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Post something incredible
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Completely incredible? Or just incredible?
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Good start Better!
Either. Any kind of incredible is welcome here. |
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Good. It's nice to see some great art appreciated here,
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It's dropped to almost 60F outside. It was almost 80 this afternoon.
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it is said that ceasar wept at the sight of pompey's head |
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hahaha! |
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Aw,I love this pic hahah |
Making love to a vampire with a monkey on my knee
The pond shined dry like a lady's compact Lilies leaped like flat green hearts with white hearts Squirting yellow pollen. Cocks... Ferns ran like cool spades, fossils. ..away from the rocks Bees echoed dark carbon hums that dashed in nothing Gnats fucked my ears and nostrils Hit my brain like hones and numbed to nothing Wings stuck on liquid bones Making love to a vampire with a monkey on my knee The moon poured hollow down my milky leg Splashed still and moved The wind peed down the willows and pricked the needle vine The monkey moved a fur shadow... its soot tail curled in twos Its lips smiled needles.. its eyes rolled loose Her throat broke open... glistened in the dew Red berries dangled like a dream of rubies, too Snot muscles ran down her ivory chin and tooth within A locket... a pin held fast to then, my love, my pocket deep within and senses dangled the chain that clasped me to her then The messenger spoke the wind that blows between our time I sensed you then 'n whispers spin 'n flow in silver dust Around the pointed pin Sent to nothing God, please fuck my mind for good Making love to a vampire with a monkey on my knee Oh fuck that thing... fuck that poem... eyes crawl out with maggots White cloth bones pile up light thrown blades Rags ‘n skull.. scoops soil cracks.. .drain screams.. please Take my hand 'n join me... too soon its clutches gleams Making love to a vampire with a monkey on my knee Death be damned... life |
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I used to dance naked in the coronet starport when my server was down.
incredible? more like incredibly disgusting. ![]() ![]() dig the redheaded mullet. |
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...que es? |
Hey Better!!!! This is related to what I was talking about!!
http://www.nzherald.co.nz/mental-hea...ectid=10480450 |
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The CardCrusher...um...that's about it. |
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I only just worked out your reference. And yes this thread is a response to that one. |
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thats so great. i wonder where you can go to read what other things are in that scientific study. that was a pretty brief summary. i'll google that guys name. |
Yeah it's really interesting. I posted it in the star signs threas as that is a better place for it.
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I remember the article I originally read about it in having a lot more information.
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On the calm black water where the stars are sleeping White Ophelia floats like a great lily; Floats very slowly, lying in her long veils... - In the far-off woods you can hear them sound the mort. For more than a thousand years sad Ophelia Has passed, a white phantom, down the long black river. For more than a thousand years her sweet madness Has murmured its ballad to the evening breeze. The wind kisses her breasts and unfolds in a wreath Her great veils rising and falling with the waters; The shivering willows weep on her shoulder, The rushes lean over her wide, dreaming brow. The ruffled water-lilies are sighing around her; At times she rouses, in a slumbering alder, Some nest from which escapes a small rustle of wings; - A mysterious anthem falls from the golden stars. II O pale Ophelia! beautiful as snow! Yes child, you died, carried off by a river! - It was the winds descending from the great mountains of Norway That spoke to you in low voices of better freedom. It was a breath of wind, that, twisting your great hair, Brought strange rumors to your dreaming mind; It was your heart listening to the song of Nature In the groans of the tree and the sighs of the nights; It was the voice of mad seas, the great roar, That shattered your child's heart, too human and too soft; It was a handsome pale knight, a poor madman Who one April morning sate mute at your knees! Heaven! Love! Freedom! What a dream, oh poor crazed Girl! You melted to him as snow does to a fire; Your great visions strangled your words - And fearful Infinity terrified your blue eye! III - And the poet says that by starlight You come seeking, in the night, the flowers that you picked And that he has seen on the water, lying in her long veils White Ophelia floating, like a great lily. Arthur Rimbaud |
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someone in spain won 126 million euros with euromillions. you can buy two badass giant planes for that.
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I'm having such an incredible day
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gratz! |
there is a god creator of THE WHOLE GODDAMNED UNIVERSE, and YOU are made in his image.
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There's some incredibly disheartening shit going down in my life but I vow to remain strong.
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