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[quote name='Stoner Shadow Wolf' date='30 June 2010 - 03:32 AM' timestamp='1277865167' post='197081'

 

Pass the peanuts Ford.

I'm assassinating him.

Do you know my name?

Do you know my name?

He that moves between shadows

and rests 'neath the falls...

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Do you know my name?

He that moves between shadows

and rests 'neath the falls...

 

 

and rests 'neath the falls

just beyond the ticket booth's

theatre of blood

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and rests 'neath the falls

just beyond the ticket booth's

theatre of blood

 

theatre of blood

it's a gushing performance

gone in a heart beat.

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theatre of blood

it's a gushing performance

gone in a heart beat.

 

 

gone in a heart beat

touch the accelerator

A sev'n transports you

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A sev'n transports you

Eight is difficult at times

thought and images

 

 

thought and images

flash through dancing meteors

hypnagogia

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thought and images

flash through dancing meteors

hypnagogia

 

hypnagogia

hallucinations prior sleep

moves on the water

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hypnagogia

hallucinations prior sleep

moves on the water

moves on the water

just a piece of tattered rope

some swear was a snake...

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moves on the water

just a piece of tattered rope

some swear was a snake...

 

some swear was a snake...

some swear was a f**king snake

some don't swear at all.

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some swear was a snake...

some swear was a f**king snake

some don't swear at all.

 

some don't swear at all

some laugh out loud at haiku

some fall off their seat

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some don't swear at all

some laugh out loud at haiku

some fall off their seat

 

some fall off their seats

ev'ry which way the balance

self-renewing remains

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some fall off their seats

every which way the balance

self-renewing remains

 

self-renewing remains

a shock in the autopsy

organs come to life!

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Organs come to Life!

The perpetual cycle!

Life experienced!

 

 

life experienced

at all levels integral

flow and balance way

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life experienced

at all levels integral

flow and balance way

flow and balance way

inverted teacup holds naught

the truth is simple...

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flow and balance way

inverted teacup holds naught

the truth is simple...

 

the truth is simple...

so simple I already

forget what it was.

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the truth is simple...

so simple I already

forget what it was.

 

 

Forgot what it was.

The meaning of life is lost.

We live to have sex?

 

 

 

 

 

 

A haiku about america.

Edited by Stoner Shadow Wolf

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Forgot what it was.

The meaning of life is lost.

We live to have sex?

 

 

 

We live to have sex?

Hours and hours of waiting,

Rare moments of joy.

 

 

 

A haiku about long term relationships :(

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We live to have sex?

Hours and hours of waiting,

Rare moments of joy.

 

 

 

A haiku about long term relationships :(

I think if the mentality is "we live to have sex" then such relationships are rare moments of joy.

But since we live in a world where most the people live for sex, a REAL relationship FULL of joy is even more rare than the rare moments of joy in a "normal" relationshit.

 

 

 

 

Rare moments of joy,

such bittersweet expressions,

we seem to have lost.

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I think if the mentality is "we live to have sex" then such relationships are rare moments of joy.

But since we live in a world where most the people live for sex, a REAL relationship FULL of joy is even more rare than the rare moments of joy in a "normal" relationshit.

 

 

 

 

Rare moments of joy,

such bittersweet expressions,

we seem to have lost.

 

 

we seem to have lost

it. it seeps away without

nourishing at all

 

a haiku about essence of energies reintegration needs

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we seem to have lost

it. it seeps away without

nourishing at all

 

a haiku about essence of energies reintegration needs

 

 

 

Damn that's a hard one to start off with :lol:

 

 

nourishing at All,

the collective whole of points,

Universal Life

 

 

 

A haiku about Chi.

Edited by Stoner Shadow Wolf

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nourishing at All,

the collective whole of points,

Universal Life

 

 

 

Universal life

A specific time and place

For me to die in.

 

 

 

A haiku about the fragility of existence.

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Universal life

A specific time and place

For me to die in.

 

 

 

A haiku about the fragility of existence.

 

 

I disagree.

 

A haiku about inevitability :lol:

 

If existence were fragile, i believe it wouldn't exist :lol:

 

 

I got nothing...

 

For me to die in.

in what, i dont know; confused.

Today? Tomorrow?

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I disagree.

 

A haiku about inevitability :lol:

 

If existence were fragile, i believe it wouldn't exist :lol:

 

 

I got nothing...

 

For me to die in.

in what, i dont know; confused.

Today? Tomorrow?

 

Today? Tomorrow?

It's so inevitable

There's no request stop.

 

 

A haiku about missing the bus.

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Today? Tomorrow?

It's so inevitable

There's no request stop.

 

 

A haiku about missing the bus.

 

There's no request stop

that can be made; place to die,

do we come to that?

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