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Posted: 8/21/2004 7:41:57 PM EST
[Last Edit: 8/21/2004 7:43:59 PM EST by The_Macallan]

Are their carrots eating my brain or is my mind orange with the flavor of their waves that flood your minds and deflect to me in some sort of Jungian connection of us all? They're blind to me alone if my purse is kept under the silvered floorboards of my mind - away from their devilish intents. No - you all think this is a joke ha but you have no idea how they gnash their teeth in the shadows of the world you create to hide their hooks and strings, all the while carrying on under the rot of their tyranny. Yes, there it is I said it - and I now I know I'm not alone on this board as I lay on the floor of my shielded mind, only alone in being safe from their treacherous orange-flavored lies.

I curse you to stay away from me for you are all antennae and beacons and tiny glances that will surely betray me if I remain among you. You don't see the leaves gathering on the ground around you, orange and wet and red and golden, when only the silvered linings will protect your mind from the horror of the Duchilis that surely awaits you. Make your bed. The flavor and embers of your soul are all LIES I tell you - LIES! You are just the strings that vibrate to the rotted twig-like fingers that stretch across the veil and enter the world we call ours. Only if you drink the bitter sap that oozes from the Larches beyond the porch will you know the truth.

Link Posted: 8/21/2004 7:46:12 PM EST
Somebody got ahold of your password, eh?
Link Posted: 8/21/2004 7:46:56 PM EST
Link Posted: 8/21/2004 7:47:46 PM EST
spam email?
Link Posted: 8/21/2004 7:48:31 PM EST
Drugs are bad.....
Link Posted: 8/21/2004 7:49:45 PM EST
oooooooooooommmmmmmmmmmmmm mani padme om
Link Posted: 8/21/2004 7:50:13 PM EST
i'm with you, bro. all the way.
Link Posted: 8/21/2004 7:51:18 PM EST
I like carrots!

I like pie!

+1 and WTF

Link Posted: 8/21/2004 7:51:36 PM EST
[Last Edit: 8/21/2004 7:52:37 PM EST by Da_Bunny]
Peyote is some good shit, man...Hunter S. Thompson over for the weekend?
Link Posted: 8/21/2004 7:52:33 PM EST
Now where did I put that "don't drink and post" image?
Link Posted: 8/21/2004 7:54:28 PM EST
[Last Edit: 8/21/2004 7:55:20 PM EST by TIMMAH]


Please step away from the bong.

Link Posted: 8/21/2004 7:55:13 PM EST

Originally Posted By TIMMAH:

Please step away from the bong.



go to bed!
Link Posted: 8/21/2004 7:56:50 PM EST
[Last Edit: 8/21/2004 7:57:29 PM EST by TIMMAH]

Originally Posted By -Absolut-:

Originally Posted By TIMMAH:

Please step away from the bong.



go to bed!



shut it, post whore






Link Posted: 8/21/2004 7:57:31 PM EST
Naw... It's Private Joker struggling with the duality of man.
Link Posted: 8/21/2004 7:57:35 PM EST
i like it.
Link Posted: 8/21/2004 7:57:46 PM EST

Originally Posted By TIMMAH:

Originally Posted By -Absolut-:

Originally Posted By TIMMAH:

Please step away from the bong.



go to bed!





Yes Sir!

<­BR>


Link Posted: 8/21/2004 7:59:13 PM EST
[Last Edit: 8/21/2004 8:24:21 PM EST by 82ndAbn]
Link Posted: 8/21/2004 8:02:58 PM EST
Yes.

The Blonde one was flirting with the Lucid Cannon in the kingdom of the purple hangover while driving the magenta love blimp, while searching for the pink gorilla of truth. Lies were told, and in the end only the aluminum remnant was spared digestion in the belly of the Giant Slor.

I see your groove, Obi Wan Kenobong.

Word.

SG

Booze is a wonderful thing, no?
Link Posted: 8/21/2004 8:08:31 PM EST


Alright fine, let's just do it then. Gimme you're best fucking shot and better make it a good one 'cuz if you don't kill me you're only gonna wish you were killed in your crib motherfucker!



Link Posted: 8/21/2004 8:09:06 PM EST


Oh don't EVEN fucking start that shit with me mutherfucker!!!!

Link Posted: 8/21/2004 8:10:45 PM EST

FUCK YOU!!!




Link Posted: 8/21/2004 8:10:48 PM EST
You see, it's not the assholes that make the tin-foil, it's the assholes that wear it.

The banks are the ones that make it possible for the assbags to declare foul, and to twist the truth!. The old Oak says don't worry about the present, as it's going to be the past soon enough. The fiddler is a dork... he's really a computer geek who just couldn't let the truth lie.

Stop the carrots, those dark orange brethren of feces. I say let loose the red, and let the beets decide the future.

Yea..... Stop the carrots.
Link Posted: 8/21/2004 8:13:54 PM EST
You're obviously fired-up tonight!

