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#167367 50 Mon Sep 26 00:37:04 1994 endless bastard @ Lost Archives, Custer, USA/WA/WHATCOM
JD> Hi this is the 20th century calling. I want my resoning back. Empathy? sure.
#167585 50 Wed Sep 28 19:39:46 1994 JayDee @ Loka, sea
my reasoning has been changing I never lost it...but it was dragged awhile, by Lions just pick and dust off time can either drag you down or time can lift you up... I cannot imagine having a heart or soul without empathy but someone-elses' pain can sure drive you crazy no-good so don't go crazy from it there are much nicer things to go crazy on
#167776 50 Wed Sep 28 23:54:53 1994 [BTW] endless bastard [Has No Penis] @ Lost Archives, Custer, USA/WA/WHATCOM
Wow! a poem in here that I *like*....
#167586 50 Thu Sep 29 17:36:58 1994 [I don't know where] Kythera [to turn....] @ Black Mountain, Kendall, US/WA/Whatcom
JayDee -- I agree....
#167666 50 Thu Sep 29 21:52:13 1994 JayDee @ Loka, sea
thank you, Kythera... what is Kythera from, btw?
#168000 50 Sat Oct 1 12:50:06 1994 [I don't know where] Kythera [to turn....] @ Black Mountain, Kendall, US/WA/Whatcom
JayDee -- Your welcome. Actually I really dunno where I got Kythera from, I like it alot better than my other 'nym (Little Byrd).
#168898 50 Mon Oct 3 14:43:01 1994 [I like cute young guys] Corpus Delectable [with torn jeans & doc martins] @ The Asylum, Seattle, U.S.A.
Beautiful one, Starry.....reminds me of a wonderful little book called "Earth Prayers"....hundreds of poems, incantations & prayers for & about our wonderful earth...
#169930 50 Thu Oct 6 18:24:46 1994 Megamol [
from tellagraph hill] @ Tellagraph Hill, Seattle
Look for Spoon River Anthology by Edgar Lee Masters. OLder stuff, does'nt even rhyme for the most part but it is a really neat book of stuff...
#169642 50 Thu Oct 6 19:06:17 1994 The Wanderer @ Blind Man's Bluff, Kirkland, WA, USA
Now who can tell me of some good poets? Good stuff you've read? I'm terrible picky, it seems, but I want to read poetry! Ah...
#170020 50 Fri Oct 7 10:04:13 1994 [Look What] Prof. Fate [Has Found.] @ The Dream Realm, State of Looserville, US
Klingon Poems Submitted by Elizabeth Weber These famous poems were found in The Klingon Covert Operations Manual created by David Christensen and Cathy Doser. Meditation Pool by Kian Zantai Jiraal Still water black as assassin's steel Receives my mind, and deeds float up Like drowned men from the vacuum sea Which once in a hundred nights shows clear. Once in a hundred nights the stars Do not forget, or not enough. Blood vows defiled by time return To twist their knifes in long-scarred wounds, And victories of life alone Raise coward voices to the sky. Still water black as my last command Reflects the stars in a soldier's face Where eyes impaled by memory Hold more than will alone can change.
#169965 50 Fri Oct 7 12:20:45 1994 Megamol [
from tellagraph hill] @ Tellagraph Hill, Seattle
When I was in school the way I discovered it was that the drama teacher had people acting out parts from it. He only had a few of them dittoed, like the one about the cooper and a couple others. I fell in love with them and years later found my own copy in a used book store which turned out to have a copy of his obituary in it. Its one of my cherished possesions.
#169964 50 Fri Oct 7 14:50:46 1994 The Wanderer @ Blind Man's Bluff, Kirkland, WA, USA
I read it in school last year... was very good... I've even imitated his style (for school, of course)... Fun...
#170349 50 Sat Oct 8 15:50:51 1994 Megamol [
from tellagraph hill] @ Tellagraph Hill, Seattle
Raise your voices one and all From city slicker to country bumpkin Welcome once again this fall The coming of the Great Pumpkin From pumpkin patches everywhere Flying swiftly through the air Rewarding those who have been good Just as Linus said he would Don't be rude and don't be mean On this night of Halloween Better be careful what you do The Great Pumpkin's watching YOU!!
