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Baraka_Guru · 05-08-2009, 05:31 PM

"TFP Blog Global Word Cloud 1"

accidental adhd airborne atom-smasher
bad-day beef-jerky bike ride
campaigns car-crash colon cancer

de sagazan diving, dropped weights
emo ethics mark facebook future

grad-school hello
world ladytron leisure lists life-marathon fine art

mark johnson, artist, metrics musical politics running scuba terrorism
the faint whiplash wonder and whimsy work

zombies, stalkers, perverts

Plan9 · 05-09-2009, 03:18 PM

That's ALL me. Hah, I abuse the tag clouds. I'm sorry. Good thing such is seen as "found poetry."

...

Found scrawled in a plywood latrine in some desert post:

(forgive the caps, copy 'n paste job from my '06 A-stan journal)

"I THINK IT IS IRONIC
THAT THE INCOMPETENT
ORDER THE DEDICATED
TO LEAD THE INNOCENT
TO DO THE IMPOSSIBLE
FOR THE UNGRATEFUL
ONLY TO BE FORGOTTEN

SERVING ONLY FOOLS
DEFENDING EACH OTHER
ASKING NO QUESTIONS
YET WONDERING WHY
DYING FOR A COUNTRY
THEY HAVEN'T EVEN
SEEN VERY MUCH OF

TRAINING FOR YEARS
PREPARING FOR WAR
LEAVING A LONELY LIFE
TO GO OFF TO NOWHERE
TO START ANOTHER ONE
TO RETURN TO NOTHING
ONLY TO BE FORGOTTEN"

Shell · 05-26-2009, 04:12 PM

DANCING SHOES by Dan Fogelberg

On the wall above your bedside
Saw it all as we performed
our pirouette
Fleshes fused
As the flicker of the candles
Threw upon the wall a
single silhouette.
Tu es dan ma coeur et dans ma tete

We have loved on distant beaches
Where the winter never reaches
There we fell
Dying swan
On the dawn you danced before me
Though your eyes were dark and stormy
I stood still.
Qui peut dire le faux et le reel?

Though the distances divide us
There's a paradise inside us
We can't lose.
Me and you
Dance a 'pas de deux'
Forever
And I pray you never
Shed your dancing shoes.

Baraka_Guru · 09-19-2009, 04:05 PM

"TFP Blog Global Word Cloud 2"

Cat chores, church, and state civilization:
cancer communicating credit.

Decriminalizing de Sagazan dialogue
donates emo ethics to the fight club.

Guilty Hanna-Barbera holidays hope
hot nurses use karate kidney beans as fine art.

Pizza Hut politics and porcupine population growth
tree-proofs religious fantasy revenge.

Sellout sex sleeps all day,
and smartphones smug social skills.

Suicidal Texas—the faint used condom—
remains vulnerable to whiskey-work yuppie zoos.

* * * * *

"Windows, seven"

When asked what you wanted,
you told me to make it simpler
and easier.

I listened. And I built seven windows
to make every day easier.

Now, they're nearly ready.

Seven windows are on their way,
and will be available soon.

Your current window has a vista;
you know it is a great feature,
and a way to connect with the world.

Baraka_Guru · 01-26-2010, 08:06 AM

"TFP Blog Global Word Cloud 3"

A 38c argument bites blood campaigns:
Chicago chicks in wet tank tops.
Christmas church and state cloud computing,
coating constructive leaders with control-coveted dialogue,
dogpiles donators' double-bagger earplugs.

Easy money and emo ethics of the family fatass flies flowers.
Google it, grad-school grandson.

Hawk inertia insomnia interstitium.
Isaac Asimov, I see dead ppl, ladytron leisure liberty,
and the libido life living marathon math money mood music.

Nipple peace philosophy politics process pussy sellout sex.
Shit-sock puppets stress "suck on it" in the faint thrice
tilted economics whiplash work.

roachboy · 01-26-2010, 08:55 AM

Last is black woods glittering moon between lower blue valley when sky is only seen as stars above cliffs above foil.

Gutters like everywhere the then-picturesque whitish sun is no puddles that come overflowing then a splashing then a-picking through Today roofs. The shining ones were not in fountains places but the many were in snapped rivulets again.

When tower veiled is not arid when night ends when not sunflowers are mountains gray, are moons from a looked-at village: all is then aluminum even the racing, even the surrounding of not mist when more is dripping, when the old and granite is not the way is not the walls though which the wet rises but is instead a minute gurgling.

When church.
When into clouds.
When in the middle, gurgling.

