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Design A Design For A Tribal Nation Tee - Winner!!
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TELEVISION
Posted by sinners-bliss on Tuesday, August 26 @ 13:05:51 MST (7 reads) |
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PennyRouble writes "my head is a television my ears are statelites frequencies every thought a station magnified by emotion one station for nalini a love lost found and lost again a station relgated to recurring episodes of futility one station for alicia a love trying not to fade away every episode something new added to reboot one station for the world a station for utopian dreamers a show called imagine hosted by john lennon plays everday one station for truth the children screaming injustices galvanised in shame from station to station i switch while the world passes by and i take in the stimuli "
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thanks for the memories
Posted by sinners-bliss on Thursday, August 21 @ 19:32:18 MST (6 reads) |
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liz writes "The silver release of my pen,
Striking the pages, a bittersweet symphony…
Nothing comes to mind,
But your tender embraces,
The way you tasted,
After, in the beginning and during.
My crazy little scribbles,
In a frenzy, like magic.
Without a rope, without a harness,
Without a compass to guide me,
I had climbed the highest mount.
But now, I’m falling, freefalling,
Lightheaded, drunk on what was,
My sweet escape, my treasured past,
You the keeper of my heart,
Thanks for the memories… "
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tree
Posted by jovy on Thursday, August 14 @ 10:53:44 MST (13 reads) |
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PennyRouble writes "your on the tree and you cutting it down your on the bench , judge your fucking around you lie,we buy you feed the need you created in me our complacenecy your kill the thrill you built in me
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Rocking for Baby Hannah... A charity show
Posted by jovy on Tuesday, August 12 @ 08:02:20 MST (9 reads) |
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yoshi_drummer writes "Four month old baby Hannah Bhawandeem is in Urgent need of a liver transplant. The surgery can only be done in the U.S.A at John Hopkins Medicine International Hospital the approximate cost of the liver transplant is US$ 300,000.
Date - Saturday 16th August 2008
Admission - $40
Doors open - 4:00pm
MC - THE ELECTRIC JOSE
Free parking
Security by the door
Featured Bands and Times:-
- Krash 5:15pm
- DFY 6:00pm
- Requiem 7:00pm
- Vox Deus (Acoustic) 7:45pm
- Everything Is… 8:30pm
- For I Have Sinned 9:15pm
- Az Daylight Fades 10:00pm
- Taking Down Ivory 10:45pm
- Anti – Everything 11:30pm
- Spectral Vibes 12:15am
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Drought
Posted by purely_gothic on Thursday, July 31 @ 06:08:06 MST (22 reads) |
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Narcosynthesis writes "I miss the feeling of skin on skin
How our bodies collided like water and sand
The shudder running through my body each time you touched
I wish to feel the exchange of our body heat
And the softness of your hair running through my fingers
I miss your presence behind me, pressing against my back
The warmth of your breathe on my neck
And the bittersweet whispers in my ear
I miss the emotions that ran through my body each time it happened
How my heart sped up
And my mind went racing
But it’s dry season again and the river’s dried up
The leaves are burning while the sun shines bright
I sit in the yellow fields where the drought grows fast
And the thirst raves on while I fade away…
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Narcosynthesis writes "
Eyes filled with falsehood
A lie behind that smile
You could fool anyone
Even for awhile
You’re ever so sweet
So wrong yet convincing
A medal for deceit
And a trophy for pretending
A face for each occasion
Not one to be trusted
You bury away the truth
That will soon be forgotten
You put up this façade
And lose sense of reality
But that doesn’t matter now
If you can be any identity… "
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dog smell another dog bottom
Posted by jovy on Monday, July 28 @ 19:37:06 MST (24 reads) |
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d cms iz shit
we have 2 fix it
cuz its failin
still ppl appreciate it
i knw
i am a user
and i am disappointed
it mus be fixed
u depend on it
and nothin eles
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Solution
Posted by sahara on Monday, July 21 @ 05:26:56 MST (28 reads) |
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Narcosynthesis writes "Solution to our burdens
We indulge in the forbidden
For it is these sins that lead to salvation
And temporary revelations
So intoxicated we become
To conquer the thorn in our sides
Enslave ourselves to our worst enemies
Who become gods before our eyes
Gluttons for our vices
And the relief they posess
So weak we were born
To seek refuge in vain
Slowly deteriorating
Absorbing the pain
Then we wash it all way
With the devil of solution
The only answer
The greatest conclusion "
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Everybody Else
Posted by purely_gothic on Friday, July 18 @ 07:23:05 MST (23 reads) |
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ryley003 writes "
The world seems so obsolete to me everything seems so flawless so very strange to me my heart was poured into loving you and I had begun to despair everybody else seems to think they know me but do they really? I am so used to being with someone that now she's gone I am finding myself so naive to the ways of the world I have no love for any other but her and even that love is fading the twilight passes and fades like the tears I cry each new day everybody else has forgotten you but I still remember.
