I do still exist.
Saw Porkpie and The Green1 on my US adventures.
They're cool.
How's it hangin'? Somebody give me a synopsis of what I've missed.
Ha!
I AM handing out prizes for the best piece of short non-fiction.
Full Version: boo!
I do still exist.
Saw Porkpie and The Green1 on my US adventures.
They're cool.
How's it hangin'? Somebody give me a synopsis of what I've missed.
Ha!
I AM handing out prizes for the best piece of short non-fiction.
Ruins true refuge long last towards which so many false time out of mind. All sides endlessness earth sky as one no sound no stir. Grey face two pale blue little body heart beating only up right. Blacked out fallen open four walls over backwards true refuge issueless.
Scattered ruins same grey as the sand ash grey true refuge. Four square all light sheer white blank planes all gone from mind. Never was but grey air timeless no sound figment the passing light. No sound no stir ash grey sky mirrored earth mirrored sky. Never but this changelessness dream the passing hour.
He will curse God again as in the blessed days face to the open sky the passing deluge. Little body grey face features slit and little holes two pale blue. Blank mind.
Figment light never was but grey air timeless no sound. Blank planes touch close sheer white all gone from mind. Little body ash grey locked rigid heart beating face to endlessness. On him will rain again as in the blessed days of blue the passing cloud. Four square true refuge long last four walls over backwards no sound.
Grey sky no cloud no sound no stir earth ash grey sand. Little body same grey as the earth sky ruins only upright. Ash grey all sides earth sky as one all sides endlessness.
From: Lessness
A Story by SAMUEL BECKETT
Scattered ruins same grey as the sand ash grey true refuge. Four square all light sheer white blank planes all gone from mind. Never was but grey air timeless no sound figment the passing light. No sound no stir ash grey sky mirrored earth mirrored sky. Never but this changelessness dream the passing hour.
He will curse God again as in the blessed days face to the open sky the passing deluge. Little body grey face features slit and little holes two pale blue. Blank mind.
Figment light never was but grey air timeless no sound. Blank planes touch close sheer white all gone from mind. Little body ash grey locked rigid heart beating face to endlessness. On him will rain again as in the blessed days of blue the passing cloud. Four square true refuge long last four walls over backwards no sound.
Grey sky no cloud no sound no stir earth ash grey sand. Little body same grey as the earth sky ruins only upright. Ash grey all sides earth sky as one all sides endlessness.
From: Lessness
A Story by SAMUEL BECKETT
sup lammy?
saw your old man roun here yesterday..
saw your old man roun here yesterday..
sheepses welcome here!
menage a baaaaa
Menage a Quoi?
They don't die, they multiply!
It's the number of the (bovine) Beast.
LammFest!
Lambie!
It was great seeing Lammie.
I've only seen Lamby from the pics in CG's ...
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nevermind.
Um, sorry.
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nevermind.
Um, sorry.
I would very much like the record to show that those multiplying sheep are NOT a veiled reference to us multiplying. I have gained some weight, it is true. But not THAT much weight.
Does this avatar make me look fat?
Does this avatar make me look fat?
... I'm sorry. I just found that funny for some (drunken) reason.You know, the avatar suits you and I think it's cool to stick with the character that brought you here... and that's why the puppets died.
You see BaaBaaDoc is my Syr.NY. connection on Geddes St. and I HAVE NOT forgotten that... (even if the Absinthe took all my other memories away!)
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