[[procedure: i put 3 paragraphs from max frisch's "man in the holocene" into a text scrambler then fixed the sentences so they kinda flow grammatically]]

Idyllic · 03-20-2010, 03:38 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Plan9

That's ALL me. Hah, I abuse the tag clouds. I'm sorry. Good thing such is seen as "found poetry."

...

Found scrawled in a plywood latrine in some desert post:

(forgive the caps, copy 'n paste job from my '06 A-stan journal)

"I THINK IT IS IRONIC
THAT THE INCOMPETENT
ORDER THE DEDICATED
TO LEAD THE INNOCENT
TO DO THE IMPOSSIBLE
FOR THE UNGRATEFUL
ONLY TO BE FORGOTTEN

SERVING ONLY FOOLS
DEFENDING EACH OTHER
ASKING NO QUESTIONS
YET WONDERING WHY
DYING FOR A COUNTRY
THEY HAVEN'T EVEN
SEEN VERY MUCH OF

TRAINING FOR YEARS
PREPARING FOR WAR
LEAVING A LONELY LIFE
TO GO OFF TO NOWHERE
TO START ANOTHER ONE
TO RETURN TO NOTHING
ONLY TO BE FORGOTTEN"

Loved that, sad.

---------- Post added at 07:38 PM ---------- Previous post was at 07:37 PM ----------

Quote:

Originally Posted by roachboy

Last is black woods glittering moon between lower blue valley when sky is only seen as stars above cliffs above foil.

Gutters like everywhere the then-picturesque whitish sun is no puddles that come overflowing then a splashing then a-picking through Today roofs. The shining ones were not in fountains places but the many were in snapped rivulets again.

When tower veiled is not arid when night ends when not sunflowers are mountains gray, are moons from a looked-at village: all is then aluminum even the racing, even the surrounding of not mist when more is dripping, when the old and granite is not the way is not the walls though which the wet rises but is instead a minute gurgling.

When church.
When into clouds.
When in the middle, gurgling.

[[procedure: i put 3 paragraphs from max frisch's "man in the holocene" into a text scrambler then fixed the sentences so they kinda flow grammatically]]

That was really amazing to read, very very.

Jetée · 03-20-2010, 04:40 PM

Wonders beyond space and time, exists in our love,
Ascends the greatest of feelings, and the heavens above,
I miss you, with all my heart, mind, and soul,
Waiting for you to return, and marry me all the more.
Take your departure from my soft hands, my path has become so hard,
Opposites attract supposedly, without composite regard,
I exist only for you, and if you die, I shall die with you,
Because the sole thought in my mind is that I miss you,

A daydream preview, a quota I want to fulfill, it's my queue.
Please, return to me, never let this go,
Kisses, colourful like rainbows, hugs, as chilling as snow,
I await your arrival, my spirit fades every second,
A malevolence of deep adoration, ghost like beckon,
Distance that I cannot travel by myself, let alone take one tread;
Return to me, so we may become one again, instead.

-- OssuaryRevolution

Jetée · 04-07-2010, 11:39 AM

Beyond watching eyes
With sweet and tender kisses
Our souls reached out to each other
In breathless wonder

And when I awoke
From a vast and smiling peace
I found you bathed in morning light
Quitely studying
All the messages on my phone

roachboy · 04-07-2010, 12:10 PM

Debates a Theory social.
Saturates as from technology film studies.
Presents dystopian disempowerment through contemporary visual critical now Visual analysis.
Reassesses beginning studies, the interpreted key to this wide-ranging cultural telescope of the future and pivotal decline condition.
The literary everyday book is an art of through and through passivity.

[[description for The Architecture of the Visible: Technology and Urban Visual Culture put through a text scrambler a few times]]

Jetée · 05-26-2010, 11:43 AM

(author unknown)

Jetée · 06-06-2010, 10:45 PM

Metal Angels and Morphing Ghosts
The wind is strong and the sound is louder than most

I have only ever been on a plane once
Since childhood I have wished to flyaway

I can see faces in the clouds above
I know I’m going to join them one day

- Findlay Donnan

Jetée · 06-08-2010, 09:44 AM

[I'll unscramble it, in time, when I find it again]

Jetée · 06-11-2010, 04:05 AM

[flickr.]

Idyllic · 06-11-2010, 04:21 AM

^^^ WOW, just wow...... that is true beauty spoken.

Thank you, Jetee, I love moments of self awakening. I hope your day is blessed with abunnydant love and their soft furry essence surrounds your heart with warmth and tenderness.

Jetée · 06-14-2010, 04:27 AM

[ohwrd.]

