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God, Guns and Guts (a comedy)
Posted: September 3rd, 2008, 10:42 am
by Nazz
Freedom huffs in a cage,
residue of a random murder.
Send us your young, your money.
Sing hymns to the unborn killers.
We are all God's children.
Posted: September 3rd, 2008, 11:08 am
by the mingo
ah, the sound of gunshots in the night! Battle Booms & Banners! Peanut Butters & toad bread! War-zoned & skin-toned! It's not so much what God has to sort out but what He's had to do to keep us in the zoo, to keep us leathered & laced & fit to race! Love the Nevada Dada! Untold humilities! I never bet on the wheel but what if its real?
A toast to you & to your bones, I'm roasting out here, I gotta get home>
Posted: September 3rd, 2008, 11:16 am
by constantine
well said and timely. the last thing the system wants is freedom.
Posted: September 3rd, 2008, 11:48 am
by Barry
So what are you doing with your talent?
Peace,
Barry
Posted: September 3rd, 2008, 12:29 pm
by Nazz
Or.. what am I not doing with my talent(s)?
Freedom is a blood red river at sunset,
a big white puffycloud like Heaven.
Nevada dada, angular motion of rock.
leather and lace, the face of it.
Thank you for the inspiration,
the mingo, dino, and barry.
music to my eyes.
Posted: September 5th, 2008, 12:30 am
by Barry
This is what I'm doing.
http://www.studioeight.tv/phpbb/viewtopic.php?t=14576
And not just here...
Peace,
Barry
Posted: September 8th, 2008, 1:39 pm
by sweetwater
purposefully ironic as opposed to natural accident
in the dream of writing artificial intelligence algorithms