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Every time I read one of your threads it just sounds like drunk ramblings.
 
StonedLemur said:
Not yet but I will look into it.
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I'm not being a dick and swear to anyone who hears you can get ten plays for a buck, and you might laugh at my typing but I haven't been swinging from the rafters tonight (it is boiling over into another night).

Any guy here, please please please take one fucking weekend, go to a dime bookstore read you could throw a rock and hit Euripides in a bookstore, why is that. I read shit that I read before college it was pretty fucking awsome in some instances but a good percentage was just like a hot poker to read what you should fucking anyway, a degree to show you are willing to read a good book and talk about it.

This isn't a story I tell a lot, even through the years and fogs I haven't told it here. I still pretty young, I didn't all the time but I had an old biker jacket that was someone elses that I'd wear sometime when it fit, just you wore your jacket, I didn't buy this jacket this jacket is something I won't talk about. It's hanging one my door knob, I could kick it, it's gnarly and old and memories. I found somehow in my travails, a set of brass knuckles, and ...I've been in some fights, I can't imagine someone using brass knuckles. I don't remember where they came from they were just always in the pocket, and when we were reaching for beer money I just keep pulling out brass knucle like car keys, hahahahaha,

so that's not funny in itselt or it is, but over time it became a thing. I ended up, I'm not joking 22 25 sets of brass knuckles people would find at parties thinking no one has brass knuckles, I got fucked up and they took my brass knuckles. I went to a party one afternoon everyone was fucked up sidedway, it's probably recorded here somewhere, We go into this trailer someone owes someone dope or money, but I brought frozen pizza, like four. That's a pretty solid contributions booze and beer all around, there was this guy with purple acoustic guitar and a couple nice looking wrung out girls and a little tv, I set down the pizzas people talk, I get shuffled over by this girl on the couch (I only remember because it was the jacket, jacket stories, I did

I think there's a huge differential that can never be met between a guy in the old days or slightly after the old bombers who can pull off or even attempt a leather jacket, but the Ramones and some punks, even real bikers, you can tell in the pictures, most are a jacket with a guy underneath, but there's one in a bunch the jacket could be on a tree, hood of a car, that guy is the guy and jacket don't mean shit. You wear the jacket to look like that guy.
In the day, I didn't give a fuck and in honor, It's what you grabbed on the way out. so much shit, not as a tough guy, but man I had this fucking jacket and after enough it's just a jacket, I was at a girl's house once and I had the jacket and we were talking, she reminde me of ...(I'll find her) but she came out of this room and she had a snapshot polaroid (how do you spell polaroid), of me in the jacket. It's assholey, but unless you're a 16 Candles f agboy bestie, if you have any nuts in your eyes at all you should have a leather jacket, and be sitting talking to someone with reading glasses. I look like Sonny Barger on steroids being filmed for a movie out of time, like angry pose. hahah, so rich, but capured in time enuogh that a girl took a picture and showed it to almost the same. \\

I've been here a long time. When I came here it was a game. I thought I'd die at 23 , then 27, Morrison all the big ones and then when I was still alive and all my friends were dead, it was never a conscious but what if I'm an old man in a chair...

Fallling way back to the jacket story, sitting under a grove of willow trees and a creek an arms-legnty away watching Macbeth in the best atmosphere in the world , what you picture it was just a slice, I've been in some great places and seen some great plays.
Anyway yeah, me and my girl, I didn't drag her along, it was a drive. I think I love Shakespeare and my daughter loved me because I'm the guy, it's how it works. So there's an intermission and this old woman impeccably dresses stunningly pretty old woman.
She says, I owe you an apology. I didn't know why you were there and you kept fixing thng and bringing the movies. I judged you (the words were different, ... but she apologized to me in front of my daughter at a Shakespeare play, you can pose and pose. Whatever I did in an old moment led to that look in the eye. And old woman apologizing to a lumber worker who shouldn't like a throwback with a loving daughter on his arm.

I've never thought shit of me, but if you just give a little bit of a shit and are genuine ala morte, you can just sense good people, I mean outward, I know how worthles and nothing I am, you can't hurt me. ...but I have magic. I've changed days. you're reading my shit.