Jetée · 06-16-2010, 11:02 AM

contextially-tangent haiku, of, and regards to, the sings and signs of our soul:

Quote:

Originally Posted by Ourcrazymodern?

Music in my soul
Becomes more enlightening
When I let it out

Jetée · 06-22-2010, 10:49 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Giant Hamburger

Hail Citizens!

I hope your shudders are in pleasure and not fear or revulsion.

I have come to rely on the constituents of this thread to bolster my spirits when they wane. Sure, we all realize that there is some small chance that I may consume one of you for energy from time to time with swift and efficient predatory strikes but only when necessary and never in anger or with malice.

As you pass through the canals and back-channels between one of my many digestive stations know that your are loved and that I am absorbing your essence only to fuel my most important bodily functions. Your individualistic qualities as well as your caloric value are important to me.

Please continue to frolic and prance through the gardens of this thread.
Your electronic gesticulations stimulate me in a myriad of delightful ways and I am supremely grateful.

Your friend,
-GH

I am delighted to see such a gracious and gallant commendation unto the loving gelatinous masses; yet, too, this reading also immensely saddens me so, if only because I have come to realize I have never really ever enjoyed such a "fruitful" community effort of "sharing is caring", despite now having multitudinous seedling gardens by which I always continually hope will blossom further from my own thumb, and the few butterflies that visit from time to time. Perhaps all I need to do is scribe a few (several dozen) letters of intent, and communcation.

Jetée · 06-25-2010, 03:47 PM

Jetée · 06-28-2010, 12:32 PM

Quote:

Bare feet

slow steps

arms wrapped tightly around your chest

where your heart hammers.

Inch by inch

pulled a little closer

to you know not what.

Hold your breath

ask for strength

no choice

but to climb slowly in.

*context

Jetée · 06-28-2010, 09:35 PM

Designs succumbing
to creeping featuritis
are banana problems.
("I know how to spell banana,
but I don't know when to stop.")

*full context

is the above an inadvertent haiku coupled by the author, or a plucked deliberate find, courtesy of the curator? we may never know the truth.

Jetée · 06-29-2010, 04:37 PM

Jetée · 07-05-2010, 05:14 PM

Shot by Samatha Smith ; as seen and glimpsed at in Brooklyn, NY.

Jetée · 07-18-2010, 04:21 AM

Lost, then found? I wonder where we all went sometimes. Is it ever so happier on the other side than where it started - who's void is still funneling?

Quote:

Originally Posted by thespian86

I spend so much.
You have no idea.
I spend so much of my life fucking petrified,
And I’m not sleeping 20 hours a day.
So I shake a lot.

Today I heard more than a couple comments in passing,
People discussing the longer days,
And all I could feel was –
Thank god.
The nighttime is really hard.
There was a mild winter morning a few months ago,
Two hours departed from where I could stand how lonesome I was,
I just rode a streetcar west,
In hopes of finding a little cheap salvation in virgin soil,
To discover pieces of America in Queen West pawn shop fronts,
I almost wanted to white wash the city,
I wanted to set myself of sentimentality,
Like I’d white wash myself,
I swear,
I will.

Sometimes I get so caught up,
I end up spending too much.
Like a communist I spend.
And I spent those hours aching,
Sprawled uncomfortably across the back row,
Displacing the Tuesday barfly who sat three rows up instead,
And when we got to the other end I just sat with my head in my hands,
Praying to you I guess,
‘Please just go away.’
I just felt ill.
I just felt ill with you,
Where before I was drunk,
Now it was pure decline.
And I told myself:
‘this is going to happen forever’

I fashionably chose further deprivation.
Three blocks west of here.
Leaving a coffee shop the next afternoon,
A bitter cold Tuesday,
I bumped into a woman with a dog
A childhood dog that I miss in an unusual way,
But instead I undressed her with my eyes,
And felt soulless.
And I can’t remember where I was walking,
But I know it felt shameful,
I felt so unlike myself when I got on the next streetcar,
Like the negotiation that got me out of house earlier that morning,
I said: “Maybe if I work at it, it’ll change”
Which is all I ever let myself attempt,
Yeah, I longed to feel something wild,
I guess it was meant to remind me of why I love this.
When really,
It really just felt like a poorly timed sexual conquest.

And though I’m not obsessed,
I still think you’re perfection.

