Instead of me polluting this great section with my ramblings, I've decided to compile All my new shit into this one thread. So if you're bored, you can wade through the sludge of this befuddled mind.

no new postings.

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staring into the black screen.
The world has fallen asleep hours ago.
But still I sit. I can hear your radiation.
As it subtly tans my face.

You're the whore.
Thousands have fallen asleep under your grasp.
Curled up or sprawled out.
While you spew bullshit.

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flirtation with words
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enlighted
engorged
in lust
in love
inlaw
concept
conceptual
converse
contemplate
kill
kill
greed
head
needs
poor
sores
whores
lores
rich
bitch
hate
ingrate
inflate ego
forego surgury
jury
fury

how intelligent is a race that communicates within grunts???? Like fucking apes.

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In dreams life is so easy.
We sit back, and watch.
Like a cheap movie without the pop(corn.(y)
sure there's the threat of (night) terror,
but as any american knows, it ain't a dream.
The dream where we keep falling.
It's the life of some.
Until death.
we all reach lifeless hands into dark skies
expecting nothing.
but maybe someday
one of those hands may retrieve something
a small glimmering shell
.....of hope.

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head thrashes methodically to an obscure beat.
the anger vented painlessly through my own erratic movements
I get off on the hate.
the anger
the love.

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I have not read this thread, but I will sit no where near any of TrendKills circles or holes...

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lol. Come on sane, you know you wanna.

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the flirtation with words thing is cool.

well once again my child's. You've found you're way back to my den of death.
my sanctuary of stupidy.
my drunken dementia.

so here's a tune or two.


a child's first breath.
a mothers breast

the love of life
the hate of stife

to drunk to fuck
too drunk to write

within my grasp
within my site

i stilll don't care
i still don't fight.

and never
do i bother
to realize
your idoicy
that you call
reality.
that you call
life
and i call
bullshit
so i draw
and hate
and flaw
ingrate,
,,,,,,,,,,,,,.
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cast your eyes aside......
ignore our pain.
embrace your pride.......

wave your flag high......
does the red stand for the blood of the children?
I ask honestly....

Justifiable,
in your eyes.
undeniable,
a nations demise.


i won't even bother to attempt to arrange my words in a structured fashion.
They are only messengers of my anger.
My ignorance to your thoughts.

I sadly understand.
fear, safety
economy
family
ignorance

i can't blame you
but i want to

to smack a thousand lives across your face
does it still feel right?

to let you hear the children's cries, over and over and over, until you kill yourself from the agony.
to submit you to that stench of death, until your nostrils beg for release.

to open your eyes

we don't hate you
we hate your ideals.
and maybe we hate ourselves?
because, bombarded with propaganda, we ourselves may have made your mistake.

we should have voted with bullets.

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when you're rich
and you yearn
you reach for your checkbook
when you're poor
and you yearn
you reach for your family.

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I've seen you die a thousand times
woke up crying,
before i've felt your heat
you're soul
your mortality


Lying in the darkness,
staring at your silouette,
I realize, reality.


I take you for granted,
what you mean to me.
I'm such an asshole.

I mock you're faith
because i'm too weak to admit my own
I take for granted, you're happiness.
You're pureness.

this poem is pure garbage,
mangled thoughts,
thrown into the trash compactor of
my fucked mind and spewing out this^^^^
but i LOVE IT!

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I saved your life. Tore the rope from your neck. Screamed at you in anger.
You expected sympathy. Sorrow. But from me, you got the truth. I punched you. Gave you reality in a fist. And as your nose bled, you realized, your simple game was nothing but.
We talked for hours, drunk upon the grass. We cried. I kicked myself for not noticing the scars. We are young. Stupid. I look back upon this time, years later and laugh at myself. We've gone on. Best friends parted.
Yet we live in each other. When you died that day, a soul did not depart, it bounced back and decided to live.
Fuck you.
I fuckin love it!~

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I wish i could open up my mind and spew the contents upon this page. Unfortunately it would fill up ol' nomads bandwidth. and the fbi, cia, and ira would find me soon.
we don't understand ourselves. We drown in drink, soar with drugs, and swear by sobriety, all in a feeble attempt to draw out the demons.
atheist, anarchist, asshole, idiot.
adjectives.
life is.

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Too drunk to fuck, haha I love DK

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is that a dk song?
I was just thinkin of some past experiences.

it sucks.

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Haha, everyones been there. I fell asleep while getting head several times. And its awkward because you wake up in your friends room, limp, dick hanging out, on his sister/parents/brothers bed.

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lol. it sucks
MY problem is i got the opposite
I get the hard dick syndrome

I fuck for hours and i can't get off!

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Dude the same shit used to happen to me when I was fucking hot chicks. Like everything would be cool because I like to keep them well, pleased. I had to run in the bathroom and flush the condom pretty fast, but thats the only time I've never gotten off. With the others it just took a while. But thats good in its own way, you never have to appoligize.....haha though everyone knows it happens when you lose your virginity. You stick it in "Hey wow! This feels so UHHH" and you have an inch thick layer of used condom on you. I bet your problem is more psychilogical than physical. Try to relax. Sleep with a girl you've slept with before that you feel comfortable with, or if you are doing that find another chick and try it.


