Bantering with Octagons

[Guest]

At last a chance to miss
Spell my words are, magic
If bad use of letters make
Heroes of us

Let the game
Be
Gin

 

[Dillinger]

Just for one day... heroes.
Magic weirdos.

Ah bright wonderous wombats. How I love thee.

 

[glamorilla]

wombat if by land, two bats if by sea

deviltry
deviltry
deviltry

devil tries.

 

[Dillinger]

Devil in a designer dress
Needs her a designer hat
Virgin wool, baby - down wit dat virgin shit, yo!!!

 

[sigh]

a devil flirts in an evening dress while riding sheep,
only to find that sheep, all sheep, are evil

rub wool over your eyes to see what grasses are best
for nibbling
or rolling
or sailing across the pond

grass is good
mushrooms are better
giggling is a wonderment for all to hear

 

[cymbidia]

Flirty giggling while beach-wool-gathering on a sunny Sunday afternoon. Ah! This is why i live here! This why i've cried all the tears and pounded my fists into pillows and lolled my soul in the dregs of depression. This is the reward! Let the good times roll, baby.

 

[Jimi]

Orchid, a hothouse plant? Now she weathers well in Humboldt Current's cool breeze - gathering Merino fleece. New freedom found within, by resources long eschewed... the bonds are broken - the spirit soars like a wise white dove over the rip-tide's ebb & flow through the Gate.

 

[cymbidia]

Cradled within murmurs of loving kindness, she feels the ever-precious warmth of home as she looks out into the world. Buoyed by the tender regard of slipstream hearts, how can she fail? And so she soars freely on wings of riotously unfettered anticipation and reaches without fear for life in the sun...breathing, singing, laughing, dreaming.


Jimi...you are so good.

 

[cymbidia]

Posted by me 12/16/2001 on page 1 of this thread:

I like triangles. Their prickly sides always ripple with phosphoresent clouds just before they gracefully expire.

Dill? Why is talking to you often better than a flashback?


Nothing ever really changes. I kinda like that.

 

[Jimi]

Worth a BUMP!

Posted by me 12/16/2001 on page 1 of this thread:

I like triangles. Their prickly sides always ripple with phosphoresent clouds just before they gracefully expire.

Dill? Why is talking to you often better than a flashback?


Nothing ever really changes. I kinda like that.

Yes, I do too - Even if the proprietor of this thread is a FLAMER!

Cym, have ya seen his bald HEAD lately.... EEEK!

 

[Dillinger]

This one?

http://soiuser.hyperchat.com/dillinger/Dillytopofhead3-Fire.gif

Because I am the living embodiment of LSD25?

Murmuring phospherescent gates fear the recurring dream of sheep. Yes we are androids. But we prefer our electric to be ladyland style.

 

[cymbidia]

Sea-green phosphorescence delights fingertips trailing laughter through the wake. Schooling ladyfish follow.


Because I am the living embodiment of LSD25?
Yes, my darlin', oh yes indeed. That would be it.

 

[Black_Bird]

In the sea of endless iron drifts a lady of broken skulls and straining muscles and burning cold. The laughter stings like a thousand shifting gears, like the mindless humming of a quartz crystal deciding the fate of locks and bullets, children and ants.

 

[glamorilla]

covers me.
warmth.
propulsion on a tiny island floating in netherspace.
body armor drapes.
this is where i come from.
crystaline sharp.
trying to find the door that leads us out
but not too desperately
with your wings.

 

[Dillinger]

Sharp delights of warm laughing muscles
Propel flaming winged doors of Huxley's perceptions
Ah Aldus where did you put your Aleister?

I find myself, more and more of late, dreaming of triangle shaped mushrooms. Language is magic.

Magic is a language.

 

[ClaudiusMaximus]

Acres wide of grin muscles aching
Big enough to pick up satellite TV
900 channels of flickering colour
Wish there was some way to watch them all at once
Multilayered melting colour
This is the news buy this save the world petty drama
Dark chocolate dreams

 

[Dillinger]

Dreams of everlasting virgin wonderment melt like dark chocolate over the lightness of my soul.

 

[Simply Divine]

Light streams through the darkness
illuminating paths and roads
Vague memories take me back
Vortex of moments transform my soul

break forth young one.

 

[sigh]

a path along a wooded shore
high atop a bluff
leads nowhere, really

though if you turn about, you'll find
everything
and nothing
and a path that looks oddly
familiar
in a backwards
sort
of
way

clouds of mushrooms float in a sea of detachment
find your 'shroom and sit beneath it
lest the rain wrinkle your hairpiece
as dust bubbles to mud

 

[april-wine]

familiar
she's the girl
went away
fast and slow
sometimes it comes back in rushes
it's a smile still
though there are days it cuts like a knife

 

[aly*]

EST?
Eselan?
Primal scream?
neurolinguistic programming?

 

[Guest]

 

[sigh]

scream a flare of firestone's burning
as the abyss beckons
chew a piercing cry while a thought transpires
like a cauldron on the boil
or the sow as she grunts for her acorns

how can we?

you know, flight is a town in carolina
where an eagle fell

opposites together total flashing bridges

 

[Dillinger]

Rushing along a wooded dark-chocolate shore I come across a disturbed eagle laughing backwards. This seems not at all strange in an unusual way. However, the insane abysses soothes my soul in focused oblivion warmth.

 

[sigh]

a twist of the abyss is a knife
dull-edged
driven deep
serated

shivered pain rises in rivers of molten arrogance
a flame of burning stones
melted steel bubbling
the molding of a hollowed out breast
a vagina on the boil

images flash as the sun rises
a young sun
eons from super nova
a sun of yellow furnace where all is gas aflame
and the locals wear dark glasses against the glare