['Paper and Vinyl' - TFP Thread]

Jetée · 07-28-2010, 08:48 PM

I'm thinking I've maybe taken this too far, and forgotten by which, and to what purpose, the idea this thread serves:

Jetée · 08-17-2010, 03:24 PM

Jetée · 08-18-2010, 02:37 PM

Jetée · 08-22-2010, 10:43 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Disk_Pusher

What disappoints me most is when I hear someone say something simply brilliant in class, and when I ask them about afterwards, they look at me blankly and say, "Oh, I was just talking, I didn't mean it. I was fucking around."

I keep forgetting that intelligence is a bad thing, and I believe that lack of respect for education (both in principle and for the people involved in the field) will cause the next generation to be a complete disaster.

Hopefully they'll rebel from their parent's socially induced insanity and all become wonderfully literate and articulate adults.

I can always hope.

[Do you worry...]

Jetée · 09-02-2010, 07:24 PM

FLESH

Quote:

Originally Posted by Druidess

Once there was a meaning
A truth lie out there
The mouth opened and ate me whole
I tried to look but all was black

I trudged on through this existence
Holding on to everything I know
Outside the cold cut through my flesh
I saw the blood but felt no pain

Scars of that time still fresh on my body
Not a spot left untouched
Heart has gone and now there is you
The knife is what you use

Marking, Adorning, Loving
You show me that you love me
Locked in the darkness of you
No want to leave

The cut all over again
I was made whole
Pouring from my flesh
It is all yours

[TFP blog.]

Baraka_Guru · 01-03-2011, 10:31 AM

Articulate assholes' babies' Battlestar Galactica Beastie Boys
birthday brains caffiend campaigns at Chicago concerts.

Darwin distractions dizzee rascal Elvis fellations, while Fleetwood Mac's
friends blame jury duty.

My kid sister Lady Gaga's Macbeth marriage l'amour and
misogynist money music consist of naked girls reading nightlife opera politics,
polyamory promotions, and prurient pussy pudding responsibilities.

Roller derby rose Ruby Ryder and the rugby boy make sappy sellout sex smarter
with a solitary strap-on.

The TFP nightwatchman watches St. Vincent substance abuse technology on
television.

On video, Wagner works with zombies who care.

ganon · 01-22-2011, 09:17 PM

so many words, thoughts, lives,
intersecting in bits and bytes
humming across the screen in countless scans
0101010.
we pour our souls into wounded vessels
looking for a reflection that reassures that we are real;
not real in the sense that we exist but that we matter.
yet all is matter, a terrible and immeasurable weight
spanning light years and now no time at all.
it is energy and entropy, conspicuous to the point of pain
our fading selves, lights drifting off into a distance unknowable because time is linear
even though dreams seem timeless.
you ask me to read and to care
but to do so I must surrender a part of me
what little time I have before the light fades beyond recognition
is spent now swimming in the thoughts of your imagination,
never retrievable, never remembered as true as first encountered,
forever changed by my having seen them,
only for a moment do I exist to feel your words and comprehend the incomprehensible that is you.

Sheepy · 04-02-2011, 07:46 AM

* redirected*

EventHorizon · 04-14-2011, 05:20 PM

have you ever
have you ever wanted to take the last slice of meat lovers'?
ever wanted a kiss so bad it ached?
how about punch that worthless fuck right in the eye?

laughed until you couldn't breathe?
smoked so much you couldn't see?
eaten so much turkey that you remember why you're happy thanksgiving only happens once a year?

have you ever fallen asleep doing homework?
have you ever cried all the way home with your dead dog in your lap?
have you ever walked on railroad tracks in the middle of the night?

have someone look at your graffiti and say "thats dope"?
have a meth addict stop dancing on the sidewalk and ask you for your nonexistant basketball?
been done a favor by your neighbor?

what about crying so hard that you laughed?
ran so far that you passed out?
drank so much you blacked out?

have you?

caught her cheating?
cooked something that would make the iron chef jizz his pants?
eaten a worm on a dare?

broken curfew with your friends?
promised your interrogator that you didn't have sexual relations with that woman?
planted a fruit tree in your back yard?

gotten betrayed by a friend?
killed someone you never talked to?
sent a letter to people you never met?

taken a deep breath of dust and gasoline in a garage and smiled?
wished you would just dissapear?
asked if they want fries with that?

brought life into a 4-stroke engine?
destroyed your life's passion only to realize you're still breathing?
made love with someone you'll never see again?

yeah... me neither.

Jetée · 04-15-2011, 05:38 PM

Quote:

As Civilization wrecks the planet from seafloor to stratosphere.

.

The Sky is a burning Red and the air is a suffocating mix of carbon monoxide and methane while the oceans are filled with sulphuric acid.

.

