i do not like to take drugs unless absolutely necessary. and by that i meant i have taken antibiotics twice in my life, once when i was young and woke up with a purple and mottled red spider bite swollen to the size of a dinner plate on my leg, and the other was a month or so ago when i had bronchitis.
i am pulling an all nighter, hoping that i will just be so tired by around 8-10pm that i will pass out. i'll probably hit the gym and do some light exercise today
I'll get you next time Bee Girl!
If it's the last thing I do.
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edited December 2007
They do not possess the true fire. They speak of creation and they boast of their potential but they do not create anything beyond the mundane. Their imagination is poor, obsessed with the small details. A true Dreamer, I say, creates a grand scheme and then concentrates on the details. Starting with the details is for the ants of the imagination - the small insects who aspire only to be fed.
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The sphere wrinkles in your hands, the skin of the sphere peeling away into tears and turning into a rain of bronze that encircles you. Each droplet, each fragment that enters you, you feel a new memory stirring, a lost love, a forgotten pain, an ache of loss - and with it, comes the great pressure of regret, regret of careless actions, the regret of suffering, regret of war, regret of death, and you feel your mind begin buckling from the pressure - so MUCH, all at once, so much damage done to others... so much so an entire FORTRESS may be built from such pain. And suddenly, through the torrent of regrets, you feel the first incarnation again. His hand, invisible and weightless, is upon your shoulder, steadying you. He doesn't speak, but with his touch, you suddenly remember your name. ...and it is such a simple thing, not at all what you thought it might be, and you feel yourself suddenly comforted. In knowing your name, your true name, you know that you have gained back perhaps the most important part of yourself. In knowing your name, you know yourself, and you know, now, there is very little you cannot do
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edited December 2007
Nordom: (sharing his story with Yves) In the 13.7 Revolution, we were required to fix gear and cog subset 31 in the fifth ring of Mechanus. We removed the obstruction and the gear turned as per its normal speed. Upon completing our task, we were then returned to the Source.
Morte: What in the Hells was that, you stupid polygon?! That's the most boring story I ever heard!
Nordom: It was what took place. With embellishments, of course.
Morte: Embellishments?
Nordom: I thought the return to Source was a particularly fitting image to close the tale.
Oh hey are you talking about Planescape Torment!?
That game was so much fun!
Why don't you keep posting more nonsense because it's so much fun!
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When a mind does not know itself, it is flawed. When a mind is flawed, the man is flawed. When a man is flawed, that which he touches is flawed. It is said that what a flawed man sees, his hands make broken.
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Always making noise in the middle of the night.
i am the queen of bells.... and battledowns.
i am pulling an all nighter, hoping that i will just be so tired by around 8-10pm that i will pass out. i'll probably hit the gym and do some light exercise today
That always knocks me out when I can't sleep.
Can bees masturbate?
That's not really a good thing.
You would rather watch other people?
It takes all sorts I suppose.
Okay, if convenience is your aim, then yeah, I suppose.
Especially when you add in cuddling.
If you do the sex right, there's not always a need for cuddling after.
I don't know about you, but whenever I get done doing the dirty deed I'm tired as all fuck from all the yelling and screaming and cussing I do.
Cuddling? What are you gay?
Sex never put me to sleep. The occasional sandwich I would make myself afterwards can help though.
Steam
It's not like I get all sleepy afterwards.
Usually I'm already kind of sleepy, and then you're relaxed and then snxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.
I anyone wants to join me, too fucking bad.
we are all already there. all of us
No!
Wait!
oh, godammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit
Hard to get.
I like that.
Only honey!
Carry on then.
If it's the last thing I do.
Morte: What in the Hells was that, you stupid polygon?! That's the most boring story I ever heard!
Nordom: It was what took place. With embellishments, of course.
Morte: Embellishments?
Nordom: I thought the return to Source was a particularly fitting image to close the tale.
and when I do, they are fairly mundane
for example; last night I dreamed about sleeping, and in that dream i was dreaming about sleeping and dreaming etc
*runs laughing into the sunset with my friends* *JUMP!* *Pose all happy smiles*
That game was so much fun!
Why don't you keep posting more nonsense because it's so much fun!