Speak to me in the excruciatingly soft tones of deafening madness.

coooooo cooooooo cooooooo

Miss Bitters, Mandy has head pigeons again.

can't. monkeeeeees will eat my head.

seven times four the murder ran blood through the eye fisting purples i have seen they praise me not slowly but fermentingly cool in the dark door he scares the blowings i say the chips mean little ends and scarcity not said to hold it back just a little i mean not but must i say more?

and then i went fishing with my three foot pole, times were different then not so much the method but the posturing of the seven miles down the road i think but you shouldn't move the shirt was seven dollars and it was all about the music the music man the thing was it is just all changed not the same anymoreidontthinkitsveryclearreallybuttheremustbesomethingdifferentaboutthemethodsofthemovementinmyheadrightnow oh, and it wasallsaidanddone before william of orange crossed the river i told you i told youitoldyou but but i just need for the sake of things you can save it another cigarrette in the end is only the same damn thing!

hows that?

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never mind

The DAB! He's missing! They've taken him and drained him of his sweet, sweet blood candies

Dab's acting even crazier than normal again... Ms. Bitters, can we use a Crazy Card on Dab and send him to the Crazy House for Boys?

all i can say is im glad i know you

cant sleep...
clowns will eat me...
cant sleep...
clowns will eat me...

...........................................

You're scaring me.

TATTLETALE!!

A reservoir of darkness, black
As witches' cauldrons are, when fill'd
With moon-drugs in th' eclipse distill'd
Leaning to look if foot might pass
Down thro' that chasm, I saw, beneath,
As far as vision could explore,
The jetty sides as smooth as glass,
Looking as if just varnish'd o'er
With that dark pitch the Seat of Death
Throws out upon its slimy shore.

--Lovecraft

you wish.
melt she said.

you wish. melt she said.

you wish . melt. she said

you wish
melt she said

you wish melt she said

you wish. melt she
said.

you wish.
melt.
she said

you wish melt she said.

you
wish melt she said.

you

wish
melt
she


said

I am not round I am Orange!

you wish

melt she said

Those nice young men in their clean white coats, they're coming to take me away. Ha, ha, he, he.

Suffocation...I'm drowning.
Catch me...I'm falling.

Black Black BLACK like the clouds of death that follow me into the forest of doom and hide in the wardrobe of darkness. BLACK! Listen, listen. Do you hear? The moon is weeping in a secret room. They tap at my window, with tiny pools. Oh, the monks are troubled and full of woe. I'm a fly. Trapped in a bottle of shadows. We don't want to die. You lock me in the cellar and feed me pins. BLACK. Where are we sleeping tonight, mother? In father's grave? Oh the blackness, like the endless blackness of space, that leads to the chasm of CLAMS. The darkness, so cold, so cold. We crawl on our knees towards our doom.

and me?
no wish metlt she said for me?

orange you?

this is now my all time favorite survey. these are great replies

Words, WORDS, *WORDS*

Sweetie you're starting to sound like a stuck phonograph needle!

Gravitation is elation when we're going to the fair where we win a teddy-bear. Holds us down into a seats and lets us swallow lots of sweets.

(most beautiful guitar intro ever, second only to Dylan's "It's all over now, baby blue".

I want to run
I want to hide
I want to tear down the walls
that hold me inside
I want to reach out and touch the flame
where the streets have no name...

(unburied my "The Joshua Tree" album, happy as musical shellfish).

No

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Wed 3:35pm
** comes in & confiscates your computer,& hands you an ice cold bottle of Zima **


There,there,now! It's gonna be alright! Cleo's here! Cleo's here!
** strokes your long red hair**

>Talking to the two handsome tall men in the nice white coates<

"No,no,I'll take care of her now,you can leave,she's my SC buddy"

That boy's crazy. Put him in one of those crazy buckets!

as i said.

as i said

as I
said

as
i said

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as i said?

No

I speak to you in essence of cornflake
I listen to you with the memory of green
I feel you in my arms like a bread roll with attitude.

'you, what do you own the world?
how do you own disorder?'

past sun moon comet and star
wheels within wheels within sacred and starry heart
storm blooded tree of life awaits

said sai

I think you should stop wasting valuable time with theses surveys and do something more productive with your life.
Thank you and have a nice day

whoa! kewl!

I heard you!

Get bent.

let me read your fortune

¥"Please, don't repeat what you've said already".
¥"It's water under the bridge."

no i am serious! go to my survey so i can draw you an i ching card!

"conversion software 7.0
looking at life throught the eyes of a tired hub...
somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep
disorder disorder disorder
eating seeds is a pastime activity
the toxicity of our city"

"when i became the son i shone light into the man's hearts"
"when i became the sun i shone life into the world"

I figured out what your comment literally meant when visiting new surveys after visiting replies.
You seem to have that creator/perceiver - heart/power concept down. Who is the quote attributable to?

oh i knew you would figure it out without explanation. thats why i like you.
the quotes lately have been from my (one of my) favorite bands in the world 'SYSYTEM OF A DOWN' and they are attributable (is that a word?) to everyone.

cotton candie bubble bath cotton candie bubble bath cotton candie bubble bath cotton candie bubble bath cotton candie bubble bath cotton candie bubble bath

my bathtub is pink

too early in the morning for me to see that

PINK!!!!!!!!