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| Oct 13th, 2003 04:02 PM | |
| Rongi |
I made up this band name once called Rock Monkey Jesus. I even wrote a story about how they invented Reggae Metal 
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| Oct 13th, 2003 03:07 PM | |
| Ninjavenom |
Good to see i'm not crazy. :O I like writing that stuff down, it's something creative i can do that i don't really have to stress over, it's just something that kinda happens. Some stuff i wouldn't mind using as quotes, either. The lips of god one is already in my gay AIM thingy. Yay for faux-symbolism. o .o |
| Oct 13th, 2003 01:18 PM | |
| Protoclown |
I do the same thing, Ninjavenom. I write down a lot of phrases, or band names that pop into my head, and I keep them all in a notebook. Some of them make it into my poetry (I've not written any poetry in over a year though) and others will be used in a couple stories I have planned. If nothing else, they sound cool and they're good for sparking creative ideas. I like "It's like pools of fucking stardust". |
| Oct 13th, 2003 12:59 PM | |
| sspadowsky |
Sounds like someone's been listening to old Carcass.  Good man.I like "Thank God for apples" the best. |
| Oct 13th, 2003 06:22 AM | |
| FS | I often collect weird little sentences and nonsensical rhymes that I come up with, and they tend to pop up in my sig. Sometimes I just want to save them for use later on in a story or something. |
| Oct 13th, 2003 01:53 AM | |
| Professor Cool |
That shit is ten times then then the lyrics to any thing i wrote. I like "I'd like to claim i'm not a bucket psychopath" the best |
| Oct 13th, 2003 12:24 AM | |
| Ninjavenom |
O .o I've just been writing phrases down recently, in what i guess you'd call "poetry", only what i write never means anything. I just write down the phrases that pop into my head. It's kinda weird, and some of them are senseless, with impossible adjectives o .o They're all separated by an empty line, the same as how i wrote them. Just as bastards craft their jewelry Shrieking vomit like a fountain Conditionless Power Overwhelming It's like pools of fucking stardust Cursed apocalypse of napalm May i browse your shelves tonight? Perhaps but a twitter For fear of grinding darkness With shredded omnipotence Influence... waning It's pointless to continue Thank god for apples Bone grinding agony of flesh Back down, mighty Golem! Feast no more tonight Lest ye crave sculptured vanity. Sloth I'd like to claim i'm not a bucket psychopath But who knows? It's like spawning children Only ferociously powerful ...And when you touch the lips of God... Do you bleed? It's kind of like slitting the throat of a gutterslut Engaging carnal cruelty Maximize the crustcore Karate Whore Defilition of the autophage Empiric tyranny grasping wildly Hope only clings for so long The key grip of the new millenium Quite like the banter of Harpies Where lymphatic suffocation occurs Once consent has passed Eliteness forcing dept control on one's ego Sliced through like a knife fucking butter Putrescent perversions pervading the pacifists Of a sheltered ego Salmonella Fish See? Poetry sucks unless you're the one who wrote it.
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