Irreligious countries and ****.

*Knock* *Knock*

Anyone there, this is almost becoming my personal soapbox and I feel awful about that.

So I'm just going to post a chooon and leave it that, yo.



The ball is your court folks.

Thanks Condra,
*Hugs*

So I signed up for a VOAT. Don't know what a VOAT is? Allow me to explain.
Verily thee it was said that once upon a time in a forum full of creativity and passion. A group of wise and merry, men,women and probably children, created a tournament. This was not a tournament that determined the fate of the 9 Earth Realms. If anything, this tournament was in spirit much more competitive that tournament. Unlike the realm's tournaments though, this one was proposed as a means to share ideas and to have fun. There is the unfortunate association of the tournament with a myriad of keyboard, easel and pen abuse, but those cries for help usually go unnoticed and keys continuously get whacked down ever harder while the person typing them struggles to keep their eyes open and one by one, each, single, key-stroke, becomes heavier and more violent than the last. The poor keyboard! I must sleep now and I must resist the temptation to scream out for for Strabby and Stroby. I miss you guys and wish you the best. I shall leave my keyboard with some peace and time to recover before the next abuse begins.


Oooh yeah music.
Well it was LOTR last weekend so. . .

Two things :
Howard Shore : Genius!
I shall be back again.

Speaking through the tinted glasses of the dawn of a weekend jam packed with contemplations on a sustained period of sobriety during the said temporal interlude while simultaneously & oh so scurrilously obfuscating all restrictive contemplation in relation to the proprietary candour associated with the 5 shot minimum required for posting, I'll just say this:

What a thread :cool: It's all the half-written & deleted 5am messages that constitute the brunt of the shunt of this cyber ball of thread, coincidentally encapsulated in the moments after the highest C of the following song:


(Play that on guitar, I dare you...)

From amongst the zeniths of emotional & psychological spirituality on to the depths of psychological discord in seven days - crazy such things can occur & then end with an aetherial oestrogen-filled phoenix emerging 'twixt the embers of such unforgotten non-lore... But no, I can't remember my dreams except for the few from my childhood so for all I know they psychoanalytically skiddaliy boop off me onto mars



So good, still!

*hugs!*

I swear I seen at most one soul this week, but as you've predicted in your reply it just broke away on this day (bit of word play shenanigan's going on there, with the double entendre in the use of the word day n'all, oh yes being a maniac has it's blessings when you ignore it's curses...).

A song, for the deaf:



edit: Sorry but I'd never forgive myself if I didn't find some way to do something with this song other than listen considering the douobhle day engteondrde that's in it:

Ah for feck sakes. Once again Stroby leaves me dry by deleting his posts and now my SClub mix makes absolutely no sense whatsoever. I feel embarrassed by all of this.
*Shakes fist at Strobe*
(No harm but the guy had actually posted some good choices of music.:()

The past month I've been so preoccupied with the analytic continuation of what is now nearly a year & a half of a chase (with a brief respite that ended the last day I posted here ) to it's failed culmination (this week ) that I've neglected that, such as this thread, which really matters... Never again :cool:



The only words I have for the youth of today are:

sponsoredwalk wrote: »

Never dream...

http://archive.org/details/openmind_ep790

Is it such a crime to tell you you're beautiful, let alone to climb a wall?

Did someone say "peaches"?
Merry Xmas my heathen brother and sisters may you have a safe and beautiful one.