day glare

Post by **seven** » September 2nd, 2005, 1:15 am

emotional sock puppet
and assortment of frailty
guilty by association
a mind on vacation

Post by **stilltrucking** » September 2nd, 2005, 2:08 am

where do the children play?
do you know anymore?
I don't evenknow why I care.
Me I am going to grow old any day now.
glib globs

Post by **seven** » September 13th, 2005, 3:33 pm

i dunno

Post by **stilltrucking** » September 13th, 2005, 7:06 pm

You talking to me?

Do little boys still play war?
Cowboys and Indians?
Cops and robbers?
Bang Bang and you fall down
Pretend to be dead
But nobody got maggots
No rats came to eat our joy filled bodies.
Here we go around the mulberry bush
Our pockets full of posies

Everybody talking
war, famine, pestilence death
everybody still fucking
welcome to earth little ones

Post by **seven** » September 13th, 2005, 7:49 pm

it's hammer time
yeah, grief is a friend of mine
stab life in the heart
stab the day with tiny swords

fish do not regroup!

Post by **stilltrucking** » September 13th, 2005, 8:12 pm

hammer down
been a summer of love for me
grief just an ice pack on my heart
finally found my love life again
I love my life
old man in his second childhood
Day glare is painful
stabs the eyes
get you some polorized

you gotta' keep that diesel truckin'
just put that hammer down and give it hell

Post by **seven** » September 13th, 2005, 8:18 pm

i hear the polarized capsules calling
sounds of waves of peace and
standing trees viewing life
over water.

so much better than unDER

Post by **stilltrucking** » September 13th, 2005, 9:02 pm

we all live in a yellow submarine

Post by **seven** » September 13th, 2005, 9:32 pm

this white boy lives in a lime green submarine
somewhere lost, beneath the scene O_____0

Post by **stilltrucking** » September 13th, 2005, 10:53 pm

The problem is I am just not hip enough.

Post by **seven** » September 14th, 2005, 1:12 am

and i am only a robot

pass the oil can charley..
baptism in canola oil?
nope, maple syrup!

Post by **stilltrucking** » September 14th, 2005, 8:04 am

and i am only a robot

no shi*t sherlock

it's hammer time
yeah, grief is a friend of mine
stab life in the heart
stab the day with tiny swords

fish do not regroup!

I would not worry too much
one day computers will figure out what it feels like to be human.

Post by **seven** » September 14th, 2005, 1:06 pm

*inserts emotion chip into neck console*

Ahhhhhhh.. That's much better now.

Post by **stilltrucking** » September 15th, 2005, 12:29 am

Dear Deep Thought

stab life in the heart
stab the day with tiny swords

I think you inserted the wrong chip.
check your language communication and jam chip.

Deep Thought said:

I speak of none but the computer that is to come after me, A computer whose merest operational parameters I am not worthy to calculate. And yet I will design it for you. A computer that can calculate the Question to the Ultimate Answer, a computer of such infinite and subtle complexity that organic life itself shall form part of its operational matrix.
And you yourselves shall take on new forms and go down into the computer to navigate its ten million year program! Yes! I shall design this computer for you. And I shall name it also unto you. And it shall be called, the Earth.

http://www.edict.com.hk/vlc/listening/d ... hought.htm

I must just be a prototype model myself. I got personality defects.
I am wired wrong. I must have faulty grief circuits.

Post by **seven** » September 15th, 2005, 12:37 am

hmmmm.. that link was slightly entertaining though.

cookie cutter assimilation techniques

Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

day glare

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