God, Guns and Guts (a comedy)

Post by **Nazz** » September 3rd, 2008, 10:42 am

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.

Post by **the mingo** » September 3rd, 2008, 11:08 am

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>

Post by **constantine** » September 3rd, 2008, 11:16 am

well said and timely. the last thing the system wants is freedom.

Post by **Barry** » September 3rd, 2008, 11:48 am

So what are you doing with your talent?

Peace,
Barry

Post by **Nazz** » September 3rd, 2008, 12:29 pm

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.

Post by **Barry** » September 5th, 2008, 12:30 am

This is what I'm doing.
http://www.studioeight.tv/phpbb/viewtopic.php?t=14576

And not just here...

Peace,
Barry

Post by **sweetwater** » September 8th, 2008, 1:39 pm

purposefully ironic as opposed to natural accident
in the dream of writing artificial intelligence algorithms

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