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WHERE MAH BAKAME'S GO!! D=
QUOTE IT FOR ALL THE WHOLE THING!!!!!
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WHERE MAH BAKAME'S GO!! D=
QUOTE IT FOR ALL THE WHOLE THING!!!!!
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CONSTANTINOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!! [size=10] is now called Istanbul. The more you know! [/h]
Also? I once killed a guy with a ketchup packet.
Also? I once killed a guy with a ketchup packet.
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But there are no cats in America
And the streets are paved with cheese
Oh there are no cats in America
So set your mind at ease
And the streets are paved with cheese
Oh there are no cats in America
So set your mind at ease
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They turned on the heater in one of the subway cars; and I think they did it as a conspiracy to kill me...ONLY I KNOW THE TRUTH ABOUT THE MTA'S PLOT TO RULE THE WORLD!!!
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ShinZero wrote...
They turned on the heater in one of the subway cars; and I think they did it as a conspiracy to kill me...ONLY I KNOW THE TRUTH ABOUT THE MTA'S PLOT TO RULE THE WORLD!!!Well, they're having a war with AARP now. So it may take a while.
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Back in the old days of Fakku!, there was no Paranormal section. And then there was. But it was then removed.
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Strange memories on this nervous night in Las Vegas. Five years later? Six? It seems like a lifetime, or at least a Main Era — the kind of peak that never comes again. San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run . . . but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant. . . .
History is hard to know, because of all the hired bullshit, but even without being sure of "history" it seems entirely reasonable to think that every now and then the energy of a whole generation comes to a head in a long fine flash, for reasons that nobody really understands at the time — and which never explain, in retrospect, what actually happened.
My central memory of that time seems to hang on one or five or maybe forty nights — or very early mornings — when I left the Fillmore half-crazy and, instead of going home, aimed the big 650 Lightning across the Bay Bridge at a hundred miles an hour wearing L. L. Bean shorts and a Butte sheepherder's jacket . . . booming through the Treasure Island tunnel at the lights of Oakland and Berkeley and Richmond, not quite sure which turn-off to take when I got to the other end (always stalling at the toll-gate, too twisted to find neutral while I fumbled for change) . . . but being absolutely certain that no matter which way I went I would come to a place where people were just as high and wild as I was: No doubt at all about that. . . .
There was madness in any direction, at any hour. If not across the Bay, then up the Golden Gate or down 101 to Los Altos or La Honda. . . . You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning. . . .
And that, I think, was the handle—that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn’t need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting — on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. . . .
So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark — that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.
History is hard to know, because of all the hired bullshit, but even without being sure of "history" it seems entirely reasonable to think that every now and then the energy of a whole generation comes to a head in a long fine flash, for reasons that nobody really understands at the time — and which never explain, in retrospect, what actually happened.
My central memory of that time seems to hang on one or five or maybe forty nights — or very early mornings — when I left the Fillmore half-crazy and, instead of going home, aimed the big 650 Lightning across the Bay Bridge at a hundred miles an hour wearing L. L. Bean shorts and a Butte sheepherder's jacket . . . booming through the Treasure Island tunnel at the lights of Oakland and Berkeley and Richmond, not quite sure which turn-off to take when I got to the other end (always stalling at the toll-gate, too twisted to find neutral while I fumbled for change) . . . but being absolutely certain that no matter which way I went I would come to a place where people were just as high and wild as I was: No doubt at all about that. . . .
There was madness in any direction, at any hour. If not across the Bay, then up the Golden Gate or down 101 to Los Altos or La Honda. . . . You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning. . . .
And that, I think, was the handle—that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn’t need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting — on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. . . .
So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark — that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.