#171693 50 Wed Oct 12 01:02:17 1994 endless bastard @ Lost Archives, Custer, USA/WA/WHATCOM
That Klingon poetry is cool.
#171692 50 Thu Oct 13 13:36:21 1994 Torch Song @ Twilight Voice, City in the Clouds, US/WA/WHATCOM
Wow...captured! BTW, No-One Special--wrong handle when you can write like that!
#173625 50 Tue Oct 18 18:30:47 1994 [Just call me] Megamol [@ tellagraph hill] @ Tellagraph Hill, Seattle
cool Starry.....i dig the ending sideways....
#173902 50 Tue Oct 18 19:51:54 1994 Kulmacet @ MixEd ReaLity, MerpVille
Vogon poetry is cooler
#173373 50 Tue Oct 18 20:31:06 1994 [Smiling,] Starry [says "Hi!"] @ Blind Man's Bluff, Kirkland, WA, USA
The night covered me, Like a shroud. I reveled in the darkness; The noise and the crowds Being much too loud. Within the darkness, My own love And heart were freed. Giving my step, A quickened lightness, Of which I was in need. The sphere's sparkling, Brightly above me... I saw the moon smile. And nearby, I could hear, Venus chuckling.
#173374 50 Tue Oct 18 23:28:15 1994 [No More Words] ZooKeeper [No More Promises...] @ The Zoo, Bellingham, USA/WA/WHATCOM
Starry -- mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm nice. :>
#173815 50 Wed Oct 19 15:52:32 1994 [Dreams within] Little Byrd [the still of night] @ Line NoiZe, Ferndale, U.S.A.
Just Remember You know that I love you You know that I care So why can't you tell me Where we stand my dear? Of all the precious memories that we share The ones where you tell me, I love you are there I kept them locked in, the back of my mind, to think about later, in hard times. But seeing you now, A new love in your eyes, I know it will not help If we compromise Though the times will get bad, and the roughter still Just remember that I love you And that I always will. by Shelly Dickinson 9-28-94
#173901 50 Wed Oct 19 17:22:36 1994 [What did he say?] Bookworm [says that...] @ The Used BookStore, Bellingham, USA/WA/WHATCOM
Thanks LB. I enjoyed that.
#174214 50 Thu Oct 20 16:58:39 1994 [I don't know where] Kythera [to turn....] @ Black Mountain, Kendall, US/WA/Whatcom
I am me! Ask me no more, because I can tell you know more I will not tell you my name, for it is just a symbol You say you want to know who I am? Again I say I am unique and one of a kind For I am me! You have asked, "Where are you?" I am here! Can you not accept that and be satisfied with this place? Ask me now where I am I am here. Right here with you. Now you ask, "What is the time?" the time is now! To live and love the way we please. To use this time very specially, for it will never happen again. For the time is now, and I am me, and and I am here, right here with you. By Lisa Morrison
#174356 50 Thu Oct 20 22:12:47 1994 [What did he say?] Bookworm [says that...] @ The Used BookStore, Bellingham, USA/WA/WHATCOM
Once again thanks LB. We could all learn some from that.
#176922 50 Fri Oct 21 01:54:53 1994 endless bastard @ Lost Archives, Custer, USA/WA/WHATCOM
Well....I'm *here*
#174608 50 Fri Oct 21 05:21:59 1994 JayDee @ Loka, sea
good attitude, LB... wish more people could read and understand that maybe they prefer living in fear/ignorance I'll never know I won't be able to know them
#175530 50 Sat Oct 22 01:24:12 1994 John @ Saltlick Of Desire, Seattle, USA/WA/KING
My Poem I want to fuck the neighbor girls; I want to fuck the landlord's sister; I want to fuck our receptionist; But she's married.
#175531 50 Sat Oct 22 02:56:20 1994 [Just call me] Megamol [hippie child] @ Tellagraph Hill, Seattle
sorry John, not only does that not rhyme, it's not even up to your usual witty standards.....
#175713 50 Sat Oct 22 11:54:47 1994 JayDee @ Loka, sea
besides, who cares about the marital situation if you are such a fucker now, hose-off, John...you sully this room with your garbage
#175714 50 Sat Oct 22 17:36:39 1994 Elisabeth Perrin @ Saltlick Of Desire, Seattle, USA/WA/KING
Poetry has to rhyme? It's up to par with your poems, at least.