The Stratosphere Girl steps into her Love Rocket and sets the control to Interstellar overdrive to destinations unknown.

The Love Rocket blasts a huge hole in her bedroom floor…

The polychromatic cockpit light up like a psychedelic christmas tree.

Her heart and the Rocket propelled engines coincide with the humming of the time and space.

Her clitoris is rubbing up against the
Vibrating gear stick while the orgasms are multiplied ten fold.

The stratosphere girl slips into a suspended animation and into hyper sleep.

Eat your heart out Rip van winkle

Try 2000 years of blissful slumber,

Filled with exotic dreams about far away lands and galaxies, phantasmagorical wet dreams of multi-orgasmic dimensions.

Sexual adventures and conquests beyond her wildest imagination..

To die at this point in time and in ecstasy would be just divine.

The Planets and asteroids whiz pass like roadside vernacular as the dreamer is oblivious the perils of intergalactic travel.

Then in an instant the love rocket containing the stratosphere girl will be sucked into a tiny black hole.

Crushed and reduced to smithereens!

This will be a journey worth dying for.

Stayed tuned to Love Rocket Mark 11

Somewhere In your bedroom,

In a galaxy near you.

-- Author: Annie Z

noodle · 04-21-2011, 07:16 PM

From the Blog Cloud....

alcoholics and i'm the dummy?
anonymous member articulate asshole
awesome babies
banana pudding bang
beauty brains
caffiend campaigns distraction
dizzee rascal
duh feminism friends goals
greg weeks hardon
having a good time
headshot hercules
interstitium
introduction izzi dunn
jury duty life
macbeth make me a sandwich
marriage meetup
michelle l'amour misogynist
missed connections
money, music, my face!
nicolas cage nightlife
non-smoker nre
opera pegging
poetry politics polyamory
promotion prurient pudding pussy
renee fleming robyn rose
rugby sappy sellout
sex sex-positive
smarter smoking
solitary sprint strap-on sex
substance abuse technology
traffic tunes
two shits
work
zombies!

Baraka_Guru · 04-21-2011, 09:53 PM

Alcoholics Anonymous members articulate jury duty.
Awesome babies eat pudding while beauty campaigns are a distraction.
Money rascals work feminism goals for weeks while hardon headshots
hit Herculean brains.

The introduction to the nightlife makes me sandwich missed connections.
Traffic technology tunes two shits and marriage meetups promote prurient
misogynist sex.

My friend's music is sex-positive Nicolas Cage poetry.
Non-smoker opera politics play solitary rugby zombie faces!
Asshole polyamory and caffiend pussy pegging rose to abuse
smarter smoking substances.

Sprint sappy strap-on banana sex, interstitium sellout.

Quote:

Originally Posted by noodle

From the Blog Cloud....

[...]

Word.

05-08-2009, 05:31 PM	#1 (permalink)
Baraka_Guru warrior bodhisattva Super Moderator Location: East-central Canada	Found Poetry "TFP Blog Global Word Cloud 1" accidental adhd airborne atom-smasher bad-day beef-jerky bike ride campaigns car-crash colon cancer de sagazan diving, dropped weights emo ethics mark facebook future grad-school hello world ladytron leisure lists life-marathon fine art mark johnson, artist, metrics musical politics running scuba terrorism the faint whiplash wonder and whimsy work zombies, stalkers, perverts __________________ Knowing that death is certain and that the time of death is uncertain, what's the most important thing? —Bhikkhuni Pema Chödrön Humankind cannot bear very much reality. —From "Burnt Norton," Four Quartets (1936), T. S. Eliot Last edited by Baraka_Guru; 05-08-2009 at 05:35 PM..

05-09-2009, 03:18 PM	#2 (permalink)
Plan9 I Confess a Shiver	That's ALL me. Hah, I abuse the tag clouds. I'm sorry. Good thing such is seen as "found poetry." ... Found scrawled in a plywood latrine in some desert post: (forgive the caps, copy 'n paste job from my '06 A-stan journal) "I THINK IT IS IRONIC THAT THE INCOMPETENT ORDER THE DEDICATED TO LEAD THE INNOCENT TO DO THE IMPOSSIBLE FOR THE UNGRATEFUL ONLY TO BE FORGOTTEN SERVING ONLY FOOLS DEFENDING EACH OTHER ASKING NO QUESTIONS YET WONDERING WHY DYING FOR A COUNTRY THEY HAVEN'T EVEN SEEN VERY MUCH OF TRAINING FOR YEARS PREPARING FOR WAR LEAVING A LONELY LIFE TO GO OFF TO NOWHERE TO START ANOTHER ONE TO RETURN TO NOTHING ONLY TO BE FORGOTTEN" __________________ *Whatever you can carry.* "You should not drink... and bake." Last edited by Plan9; 05-09-2009 at 07:08 PM..