P.S I figured out my problem was I was concentrating too hard on pleasing the girl instead of realizing that shes going to like it even if its bad, its only high school. I just focused more on intimacy and it worked like a charm

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i can understand your psychology
but this is with a girl i've slept with multiple times.
I still get teh hard dick syndrome.
i guess i just love to fuck. even after she gets off. i can quit and go on withoiut gettin blue balls (they DO! exist)

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Everyone who ever fooled around in Jr High knows blueballs exist.

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they fuckin suck man. You gotta walk around bow-legged for a couple of hours. and jackin off doesn't help.
I guess there's a form of blue balls for women too.

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I saw a Black Flag reference up there.

Pretty cool shit trendkill.

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I've done it for 4 hours before ( fucking emergency room drunk on a 5/8 of whiskey with the bitch deep thoating and everthing) and just bearly got off. Then I did it for 2 hours more! She must have been a porn star too 'cause I thought there was no way she could take that much big dick and still love it Best lay in my life... next to my wife, no shit!

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You know, if I was a mod here I'd give you guys a week to put this in lyric/poetry form or I'd lock it !

Actually I'd do it just cuz it would be highly amusing to me to hear this done in verse. You guys have such a penis fixation. It's funny.

My wang won't go down
I can hang a 3 piece suit from it without it saggin'
I've got to stand on my head to pee
But my girlfriend isn't too unhappy about my dilemma
Oh, my wang won't go down

Everybody sing !

Ohhh..... !!!!!! (repeat verse)

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lol.

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I love this place !

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Home alone means .

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Trendkill, Trendkill, pour out your words of wisdom!
Trendkill, Trendkill, or we shall surely miss them!
The rambling of important issues with poetic grace--
Will never in a thread by you be placed,
But even so we hope for revelation--
And poetic musings borne of your inebriation.
Trendkill, Trendkill, even though it's absurd!
Trendkill, Trendkill, we await your infinite word!

bjh

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ROFL Would you like a Midol? I never dreamed you'd be interested in Syd Barrrett. The past year or so I've listened to some of his stuff and it's pretty cool. I like psychodelic anyways. Always have. So it was cool when one of my fellow forumers turned me on to him.

And your latter verses were quite good. But your dissertation (sp?) was a gas!!!! You're a nut there guy. And you did spell that word right, btw.

Hey, anytime you wanna get wound up, give me a holler. I was just funning with you in the poem

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syd rules. I love early pink floyd.
I wasn't really that insulated......I was just smashed.

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I've fallen tonight.
ONe step lower than yesterday.
WE spend our childhoods climbing.
with the false pretense that 50 is over the hill.
20 is.
Yes we'll still grow. yearn, love, learn.
But we're cascading now.
those of us who resist, fall.
Those who accept, slide.
cynic? I think not. I've watched a thousand lives.
smiled upon death, watched him as he taunted me.
asked me to pleasure him.
and i shook my head...it continues.
thrashing. side to side.
daily news. i ingest.
simple.
fact.
factual
fictional
fiction
i love the shape of words. some blunt, some sleek and sexual.
i l.a.c.k. the conviction. i'm forever lazy. my ideals mocked by peers. They're strong in my heart. I'm just a realist. You follow the path, you knead the dough. in turn pocketing it. Dont' bother fighting the sheep. Shear them of power. The wolf. Impowered.
I'm gonna collect tears, and inject them into myself. The ultimate low. the anti-thesis of a junkee.
i am the moron. The uninhibited. The one inside ourselves that we thrust to the back of ourselves. Emotion. WE all share a bond. a goal. a life.
in music.
but we all lack the acceptance of the primative drum.
we clasify and rape music. organizing such an obscure art.
music is chaos. That's why it is. It cannot be neatly packaged.
It's the dude on the street playing fucking coffee can's and putting your idols to shame. It's teh chick blowin on a blade of grass, and bringing harmony to my heart, that no instrument can attempt to clone. Music is the wind, the ocean smashing the coast, the crickets rubbing legs, the scratching of arms, tapping of pencils and scoffs of stupidity. You cannot market that. And you cannot condemn this. What you plug in, runs from a source. Delete the source, go back to the primitive. why do you think drums strike us the way they do. it's tribal. we are.
i've had enough with this one. read it though. i like it.
no poetry. no prose.
random combobulations of black up upon white.

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nice,
everything from beatles to pantera to tallica and bob marley

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That was excellent, dude. As was the shorty just above this post.

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Man, I could hear a kick ass instrumental thing going on for about 10 minutes ala Pink Floyd/Roger Waters and then this sung right toward the end with the anticlimax right after. I wish I could record my brain!!!!!!!

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So was this a Lennon-esque piece or is that my interpretation?

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I sure in hell don't. Then other people could see it. I don't know what I'd do then.

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Well, are you gonna write something decent ????? hahaha

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