#175716 50 Sat Oct 22 18:57:56 1994 JayDee @ Loka, Seattle
you still don't get it your poop is gross...
#175715 50 Sat Oct 22 19:03:38 1994 John @ Saltlick Of Desire, Seattle, USA/WA/KING
You still think poetry has to rhyme? How old are you?
#175717 50 Sat Oct 22 20:03:29 1994 [Just call me] Megamol [hippie child] @ Tellagraph Hill, Seattle
In the first place I have not posted any of my own poetry here, so you have no valid basis for comparison. In the second place, if you were to pay attention to what I said, there was a definate qualifying statement there. Of course poetry does not have to rhyme, but as I said beforeI usually look forward to John's postings since he is usually articulate and somewhat intelligent even if I don't always agree with what he has to say. In any event this room is hardly the proper forum for flaming as I'm sure your fearless leader Livia would be quick to point out if any of us lesser mortals dared do such a thing. To all of you that use this room properly, I hereby offer my apologies for this and even if THOSE people attempt to continue with this nonsense I will not dignify it with a response....
#175718 50 Sun Oct 23 00:35:52 1994 John @ Saltlick Of Desire, Seattle, USA/WA/KING
If I spouted off every time some Prozak halfbrain set another sophomoric identity crisis to rhyme, I guarantee you'd see a lot more of me in this room. But my poem was quite sincere, quite brief, and quite unwarrenting of your fucked up not-even-veiled-as-constructive-criticism attack on it. If you don't like it, don't read it, you self-obsessed pile of shit. Mega-mole, your unsolicited attack wasn't as caustic, but please do keep it up, because we are looking for ways to widen this war.
#175719 50 Sun Oct 23 01:02:35 1994 John @ Saltlick Of Desire, Seattle, USA/WA/KING
Perhaps I misunderstood, Megamol. JayDee was attacking, and I assumed you also wanted to join the fray. I forgot that criticism without content isn't necessarily a war drum's pounding. Please accept my sincere apology.
#177028 50 Sun Oct 23 13:21:07 1994 JayDee @ Loka, sea
good, eb you have more friends than !friends, too here...
#176969 50 Sun Oct 23 19:38:38 1994 Elisabeth Perrin @ Saltlick Of Desire, Seattle, USA/WA/KING
Buttslamming Babies Buttslamming babies Is oh so much fun - I love slipping it in 'Tween the cheeks of their bum. They scream, they cry, They whimper and whine As I thrust in and out Of each tiny behind. The splitting of skin. The trickle of blood. The heavenly smell Of feces like mud. I know they can't take it - I know it's a sin. But I can't help myself From thrusting all the way in. I love the slick feeling, My pace starts to quicken. I've murdered this new life But its legs are still kickin'. I use just one hand To pump the corpse up and down My knees start to get weak And I fall to the ground. Then the ecstasy takes me Like it only does when I'm buttslamming babies Again and again.
#176970 50 Sun Oct 23 23:57:56 1994 Lab Rat @ The Laboratory, sea
Elisabeth > Wow, thanks. and here I thought that poem had died out with Kaptain K Mart
#176971 50 Mon Oct 24 01:10:38 1994 John @ Saltlick Of Desire, Seattle, USA/WA/KING
Leave the normals alone, Elisabeth.
#176880 50 Mon Oct 24 05:03:09 1994 Ketamine @ Saltlick Of Desire, Seattle, USA/WA/KING
I haven't eaten today. I must be an artist. Winter's Death For though the day was misty and bright, And through the trees cold, dark shadows there came, A gentle benediction of light and warmth from the sun. The chill breeze sang a song of mourning, For the passing of a summer now done, And a song of death for the dread winter to come. As the day passed I noticed the chill. It crept inside my heart no matter how strong my will. I long for the sun to chase the dark and shadows away. But no matter the warmth, And no matter the care, It appears that they are there to stay. No matter what I wish they are there. Is it right? Is it wrong? Who can say? I always hear death's dark song. It has allure, it has appeal. Am I here, or am I not real? I wish for the sun's light. I want the sun's warmth. But how can it penetrate, the death that is my heart? I wish to reach, I want to hold. But how to reach, and how to hold, When my heart is so cold? Some think me strong. Some think me a fool. They are wrong to think me strong, I am weak, at the first touch I will shatter. A fool I may be but how can I see? My eyes are blind, My heart is closed. If I was to open, all you would see, is Death. That's me.