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::AS sky draws close enough to touch me, her hand would touch the pure dark energy crawling around me. Looking up at her, the hair no longer blocking my face, she would see my face with no eyes, and crawling from the empty sockets would be spiders, as they would slowly begin to pour out:: Soon~ Ahehehe ::As his mouth opens to speak, she would witness the spiders pouring from my mouth, along with a serpant, tilting my head, knowing she is caught in my madness. Heart beating, sweating, and unable to move, I reach out to grab her throat. The very second before my hand makes contact, my arms are brought to my chest. The chains now visable to everyone, as they bind me in a tight Cocoon. Shrill laughter spills from my mind as Skye would be released from the nightmare, her heart no doubt beating fast, and she would likely be sweating from fear:: Its COMING! Its Almost H- ::Before I can finish, a yank happens on the chain, as I am pulled inside the earth, a void opening bellow me, disappearing into the darkness in a mere instant:
::Wincing again. As my body continues to shake. In motion with the shake, you would hear a soft laugh, which only begins to form into a chuckle. The shaking would now be known to be caused by my laughter. As anyone who would know better would look over to look at me, My shadow on the floor would appear to be hitting the ground, as if trying to escape from it. Shouting and yelling up with a muted voice, heard by no one:: S-shhhh Kyba~ Its good... I'll take care of them~ ::Curling in a tight ball on the couch, talking to myself in third person, when in reality, it is the madness speaking. The shadow bellow is now Kyba, trying to warn anyone who could hope to understand. Laughing quietly to myself, then suddenly, rolls on my back, bursting out in laughter. A large smirk on my face showing the razor teeth going to the back of my jawline. My laughter shrill, and dark. Back arching off the couch with such heavy laughter, my eyes are wide open, and pupils small, and shaking:: Ahahahah! ::Screaming out in laughter now, this would be a sure sign that the Madness has taken over my body, and suddenly, the Dark Aura that usually surrounds me would begin to flow like a dark fog around my body, even though I am not a reaper today, the Madness has its own dark energy. Do to being made purely of hate, and Chaos. Standing up lopsidedly, looking down giggling madly to the floor, as if to my shadow. My hair casts a dark wall over my face, so only my white grin is seen, continuing to laugh insanly. That is, until reaches down, and finally grabs the hilt of my sword:: W-who wants to p-plahahaha.. Play~ Tag and go seek~? ::Bursts out laughing once more, looking up with a completely insane expression, my entire body shaking with insanity. As the shadow bellow continues to thrash around like a living creature, and the darkness begins to surround me in a black haze::
::Wincing again. As my body continues to shake. In motion with the shake, you would hear a soft laugh, which only begins to form into a chuckle. The shaking would now be known to be caused by my laughter. As anyone who would know better would look over to look at me, My shadow on the floor would appear to be hitting the ground, as if trying to escape from it. Shouting and yelling up with a muted voice, heard by no one:: S-shhhh Kyba~ Its good... I'll take care of them~ ::Curling in a tight ball on the couch, talking to myself in third person, when in reality, it is the madness speaking. The shadow bellow is now Kyba, trying to warn anyone who could hope to understand. Laughing quietly to myself, then suddenly, rolls on my back, bursting out in laughter. A large smirk on my face showing the razor teeth going to the back of my jawline. My laughter shrill, and dark. Back arching off the couch with such heavy laughter, my eyes are wide open, and pupils small, and shaking:: Ahahahah! ::Screaming out in laughter now, this would be a sure sign that the Madness has taken over my body, and suddenly, the Dark Aura that usually surrounds me would begin to flow like a dark fog around my body, even though I am not a reaper today, the Madness has its own dark energy. Do to being made purely of hate, and Chaos. Standing up lopsidedly, looking down giggling madly to the floor, as if to my shadow. My hair casts a dark wall over my face, so only my white grin is seen, continuing to laugh insanly. That is, until reaches down, and finally grabs the hilt of my sword:: W-who wants to p-plahahaha.. Play~ Tag and go seek~? ::Bursts out laughing once more, looking up with a completely insane expression, my entire body shaking with insanity. As the shadow bellow continues to thrash around like a living creature, and the darkness begins to surround me in a black haze::