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Posted by jovy on Monday, July 07 @ 07:59:59 MST (33 reads) |
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Black_Mamba writes "moonlight angel.
the sun sets and the man stands alone under a streetlamp people pass by and sometimes they stop admiring.... laughing....listening..... watching.... they stop... and walk on by. in the alley... hiding in the shadows... is a presense.. watching.... hiding... fluttering in silence so as not to alarm. she stares and the tears roll down chiselling her face.. her mouth opens and closes and soundless words come out, things that should have been said... things that she is sorry about saying, things that need to be said. things.... so many things. he props his dull guitar on his knee... and tunes it softly...... a slight breeze lifts the hair on his hand. his pores raise. he smells her perfume... distant..... light... he looks around and sees nothing. he sees nothing. could be a memory.... he quickly clears his mind and tunes on. a shiver crawls down her spine and her muscles tense from holding still he doesnt want to see her... not yet... he cant see her.... as much as she wants to just feel his warm breath holding her tight.. to hear his voice whispering that its going to be alright.... she just stares... she always did stare with her big dark eyes.... she always stared... and always watched and when she didnt even know it he had stolen her heart but that matter is still blurry because it could just have been that she gave it to him. she did give it to him threw it at him and ripped it away and gnawed at it and then threw it back and ripped it away and gnawed at it and threw it back and ripped it away and gnawed it... till it was just his... written in blood his name all over her heart.... and his name that is etched so deep within the muscles that it can never be erased his name.... so large and bold that no other can ever fit there. his name.... except she didnt know what he eventually did to her heart. if he kept it. if he buried it. if he hid it. if he killed it. but all she knew was that she didnt have it anymore. fluttering there alone in the alley... she didnt have that heart anymore. she didnt want it back for sure. she wanted that man... holding the guitar to wear it proudly like he used to once before.... once.... seems like a long time ago.
angels and demons staring at themselves through a looking glass making faces at each other angels and demons doing the square dance circling around each other angels and demons playing hide and seek looking and finding each other angels and demons all around laughing then shouting at each other angels and demons praying in their house eyes closed in concentration angels and demons.... demons and angels. which is it that they feel like today.
for once she may have been his moonlight angel. feeding him her love. once she was his everything... and she was nothing without him but then along the way things changed and the sun came out too hot that day and their bodies boiled over when angels and demons came out to play and she turned into the his demon. as the sun sent out its deadly rays they fought and fought all day and in the stormy night when it was supposed to go away.. he decided to leave..... and didnt wait... for the angel to come back out and play.
and she watched him try to leave and did all she could to beg him to stay but he had made up his mind earlier in the day and she cried and cried till her body went dry because she was staring at the man who could no longer see her.
and it hurt and it killed her and all the other angels watching over wondered what was going on.... and then the demons roared and they told her to forget it but she denied it. and lost it and then cried some more.
things got worse the day after when he wasnt there to no longer greet her and she was in disbelief and tried to find him searched the world and came so close to him that he didnt even see her drive right next to him and when she rang they didnt want him to talk to her. and she heard them and cried and died just some more inside.... because he didnt want to see her anymore and when she heard his voice rang clear in the night air her soul raced and her wings lifted up once more. it was just enough to hear his voice on that lonely night.
and she waited some more... and stared at his face etched in her mind. and cried a million dozen times cried and cried and was denied that love that she wanted.
and he said they would probably be friends and then announced to the world that he no longer loved and she wondered what then became of her heart....... because it could never be hers again. and she wracked her head. for all that was said. and she prayed and prayed to be allowed a chance again cause she knew that she would never make the same mistakes again never ever again.
the angel man watched under the hood of his eyes... and sighed at the guitar. he wondered what the words were once before. and he fiddled and strummed and the chords rang out loud but its melody was sad and ripped at ur soul and made the tears well over.
and the moonlite angel hovered closer to just get one last chance to hear his song. and she ripped out her wings and handed it to him laid her soul bear at his feet and sat in the corner to listen to him for it was all that she had and all that she was without him and everything was his for the keeping always was. always will be. and the man looked up and a fog was close and didnt see. he peered into the white and maybe searched and his voice said her name..... quietly. ever so quietly.
Black_Mamba
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