#177210 50 Mon Oct 24 14:27:55 1994 Torch Song @ Twilight Voice, City in the Clouds, US/WA/WHATCOM
Of all the... So, plagiarizing email is Ketamine's thing? That's the only way for that poem to have been posted under the handle of a person who DID NOT WRITE IT, short of some amazing and heretofore unknown psychic ability. (Not likely--if Ketamine were psychic, the _inescapable_ consequences that would ensue from such a completely moronic choice of behaviors would have been so obvious as to scare even a lower-than-dirt, human-only-by-virtue-of-genetics entity into rethinking the idea.) And could this thievery have been accomplished without any awareness on the part of the powers-that-be at Saltlick? Right now I am too infuriated to find all the hundreds--thousands--of words that would be required to even inadequately describe how disgusting, worthless, and low *ANYONE* is who would commit, condone, or cooperate with such a blatantly immoral activity. Time to step back and turn the anger cold will, no doubt, show that the appropriate response is more action than words...and time will provide the information needed to make sure that the proper miscreant(s) receive suitable rewards for his/her/their choice of activity. Sorry (but not very) to deprive the Citfolk of a truly awesome flame, but some things are just too heinous to warrant words alone, especially when the words will be so entertaining to some... Besides, I'd rather do such communicating personally...make it last a long, painful time before the end of the "discussion."
#175850 50 Mon Oct 24 15:50:01 1994 Prick
you're all twits now shut the fuck up or write some fucking poetry
#176604 50 Mon Oct 24 19:13:14 1994 Lab Rat @ The Laboratory, sea
Torch > Did you pass that one to someone in mail?
#176327 50 Mon Oct 24 20:54:21 1994 John @ Saltlick Of Desire, Seattle, USA/WA/KING
If I am the "powers-that-be" at Saltlick, I suppose I ought to say that yes, in fact, this "thievery" was "accomplished without any awareness of" me. If it was mail as you assert, then I guess I agree that posting it was in poor taste.
#176601 50 Mon Oct 24 22:07:08 1994 [No More Words] ZooKeeper [No More Promises...] @ The Zoo, Bellingham, USA/WA/WHATCOM
oh sis, amen to every word! you don't screw with family, and someone just bit the dust. filthy mouthful that it is. I've seen that, in the hand and heart and soul of the author. the *real* author. have we a psychic here? I doubt it. more likely a low-life mail peeker and unethical at that. but then, do ethics ever enter into mail-peeking? not likely... the words escape me at the moment, and I doubt words will suffice to express the contempt the disgust ignoring the fury (though driven far enough fury will suffice in itself) yesssss...... even that repugnance quite natural to such an act of soul-thievery the words are there, but the thievery of heart and soul has failed. miserably even. perhaps all that remains is the anger, rage, contempt and disgust at such an attempt to so rob and dishonor a fellow human though I doubt such a one could be honored to be called human.
#176602 50 Tue Oct 25 00:52:36 1994 [He is not a bear!] FuzzyWuzzy [He's a Sysop] @ Line NoiZe, Ferndale, U.S.A.
John I will get you for this, you screwed with the wrong person this time! This is personal to me!
#176603 50 Tue Oct 25 03:52:26 1994 MontyL @ Black Mountain, Kendall, US/WA/Whatcom
Of all the lowlife...
#176605 50 Tue Oct 25 05:54:37 1994 [Can you see] Torch Song [the inner light?] @ Twilight Voice, City in the Clouds, US/WA/WHATCOM
Not my work, not my mail MY FRIEND, DAMMIT! baaaaaaaad mistake....
#176328 50 Tue Oct 25 08:21:33 1994 Ketamine @ Saltlick Of Desire, Seattle, USA/WA/KING
But I don't. It was fun. I left Megamol mail telling her to claim credit for her poem. You seem so much more upset about it than her. What's your problem? I didn't claim it was mine, I just posted it. I told Megamol in mail to take credit for it. That sure isn't plagarism so what's your problem? And don't bring up my psychic abilities in public. I can't tell the future, that's ESP. But it's entirely possible for me to read minds, becaues I'm telepathic. Unlike you, you're telepathetic.
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