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Sunday, 29 May 2005

Free Form...
Mood:  hug me
Now Playing: Electric Six - Vibrator
Topic: Randomization?
"Hey!
Looks like an emergency, well thats okay with me cause i wanna trap you in this elevator. Looks like you're my baby now, so put away that thing cause my baby don't need no vibrator

-Chorus-
(I'm the) I'm the one you're looking for. (I'm sure) I'm sure you've heard it all before. (I care) But I don't care anymore. (I'm sorry) But I don't know what I'm sorry for.
She don't, she don't, she don't, need no vibrator;
She don't, she don't, she don't, need no vibrator;
She don't, she don't, she don't,
-/chorus-
need no electric entertainer, tuna investigator.

Hey!
Now the doors are opening, and I look like a jerk while you're grinning like an alligata, can't we just forget the whole thing, shake each others hands and say goodbye baby, see you later

-chorus-
need no artificial stimulator, non-organic excavator

-chorus-
need no electric entertainer, tuna investigator

Hey!
She don't, she don't, she don't
-trails off and repeats-"

Yep, great song. As is Rock and Roll Evacuation. But, seeing as that I've begun this, I'll actually give you content other than song lyrics. And, going with the title of the post, it will be a poem.

Not to go off topic, but I'll exit the current topic for a moment and give you your thought mid post. Breaks apart my day into yet another unexplainable fork in the mind, and overly entertains me. But, continuing my tangent, "I understand that angelfire is run by a bunch of insane HTML, javascript, and XML geniuses, but where in their board meetings of idea collaboration did 'hug me' become considered as a mood? The only kind of mood it could convey would be 'retarded'. And thats more of a mind set...or disease. (ie. "Hey, how are you feeling?" Jane said to Tommy and almost suddenly, she saw his eyes glaze over as if his brain had gone into a sudden meltdown in reaction to the question. His mouth slowly curved into a menacing smile, the kind of smile that only people with special needs could give you. "Hug me!" He said, almost lunging toward her in a mindless, zombielike state of being.)." Also, I would like you to note the literary prowess within those parenthesis. Dually note it.

Now, back to the topic. Here's a poem (free-form poem) that I wrote during the time that I was supposed to be working on my "Great Gatsby" Paper (I'm also supposed to be working on it now. heh.).

Brain Storm - by Josh Allison

The clouds have run dry...
These avenues of thought have been paved into a vast expanse of dust and tranquility...
In my awareness, I have yet to find ideas...
Overwhelmed by my realization of nothing, I stand, teetering, on the edge of sanity...
Unable to conjure the rain...
A lack of a storm...
A drought of the mind...

Posted by games4/joshstigames at 9:59 PM CDT
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Monday, 27 June 2005 - 2:44 PM CDT

Name: tyler
Home Page: http://RULES

that poem is cool

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