Don't read Medea. I was a young guy, I read the play in jr high on my own, and as a Married, maybe the happiest I;ve ever beeb readubg Henry Miller, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle ... dreams and nightmares


I'm pretty sure no one has read all this shit...I don't belong in these threds. Dont hate the mods

I've read Beckeett alles, I mean everything.

i've seen all the dark shir. I was asked what's the worst thing you've ever

All your dark , all these dark movies and books. And I don't know everthing, but in my travails

the Janus production of Euripides Medea is the most disturbing thing I'ver ever seen.. It fucked me up. ihvwn'r douns ir. of all the things i've ever seen the Janus prduction of Euripide's "Medea'

It was Christmas and two families and I'm in with it but just just ack wired a copy of Black Spr8ng
 
StonedLemur said:
The interweaving of words and concepts between the fingers of the ant, put those ideas into necessary angles.
I heard about the old OT and it sounds a lot like LiveLeak used to be.

We will never get those times back, but at least we can remember them through the light socket.
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Brother, the evening is getting on, what you just said in one line I've spent months trying to find what you just said.

hahaha, I actually kinda don't want to post this everyone know my heroes, I'm pretty laid to bare.
 
ChimRichalds said:
Well we can definitely tell who the artist here is lol. I've tried to understand the man, but he won't give even a nugget of real talk.

Different strokes for different folks I suppose.
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I wrote poetry pretty frequently. In your typical schoolboy rhyme schemes to spoken preformance about the humorous, the sappy love shit, & the outlets for some real dark thoughts.

Trust me, none of it gives any insight into the ramblings
 
Mohawk Banditó said:
I wrote poetry pretty frequently. In your typical schoolboy rhyme schemes to spoken preformance about the humorous, the sappy love shit, & the outlets for some real dark thoughts.

Trust me, none of it gives any insight into the ramblings
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could to explain more?
 
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Sasha said:
Come and say hello next time ! No sphincter talk, promised.

I actually read the whole thread (and a bunch of the other ones, when they pop), and what is happening is quite clear to me.
DMF is obviously not doing well at all, and he's definitely not trolling. It may have been slightly amusing if it was a one-time drunk performance, but it's not.
I don't want to be harsh, but it looks like those threads are only tolerated because of some kind of compassion, or pity, but is it the appropriate thing to do, just looking away ?
Not expecting him to be able to follow the most basic forum rules is like saying he's just a lost cause, which I find kinda cynical.

I know for a fact you can't help anyone against his will,but those threads are concerning to say the least.

It's also frustrating, because the gibberish he uses prevents any discussion from happening, while I'm sure a lot of people would be eager to at least try to listen and talk a bit.

But we can't even have that, it's just a big mess.
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I really hate to truncate the depth of your concern or put your concern into a candle flick, but I got two good one anq one of my own
 
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Drunken Meat Fist said:
could to explain more?
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Attempted olive branch here but I love Waits. I love studying poetry and philosophy. And it sounds like you've been through a lot of interesting shit and have a unique perspective on things. But you talk like everything's a coded message that everyone's just too square to get or something. Also it's always in the wrong place. Otherwise, I'd think the conversation would be fascinating.

We all have friends, and we do shit with our friends. And we might even have different friend groups based on the shit we like to do together.

I like to talk to people about MMA here. If you want to talk MMA with me here, I'd love to be your friend. If you wanna talk other shit, we can hit our profiles. I had a good long chat with @StonedLemur a while back about criminal rehabilitation and counseling/MH services. It's probably 101 to you, but what's your thoughts on the man most schoolers are introduced to more formal, non-childhood poetry through, Poe?
 
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StonedLemur said:
Ride the snake, to the lake...the ancient lake ba-bay.
The snake he's long... seven miles...ride the snake he's old, and his skin is cold. ~Jim Morrison
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She's got sword in case, though this is not her Lord in case
The one who can't afford to face her image is restored to grace
Disappeared, no trace, musky tears, suitcase
The downturn brave little burncub bear careless turnip snare rampages pitch color pages
Down and out, but not in Vegas
Disembarks and disengages, no loft
Sweet pink canary cages plummet pop dewskin fortitude for the sniffing black noses that snort and allude
To the dangling trinkets that mimic the dirt, cough go, drink it's— It's for you!
Blue battered naval town slip kisses, delivered by duck muscles and bottlenosed grifters
Arrive in time to catch the late show
It's a beehive barrel race, a shehive stare and chase
Wasted feature who tried and failed to reach her
Embossed beneath a box, in the closet that's lost
The kind that you find when you mind your own business
Shiv sister to the quickness, before it blisters into the newmorning milk blanket
Your ilk is funny to the turnstile touch bunny
Whose bouquet set a course for bloom without decay
Get your broom and sweep echoes of yesternight's fallen freckles away!
 
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