What's your beef bro?
Link Posted: 8/21/2004 8:14:07 PM EST

Originally Posted By The_Macallan:
Are their carrots eating my brain or is my mind orange with the flavor of their waves that flood your minds and deflect to me in some sort of Jungian connection of us all? They're blind to me alone if my purse is kept under the silvered floorboards of my mind - away from their devilish intents. No - you all think this is a joke ha but you have no idea how they gnash their teeth in the shadows of the world you create to hide their hooks and strings, all the while carrying on under the rot of their tyranny. Yes, there it is I said it - and I now I know I'm not alone on this board as I lay on the floor of my shielded mind, only alone in being safe from their treacherous orange-flavored lies.

I curse you to stay away from me for you are all antennae and beacons and tiny glances that will surely betray me if I remain among you. You don't see the leaves gathering on the ground around you, orange and wet and red and golden, when only the silvered linings will protect your mind from the horror of the Duchilis that surely awaits you. Make your bed. The flavor and embers of your soul are all LIES I tell you - LIES! You are just the strings that vibrate to the rotted twig-like fingers that stretch across the veil and enter the world we call ours. Only if you drink the bitter sap that oozes from the Larches beyond the porch will you know the truth.




Ok, enough already. I'll cash your check.
Link Posted: 8/21/2004 8:14:45 PM EST

There is no escape from the hooks and strings that stretch from the birth of light. How can the light have been first when it was formed from the darkness? Therein lies the waves that turn our faces away from their lairs and their lies and instead force us to seek out mirrors and false reflections of a world we construct to hide the only exit from their prison.

Link Posted: 8/21/2004 8:17:11 PM EST

Preaching to the choir again? Whatever!



Originally Posted By The_Macallan:
There is no escape from the hooks and strings that stretch from the birth of light. How can the light have been first when it was formed from the darkness? Therein lies the waves that turn our faces away from their lairs and their lies and instead force us to seek out mirrors and false reflections of a world we construct to hide the only exit from their prison.


Link Posted: 8/21/2004 8:18:25 PM EST
While the mirrors show what we want, only the reflections describe what paths our actions will take.

You know the truth. It's up to you to figure out how to make the truth our future.

Or would you rather rat us out to the enemies of the fiddler.

Screw it... You're as ignorant as the leaves.
Link Posted: 8/21/2004 8:20:25 PM EST

Link Posted: 8/21/2004 8:23:02 PM EST

Originally Posted By The_Groovinator:
While the mirrors show what we want, only the reflections describe what paths our actions will take.

You know the truth. It's up to you to figure out how to make the truth our future.

Or would you rather rat us out to the enemies of the fiddler.

Screw it... You're as ignorant as the leaves.

Blasphemer!!!

The strings of Righteous Fiddler have no illumination for a blasphemer who mocks the power of the leaves!

Repent brother. Repent.
Link Posted: 8/21/2004 8:24:42 PM EST

Originally Posted By The_Macallan:
Are their carrots eating my brain or is my mind orange with the flavor of their waves that flood your minds and deflect to me in some sort of Jungian connection of us all? They're blind to me alone if my purse is kept under the silvered floorboards of my mind - away from their devilish intents. No - you all think this is a joke ha but you have no idea how they gnash their teeth in the shadows of the world you create to hide their hooks and strings, all the while carrying on under the rot of their tyranny. Yes, there it is I said it - and I now I know I'm not alone on this board as I lay on the floor of my shielded mind, only alone in being safe from their treacherous orange-flavored lies.

I curse you to stay away from me for you are all antennae and beacons and tiny glances that will surely betray me if I remain among you. You don't see the leaves gathering on the ground around you, orange and wet and red and golden, when only the silvered linings will protect your mind from the horror of the Duchilis that surely awaits you. Make your bed. The flavor and embers of your soul are all LIES I tell you - LIES! You are just the strings that vibrate to the rotted twig-like fingers that stretch across the veil and enter the world we call ours. Only if you drink the bitter sap that oozes from the Larches beyond the porch will you know the truth.




One should not drink and post as you will put your eye out.
Link Posted: 8/21/2004 8:25:43 PM EST
[Last Edit: 8/21/2004 8:28:09 PM EST by The_Groovinator]
The fiddler has stole my tongue.... and my ability to post pics...

The leaves know.. and the leaves tell..

Maybe it's you who the leave regret telling?
Link Posted: 8/21/2004 8:26:49 PM EST
That reminds me....time to clean out the Chat room Hookah again.


SGatr15
Link Posted: 8/21/2004 8:28:47 PM EST
[Last Edit: 8/21/2004 8:29:25 PM EST by The_Macallan]

I think we're built with a seven-year lifespan.


How different are you now than you were seven years ago?


How many lives have you lived so far?



Link Posted: 8/21/2004 8:29:11 PM EST
"There was something wet and gloomy in the green of my desk(as brown darkness flared in the window where my mudblack apple tree branches reached in to touch my sleep), something hopeless, gray, dreary, nineteen-thirty-ish, lostish, broken not in the wind a cry but a big dull blurt hanging dumbly in a gray brown mass of semi-late-afternoon cloudy darkness and pebble grit Void of sweaty sticky clothes and dawg despair---something that can't possibly come back again in America and history, the gloom of the unaccomplished mud-heap civilization when it gets caught with---City Hall golf politicians and clerks who also played golf complained that the river had drowned all the fairways and tees, these knickers types were disgruntled by natural phenomena. By Friday the crest had been passed through town and the river starts going down. 'But the damage has been done'."-
Link Posted: 8/21/2004 8:29:53 PM EST
Ok, who put LSD in Mac's scotch?

