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day glare
Posted: September 2nd, 2005, 1:15 am
by seven
emotional sock puppet
and assortment of frailty
guilty by association
a mind on vacation
Posted: September 2nd, 2005, 2:08 am
by stilltrucking
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
Posted: September 13th, 2005, 3:33 pm
by seven
i dunno
Posted: September 13th, 2005, 7:06 pm
by stilltrucking
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
Posted: September 13th, 2005, 7:49 pm
by seven
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!
Posted: September 13th, 2005, 8:12 pm
by stilltrucking
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
Posted: September 13th, 2005, 8:18 pm
by seven
i hear the polarized capsules calling
sounds of waves of peace and
standing trees viewing life
over water.
so much better than unDER
Posted: September 13th, 2005, 9:02 pm
by stilltrucking
we all live in a yellow submarine
#
Posted: September 13th, 2005, 9:32 pm
by seven
this white boy lives in a lime green submarine
somewhere lost, beneath the scene O_____0
Posted: September 13th, 2005, 10:53 pm
by stilltrucking
The problem is I am just not hip enough.
Posted: September 14th, 2005, 1:12 am
by seven
and i am only a robot
pass the oil can charley..
baptism in canola oil?
nope, maple syrup!
Posted: September 14th, 2005, 8:04 am
by stilltrucking
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.
Posted: September 14th, 2005, 1:06 pm
by seven
*inserts emotion chip into neck console*
Ahhhhhhh.. That's much better now.
Posted: September 15th, 2005, 12:29 am
by stilltrucking
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.
Posted: September 15th, 2005, 12:37 am
by seven
hmmmm.. that link was slightly entertaining though.
cookie cutter assimilation techniques