chin

cause she's a new age hippy!

Look, if your president we're not going to get to see Elixir get naked. I'm trying to shatter a dictatorship here, if you were elected without even running, it's obviously because the *real* president was Nymph and he just pulled the strings to have you fill in so that when the revolution starts, he's not the one who gets shot by the Ravewave Liberation Front.

Forget the presidency, join us in our mission Comrade Instagatah... together, we can win this.

And it'll be totally sweet when we do.

You'll get the support of a fellow comrade toiling under the oppresive weight of this totalatarian regime.

By stripping for the president of your very own fanclub who also happens to be the dictator of this slice of internet reality, you will gain favor with him. Once his favor is gained, using your influence and my intellect we'll weasel our way into the gears of power and free ravewave of his Iron Grip, smashing his dictatorship to establish a Utopic Communist Paradise!!!

HOLYFUCKIN SHIT, IT'LL BE SO COOL!!!

it really was awesome.
and that Nymph guy's still gets to be president!
I mean, if he built the country, he should rule over it. Or something.

Someone strip for him.

Elixir?

Get me a job !!
I'm fucking cool, I can do cartwheels and shit!

And I'm not beyond Nepotism. Look what it did for George W. Bush!


...

!!!!!!

penny-arcade rocks.
and azazel, you might want to check out stuff by Alan Watts. I hate the guy, but you might like his books.

One of the most prominent Zen philosophers of the west, he's well known for his knowledge of Eastern religions.

His books are well written and easy enough to read. Give one a shot if you haven't already.

On The Taboo Against Knowing Who You Are is a classic mindfucker of a book written by him during his hippy years in San Fran. It's one of his weaker, though more well known, pieces.

clickers away

[ www.amazon.com ]

fuckin monarchists messing everything up.
Well, fuck that, one day the people will revolt and burn down your palaces and THE NYMPH WILL BE PRESIDENT.

p.s - Jeff really *is* everyone. He's the alpha and omega, yo. Driving civics and mowing lawns all over the place. Word.

omfg, let's start a Kira Fan Club on ravewave.

I vote the Nymph guy president.

KIRA-type-person you're getting everyone hot and bothered over here!!

post pics.
kthnxbye

SAWEEEEET!!!

I'll do it, I'm cute as a button and I need money. Just don't grab my ass. And their's alot of ass to grab, so I'm sure you'll be tempted.


Well DON'T. Kay, tell me when I can start, thanx.

holy shit, dude, I think they're from the west island. I heard people eat babies over there.

But they seem cool enough, so if you don't mind them eating babies, it might be a fun party.

:smokin

haha, forget about it dude.
I'm just playing devil's advocate.
I could easily argue against what I just wrote. It's all bullshit. I'm only buggin on this thread to get a rise out of you hahaha

relax, enjoy the smoke.

or - with all the bullshit cut out -

People piss themselves off by living in a fantasy world, and take it out on other people.

i lost someone's phone number and I want to invite them out to dance this week. foak.

Pretty simple,
and I'm sure you'll agree

Tired minds cause people to be more susceptible to an overactive imagination, and once that imagination gets working it's sometimes very hard to stop. Tired minds are often products of an unexamined life, a lack of awareness of who you are coupled with the inability to assess the root of your emotions makes you more vulnerable to seeing things which aren't there.

A person's conception of morality, peace, and the private beliefs they entertain often amount to nothing more than a personal mythology. A series of fantasies and stories who have only the most tenuous relationship to reality. Philosophy and personal mythologies are closely linked, though they aren't the same - however, both can lead you to live a life of lies.

Boof. edited for less typo action.

:D

hahaha
beautiful
*grins*

Mister Lucky Star, this is a matter of drawing your very own demons out, and I'm doing this for a reason, you see, it's fun.

If I get on your nerves, I'm doing something right. If you can't tell, that's the point.


"show other's what pains them
by drawing it out from
their very own mouths."

you see, I'm not getting on your nerves,
you're getting on your own nerves ...
by way of your own idea of what I'm doing. Your own interpretation of reality is fraying your nerves, boy.

Try to understand what I'm getting at, Mister
Lucky Star. And perhaps you'll see, I thought out my posts... pretty well.

Right from the beginning.

I think that'd be funny as hell.

"innocuously... hypocritically, hypotheticly that is, im feeling a little distraught.

is it ignorance that makes you jump?
are you trying to be condescending, chump?

- FUCK YOUR CHALLENGE - "

Ignorance intoxicates me,
I use acts of condescension as
a means of heavenly ascension,
The biting negation of worth
apparent in such an absence of ideals
reveals before us both our strengths
and our weaknesses

We're all soldiers of misery,
our duty is simple - show
other's what pains them
by drawing it out from
their very own mouths.

When we fuck the challenge,
the challenge fucks us.


I write what I write as I write it,
let the fists drawn with words
inspire you, you're good,
Mister Lucky Star :p

HOLYFUCK!!

I *love* cheese sprinkles!

x-men 2 is going to soooo rock.

hahaha,
Lune... read the rest of the thread - someone posted the release dates a few posts above your own post ;)

ON GUARD!

I challenge you Lucky Star, to a battle of the poets. And this is my response to your poetry of philosophy. Cause I liked it. So I decided I'd honor it by writing up something of my own.

*******

Philosophy sat on his royal throne
pounding on the drums of war
sounding off with the moanings
of a common whore while
thumping on his sheepskin,
divising countless new reasons
for cross border beatings

This division of the people
along imaginary lines is nothing
but the working of tired minds
victimized by their own imagination,
suffering from personal frustrations
finding root in emotional confusion

Morality, Peace, and private beliefs
that make up your personal mythology
are distant cousins of that bastard
Philosophy looking to hook you to
a life of delusions and dangerous illusions

So, take heed and follow this,
The strongest fighters never fight,
Disarm the ravages of Philosophy
by eliminating the need to reason.

i like sheep, they're cute and cuddly.

Hate on, my fellow sheeplings!

holy shit, Azazel hook me up with a job at whatever company you're working at.

i want to get paid to fuck around online too.

blackmail

cause she once punched a little old lady right in the jaw and stole her wallet.

SHE'S FUCKING INSANE! like omfg.

cause she has interesting boobs

War grabbed my ass.
Pervert.

Is in his profile.
Nuff said.

with vibrating action

yeh, a very... oldskool move hehe.

having people cook me food.
Foak that rocks.

Oh, and mixtapes. mium.

kink

War, war, war, war, war, war.

war.

short skirts, nylon, and the ability to kick massive ass.

I took calligraphy classes when I was eleven to help me learn how to forge signatures. My parents, mostly.

Richard Hell and The Voidoids - Blank Generation

bluh.

waking up naked and not remembering why sucks.

relax, there's plenty of room for everyone to be creepy. No one has to be creepy alone. We can all be creepy together.

it's anal retentive, in some countries you can just holler at the bus without being anywhere near a bus stop and they'll stop.

crank yankin STM.
right, now bed.
Staying up past 6:00am,
that'll piss me off ;)

g'nite,
nice makin yer acquaintances