.
They will take us and they'll make us,
human slaves, in an insect nation!
Arr-arrrr-arruuaarrrr!
Human slaves, in an insect nation!
Arr-arrrr-arruuaarrrr!
Human slaves, in an insect nation!
Arr-arrrr-arruuaarrrr!
Human slaves, in an insect nation.

nesf

Song? Song! Song...


(oops, this is simu really)

Tar.Aldarion

ya biko's song is insect nation by bill bailey, it's excellent!
His slayer one is too.

I thought it would be odd that that steed of man would be in here.
*wave*

Sarky

nesf wrote:

Song? Song! Song...


(oops, this is simu really)

You've killed him, haven't you? Just like a black widow! You bit his head off after mating with him! :v:

Tar.Aldarion

She did that to me too!
Damn you sile damn you!
I miss my seeing eyes

Rhyme

Rhyme wrote:

Wait... so Rosebud was a sledge, Kevin Spacey was Kyser Sozé and Brad Pitt and Edward Norton were one and the same... it all makes sense now.

Nice verbose rant, *tips cap and swirls tipple*

And Dumbledore dies on page 596 :cool:

Tar.Aldarion

Tar.Aldarion wrote:

What a skeletal wreck of man this is. Translucent flesh and feeble bones.
The kind of temple where the whores and villains try to tempt the holistic tones. Running rampant with free thought to free form, in the free, in the clear and the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a laundrymat to sift and focus, on the bigger...better...now...

We all have a little sin that needs venting. Virtues for the rending, and laws and systems and stems that riff from the branches of office.
Do you know what your post entails? Do you serve a purpose? or purposely serve?

Wind down inside adivistic galore, the value of a summer spent and a winter earned.
For the rest of us there is always sunday, the day of the week that reeks of rest, but all we do is catch our breaths. So we can wade naked into the bloody pool and place our hand on the big black book; to watch the knives zig zag between our aching fingers.

A vacation is a countdown, T-minus your life and counting.
Time to drag your tongue across the sugarcube and hope you get a taste.

What the **** is all this for?
What the hells going on?
Shut up!

I could go on and on, but let’s move on...shall we?

Say, you’re me and I’m you... and they all watch the things we do, and like a smack of spite they threw me down the stairs.
Haven’t felt like this in years, the great magnet of malicious magnanimous refuse. Let me go and plunge me into the dead spot again.

That’s where you go when there’s no one else around. It's just you, and there was never anyone to begin with, now was there?
Sanctimonious, pretentious, dastardly bastards with there thumb on the pulse and a finger on the trigger.
Classified my ass, that’s a ****ing secret and you know it.

Government is another way to say...better...than...you...

It's like ice but no pick, a murder charge that wont stick.
It's like a whole other world where you can smell the food but you cant touch the silverware...what luck.
Fascism you can vote for...isn’t that sweet.

And we’re all gonna die some day, cause that’s the Human way
And I’ve drunk to much and said to little.
When your gaffer taped in the middle, say a prayer, say a phrase, get yourself together and... See what’s happening.


Shut up, **** you, **** you.


I’m sorry I could go on and on,
But it’s time to move on...so...
Remember... You’re a wreck.
An accident, forget the freak, you’re just nature.

Keep the gun oiled and the temple clean, ****, snort and blaspheme.
Let the heads cool and the engine run.

Because in then end, everything we do...
Is just everything we’ve done.

I urge you to read this last poster and really think about it.
You can still be saved, Hallehujah!

Chad ghostal

well.. i read it....and
i like the anti-religion sentiment
i don't like words i don't understand (adivistic) ...yes i could look them up.. but doesn't that mean i'd have to learn/?

...in other news ..simu's real name isn't simu ? ;_;

Tar.Aldarion

Of course it is, but a typo my good man.
>_>
And I'm Tar.
<_<

Tar.Aldarion

Omg, simu hacked my account for that!


*SWOOP*

Black Swan

With double posts, Tar seems to be carrying on a conversation with himself. Need any help in this modern utopia we find ourselves in?

Tar.Aldarion

Utopia? What planet are you on?

Black Swan

Quickly runs to window, looks out....Yikes! Is on Earth! Thought I was still on Venus!:eek:

Jules

men are from mars, women from venus, Tar on the other hand is from a plant all of his own!

Tar.Aldarion

Planet SeXy!

Matt Holck

Vampirefreaks is down

Tar.Aldarion

God do you ever shut up with your long winded ****e