05-26-2009, 04:12 PM	#3 (permalink)
Shell Cheers Location: Eastcoast USA	DANCING SHOES by Dan Fogelberg On the wall above your bedside Saw it all as we performed our pirouette Fleshes fused As the flicker of the candles Threw upon the wall a single silhouette. Tu es dan ma coeur et dans ma tete We have loved on distant beaches Where the winter never reaches There we fell Dying swan On the dawn you danced before me Though your eyes were dark and stormy I stood still. Qui peut dire le faux et le reel? Though the distances divide us There's a paradise inside us We can't lose. Me and you Dance a 'pas de deux' Forever And I pray you never Shed your dancing shoes. __________________ ..."Say what you think. Those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind" ~ Dr. Seuss Last edited by Shell; 05-27-2009 at 10:48 AM..

09-19-2009, 04:05 PM	#4 (permalink)
Baraka_Guru warrior bodhisattva Super Moderator Location: East-central Canada	"TFP Blog Global Word Cloud 2" Cat chores, church, and state civilization: cancer communicating credit. Decriminalizing de Sagazan dialogue donates emo ethics to the fight club. Guilty Hanna-Barbera holidays hope hot nurses use karate kidney beans as fine art. Pizza Hut politics and porcupine population growth tree-proofs religious fantasy revenge. Sellout sex sleeps all day, and smartphones smug social skills. Suicidal Texas—the faint used condom— remains vulnerable to whiskey-work yuppie zoos. * * * * * "Windows, seven" When asked what you wanted, you told me to make it simpler and easier. I listened. And I built seven windows to make every day easier. Now, they're nearly ready. Seven windows are on their way, and will be available soon. Your current window has a vista; you know it is a great feature, and a way to connect with the world. __________________ Knowing that death is certain and that the time of death is uncertain, what's the most important thing? —Bhikkhuni Pema Chödrön Humankind cannot bear very much reality. —From "Burnt Norton," Four Quartets (1936), T. S. Eliot Last edited by Baraka_Guru; 09-19-2009 at 04:23 PM..

01-26-2010, 08:06 AM	#5 (permalink)
Baraka_Guru warrior bodhisattva Super Moderator Location: East-central Canada	"TFP Blog Global Word Cloud 3" A 38c argument bites blood campaigns: Chicago chicks in wet tank tops. Christmas church and state cloud computing, coating constructive leaders with control-coveted dialogue, dogpiles donators' double-bagger earplugs. Easy money and emo ethics of the family fatass flies flowers. Google it, grad-school grandson. Hawk inertia insomnia interstitium. Isaac Asimov, I see dead ppl, ladytron leisure liberty, and the libido life living marathon math money mood music. Nipple peace philosophy politics process pussy sellout sex. Shit-sock puppets stress "suck on it" in the faint thrice tilted economics whiplash work. __________________ Knowing that death is certain and that the time of death is uncertain, what's the most important thing? —Bhikkhuni Pema Chödrön Humankind cannot bear very much reality. —From "Burnt Norton," Four Quartets (1936), T. S. Eliot Last edited by Baraka_Guru; 01-26-2010 at 08:10 AM..

01-26-2010, 08:55 AM	#6 (permalink)
roachboy Super Moderator Location: essex ma	Last is black woods glittering moon between lower blue valley when sky is only seen as stars above cliffs above foil. Gutters like everywhere the then-picturesque whitish sun is no puddles that come overflowing then a splashing then a-picking through Today roofs. The shining ones were not in fountains places but the many were in snapped rivulets again. When tower veiled is not arid when night ends when not sunflowers are mountains gray, are moons from a looked-at village: all is then aluminum even the racing, even the surrounding of not mist when more is dripping, when the old and granite is not the way is not the walls though which the wet rises but is instead a minute gurgling. When church. When into clouds. When in the middle, gurgling. [[procedure: i put 3 paragraphs from max frisch's "man in the holocene" into a text scrambler then fixed the sentences so they kinda flow grammatically]] __________________ a gramophone its corrugated trumpet silver handle spinning dog. such faithfulness it hear it make you sick. -kamau brathwaite Last edited by roachboy; 01-26-2010 at 08:59 AM..

