pure_energy
2005-10-05_21:18
ако на някого му се paste-ва нещо любимо, нещо свое.... на мен това ми е в главата сега, незнам защо се сетих за него =]]] [b:1km26hdd]splash[/b:1km26hdd] the illusion is that you are simply reading this poem. the reality is that this is more than a poem. this is a beggar's knife. this is a tulip. this is a soldier marching through Madrid. this is you on your death bed. this is Li Po laughing underground. this is not a god-damned poem. this is a horse asleep. a butterfly in your brain. this is the devil's circus. you are not reading this on a page. the page is reading you. feel it? it's like a cobra. it's a hungry eagle circling the room. this is not a poem. poems are dull, they make you sleep. these words force you to a new madness. you have been blessed, you have been pushed into a blinding area of light. the elephant dreams with you now. the curve of space bends and laughs. you can die now. you can die now as people were meant to die: great, victorious, hearing the music, being the music, roaring, roaring, roaring. [i:1km26hdd]- Charles Bukowski[/i:1km26hdd]
psi-fi
2005-10-06_03:28
[img:3s2shitr]http://home.graffiti.net/finalfantasy2/city01e-trans.jpg[/img:3s2shitr] so 90s ..the one that leads to the source
pure_energy
2005-10-26_06:58
[b:30ypvyhd]Whisky[/b:30ypvyhd] My arrival was pure trickery: first, the knock at the door, and then I sailed over the slates to the back and knocked again. Hello. The last you'd expect, as if I were dead and you owing me money but I did it for the effect and from the look on your face it was working. So we opened the bottle I'd brought and got going while I watched you trying to figure out which of us was pouring. When you started telling those stories about yourself - humbling, but they showed you in a good light, except that I was acquainted with the truth of it - for a moment I doubted that you knew who I was. That's why I put on the old record. And your getting up to fry eggs didn't fool me at all; besides, I'd already called the cab and - whisky or no whisky left in the bottle to wink us Goodnight - I wasn't about to shove off on my own. Go on; smoke as much as you like here, and Welcome. [i:30ypvyhd] -Allen Stevens[/i:30ypvyhd]
moonwatcher
2005-10-26_14:52
Purvoto e mnogo iako naistina! Otkude gi chetesh tezi sticheta?
pure_energy
2005-10-26_15:48
първото е едно от любимите ми стихотворения, а второто е на учителя ми по английски.
nqmam ime i nemi trqbva
2006-04-20_13:41
Kikakoky! Ekorolaps! Vizo kolipanda opoloza. Ipasata ix fuu. Kikakoku proklinte joteh. Nekifili mopa Leksio intapa6i benakofropropsa pi! propsa pi! Qzolu nozaresa flipzai Au Karoto pasakrusar Kikakoku Nupza pu6! Kikakoku buluru? Futupukke-propsa pi! Qzolu. tova e ortofoneti4na /abstraktna/ poeziq.povliqna ot dadaizma i predstavlqva onomatopeq na bebe6koto gukane (: (: kazva se "vagonen roman" nare4en o6te .....
deetya
2006-04-21_17:29
All these feelings that give away from JUDGEMENT, that confuse the HELL out of us, that makes second GUESS ourselves, we NEED them to HELP us FILL in the missing PIECES because we almost NEVER have all the FACTS.And the view of the EARTH, which was the ONLY, the only PLACE of the OLD UNIVERESE that had any color, everything else was BLACK and WHITE ! [color=red:1zhv4v6f] P.S. E тва не е точно някаква поема , но въпреки всичко..... [/color:1zhv4v6f]