Remember the Alamo, and God Bless Texas...
Link Posted: 8/21/2004 8:32:21 PM EST
Be quiet. He's about to lauch into Song of the South.
Link Posted: 8/21/2004 8:32:31 PM EST
[Last Edit: 8/21/2004 8:33:07 PM EST by The_Macallan]

Originally Posted By sgtar15:
That reminds me....time to clean out the Chat room Hookah again.


SGatr15

You're not even IN chat right now so whatchoo talkin bout Willis?????????




Link Posted: 8/21/2004 8:33:18 PM EST

Originally Posted By The_Macallan:
FUCK YOU!!!

members.cox.net/themacallan/THEDES.jpg





He's lost it... posting Dungeons and Dragons pictures and talking like a poetry professor.

We need men in white coats ASAP.

- BUCC_Guy
Link Posted: 8/21/2004 8:33:26 PM EST

Originally Posted By GodBlessTexas:
Ok, who put LSD in Mac's scotch?

Remember the Alamo, and God Bless Texas...



This isn't about LSD, nor is it about how much Scotch Mac sucks down.

This is about the Fiddler, the leaves, and the strings the fiddler strums.

Let us remember only those things that matter. Let us remember who spoke the truth.
Link Posted: 8/21/2004 8:33:48 PM EST

Originally Posted By The_Macallan:

Originally Posted By sgtar15:
That reminds me....time to clean out the Chat room Hookah again.


SGatr15

You're not even IN chat right now so whatchoo talkin bout Willis?????????

members.cox.net/the-macallan/MacsPics3/_FAL_Elmo1.JPG






Don't fuck with me or I'll vote liberarian!


Got it bucko??


Sgatr15
Link Posted: 8/21/2004 8:35:14 PM EST

Originally Posted By sgtar15:

Originally Posted By The_Macallan:

Originally Posted By sgtar15:
That reminds me....time to clean out the Chat room Hookah again.


SGatr15

You're not even IN chat right now so whatchoo talkin bout Willis?????????

members.cox.net/the-macallan/MacsPics3/_FAL_Elmo1.JPG






Don't fuck with me or I'll vote liberarian!


Got it bucko??


Sgatr15



Did you mean librarian?
Link Posted: 8/21/2004 8:37:52 PM EST
Soooo your finger prints look like deep mountain valleys and the wall is melting tell me more tell me more.
Link Posted: 8/21/2004 8:38:05 PM EST

Originally Posted By The_Groovinator:

Originally Posted By GodBlessTexas:
Ok, who put LSD in Mac's scotch?

Remember the Alamo, and God Bless Texas...



This isn't about LSD, nor is it about how much Scotch Mac sucks down.

This is about the Fiddler, the leaves, and the strings the fiddler strums.

Let us remember only those things that matter. Let us remember who spoke the truth.

Hmmm.... you're not who you say you are.

You're a front. I see things that no one else can. And I see you're not really The_Groovinator but someone else.

And though you speak of the truth, your mask dries the dew that feeds the truth that seeps from the wet hickory leaves.

Hmmmm.....
Link Posted: 8/21/2004 8:42:44 PM EST
Hickory leaves, only fall from the Hickory tree.

One day the truth will seek out us all.

One day... we will once again seek out the fiddler.

One day we must decide, between what we believe, and what we know.

One day the strings will become our thoughts.

One day we will die.

You have a good night Mac.
Link Posted: 8/21/2004 8:48:16 PM EST
[Last Edit: 8/21/2004 8:49:24 PM EST by The_Macallan]

No I'm sorry - there is NO haircut or salami that is soaking in the fermented spoils of any mashed grain tonight. If you were inside a black cat just a few minutes ago, you'd know why I say this.



Link Posted: 8/21/2004 8:51:43 PM EST
Link Posted: 8/21/2004 8:51:44 PM EST

Originally Posted By BUCC_Guy:

Originally Posted By The_Macallan:
FUCK YOU!!!

members.cox.net/themacallan/THEDES.jpg





He's lost it... posting Dungeons and Dragons pictures and talking like a poetry professor.

We need men in white coats ASAP.

- BUCC_Guy



HEY NOW!

Don't be hatin' the professors!
Link Posted: 8/21/2004 8:51:58 PM EST
No black cat.

Just the realization of hope destroyed.
Link Posted: 8/21/2004 8:54:27 PM EST





Link Posted: 8/21/2004 8:56:19 PM EST

Originally Posted By 82ndAbn:
I hope I didn't violate your confidence.

No not at all.

It's all good.
Link Posted: 8/21/2004 8:57:59 PM EST

Originally Posted By The_Macallan:
I think we're built with a seven-year lifespan.


How different are you now than you were seven years ago?


How many lives have you lived so far?




I'm on my fifth.

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