03-20-2010, 04:40 PM	#8 (permalink)
Jetée The Reforms Location: Rarely, if ever, here or there, but always in transition	"The Last YouTube Comment I Ever Acknowledged" (~ two years ago) Wonders beyond space and time, exists in our love, Ascends the greatest of feelings, and the heavens above, I miss you, with all my heart, mind, and soul, Waiting for you to return, and marry me all the more. Take your departure from my soft hands, my path has become so hard, Opposites attract supposedly, without composite regard, I exist only for you, and if you die, I shall die with you, Because the sole thought in my mind is that I miss you, A daydream preview, a quota I want to fulfill, it's my queue. Please, return to me, never let this go, Kisses, colourful like rainbows, hugs, as chilling as snow, I await your arrival, my spirit fades every second, A malevolence of deep adoration, ghost like beckon, Distance that I cannot travel by myself, let alone take one tread; Return to me, so we may become one again, instead. -- OssuaryRevolution __________________ As human beings, our greatness lies not so much in being able to remake the world (that is the myth of the Atomic Age) as in being able to remake ourselves. —Mohandas K. Gandhi

04-07-2010, 11:39 AM	#9 (permalink)
Jetée The Reforms Location: Rarely, if ever, here or there, but always in transition	Love Poem Beyond watching eyes With sweet and tender kisses Our souls reached out to each other In breathless wonder And when I awoke From a vast and smiling peace I found you bathed in morning light Quitely studying All the messages on my phone __________________ As human beings, our greatness lies not so much in being able to remake the world (that is the myth of the Atomic Age) as in being able to remake ourselves. —Mohandas K. Gandhi

04-07-2010, 12:10 PM	#10 (permalink)
roachboy Super Moderator Location: essex ma	Debates a Theory social. Saturates as from technology film studies. Presents dystopian disempowerment through contemporary visual critical now Visual analysis. Reassesses beginning studies, the interpreted key to this wide-ranging cultural telescope of the future and pivotal decline condition. The literary everyday book is an art of through and through passivity. [[description for The Architecture of the Visible: Technology and Urban Visual Culture put through a text scrambler a few times]] __________________ a gramophone its corrugated trumpet silver handle spinning dog. such faithfulness it hear it make you sick. -kamau brathwaite Last edited by roachboy; 04-07-2010 at 12:18 PM..

05-26-2010, 11:43 AM	#11 (permalink)
Jetée The Reforms Location: Rarely, if ever, here or there, but always in transition	The River (author unknown) __________________ As human beings, our greatness lies not so much in being able to remake the world (that is the myth of the Atomic Age) as in being able to remake ourselves. —Mohandas K. Gandhi

06-06-2010, 10:45 PM	#12 (permalink)
Jetée The Reforms Location: Rarely, if ever, here or there, but always in transition	AERO-DESTINY / LOOKiNG UP Metal Angels and Morphing Ghosts The wind is strong and the sound is louder than most I have only ever been on a plane once Since childhood I have wished to flyaway I can see faces in the clouds above I know I’m going to join them one day - Findlay Donnan __________________ As human beings, our greatness lies not so much in being able to remake the world (that is the myth of the Atomic Age) as in being able to remake ourselves. —Mohandas K. Gandhi

06-08-2010, 09:44 AM	#13 (permalink)
Jetée The Reforms Location: Rarely, if ever, here or there, but always in transition	Equal and Opposite [I'll unscramble it, in time, when I find it again] __________________ As human beings, our greatness lies not so much in being able to remake the world (that is the myth of the Atomic Age) as in being able to remake ourselves. —Mohandas K. Gandhi

06-11-2010, 04:05 AM	#14 (permalink)
Jetée The Reforms Location: Rarely, if ever, here or there, but always in transition	Truth we should learn early [flickr.] __________________ As human beings, our greatness lies not so much in being able to remake the world (that is the myth of the Atomic Age) as in being able to remake ourselves. —Mohandas K. Gandhi

06-11-2010, 04:21 AM	#15 (permalink)
Idyllic Psycho Location: My House	^^^ WOW, just wow...... that is true beauty spoken. Thank you, Jetee, I love moments of self awakening. I hope your day is blessed with abunnydant love and their soft furry essence surrounds your heart with warmth and tenderness. __________________ you can tell them all you want but it won't matter until they think it does p.s. I contradict my contradictions, with or without intention, sometimes.

06-14-2010, 04:27 AM	#16 (permalink)
Jetée The Reforms Location: Rarely, if ever, here or there, but always in transition	birds and bees [ohwrd.] __________________ As human beings, our greatness lies not so much in being able to remake the world (that is the myth of the Atomic Age) as in being able to remake ourselves. —Mohandas K. Gandhi

06-25-2010, 03:47 PM	#19 (permalink)
Jetée The Reforms Location: Rarely, if ever, here or there, but always in transition	__________________ As human beings, our greatness lies not so much in being able to remake the world (that is the myth of the Atomic Age) as in being able to remake ourselves. —Mohandas K. Gandhi

06-28-2010, 09:35 PM	#21 (permalink)
Jetée The Reforms Location: Rarely, if ever, here or there, but always in transition	A dogcow makes a moof Designs succumbing to creeping featuritis are banana problems. ("I know how to spell banana, but I don't know when to stop.") full context is the above an inadvertent haiku coupled by the author, or a plucked deliberate find, courtesy of the curator? we may never know the truth. __________________ As human beings, our greatness lies not so much in being able to remake the world (that is the myth of the Atomic Age) as in being able to remake ourselves.* —Mohandas K. Gandhi

06-29-2010, 04:37 PM	#22 (permalink)
Jetée The Reforms Location: Rarely, if ever, here or there, but always in transition	Just now... __________________ As human beings, our greatness lies not so much in being able to remake the world (that is the myth of the Atomic Age) as in being able to remake ourselves. —Mohandas K. Gandhi

07-05-2010, 05:14 PM	#23 (permalink)
Jetée The Reforms Location: Rarely, if ever, here or there, but always in transition	Shot by Samatha Smith ; as seen and glimpsed at in Brooklyn, NY. __________________ As human beings, our greatness lies not so much in being able to remake the world (that is the myth of the Atomic Age) as in being able to remake ourselves. —Mohandas K. Gandhi

07-28-2010, 08:48 PM	#25 (permalink)
Jetée The Reforms Location: Rarely, if ever, here or there, but always in transition	I'm thinking I've maybe taken this too far, and forgotten by which, and to what purpose, the idea this thread serves: __________________ As human beings, our greatness lies not so much in being able to remake the world (that is the myth of the Atomic Age) as in being able to remake ourselves. —Mohandas K. Gandhi

08-17-2010, 03:24 PM	#26 (permalink)
Jetée The Reforms Location: Rarely, if ever, here or there, but always in transition	__________________ As human beings, our greatness lies not so much in being able to remake the world (that is the myth of the Atomic Age) as in being able to remake ourselves. —Mohandas K. Gandhi

08-18-2010, 02:37 PM	#27 (permalink)
Jetée The Reforms Location: Rarely, if ever, here or there, but always in transition	* - __________________ As human beings, our greatness lies not so much in being able to remake the world (that is the myth of the Atomic Age) as in being able to remake ourselves. —Mohandas K. Gandhi

01-03-2011, 10:31 AM	#30 (permalink)
Baraka_Guru warrior bodhisattva Super Moderator Location: East-central Canada	TFP Global Word Cloud 4 Articulate assholes' babies' Battlestar Galactica Beastie Boys birthday brains caffiend campaigns at Chicago concerts. Darwin distractions dizzee rascal Elvis fellations, while Fleetwood Mac's friends blame jury duty. My kid sister Lady Gaga's Macbeth marriage l'amour and misogynist money music consist of naked girls reading nightlife opera politics, polyamory promotions, and prurient pussy pudding responsibilities. Roller derby rose Ruby Ryder and the rugby boy make sappy sellout sex smarter with a solitary strap-on. The TFP nightwatchman watches St. Vincent substance abuse technology on television. On video, Wagner works with zombies who care.

01-22-2011, 09:17 PM	#31 (permalink)
ganon Insane Location: in my head	so many words, thoughts, lives, intersecting in bits and bytes humming across the screen in countless scans 0101010. we pour our souls into wounded vessels looking for a reflection that reassures that we are real; not real in the sense that we exist but that we matter. yet all is matter, a terrible and immeasurable weight spanning light years and now no time at all. it is energy and entropy, conspicuous to the point of pain our fading selves, lights drifting off into a distance unknowable because time is linear even though dreams seem timeless. you ask me to read and to care but to do so I must surrender a part of me what little time I have before the light fades beyond recognition is spent now swimming in the thoughts of your imagination, never retrievable, never remembered as true as first encountered, forever changed by my having seen them, only for a moment do I exist to feel your words and comprehend the incomprehensible that is you. __________________ "My give up, my give up." - Jar Jar Binks

04-02-2011, 07:46 AM	#32 (permalink)
Sheepy Tilted Location: Hometown at Great Barrier Island, NZ	* redirected* Last edited by Sheepy; 04-02-2011 at 08:17 AM..