Bugpowder!It makes you talk like this. And they all jumble and claw
their way into your mind to repeat it at you. With jutting
eyes that look into you like a maddened wasp on a window.
(their way into your mind to repeat it at you. With jutting
eyes that look into you like a maddened wasp on a window.
Tahkcalb ω∞ for sigs,
Sun 19 Jun 2011, 1:23,
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These tears of rage just aren't enough.
They stick.
They stick around and sting, and sting
A pointless thing, a worthless thing,
A thing that sticks around and stings.
These tears of rage are tough.
And still they aren't enough.
(They stick.
They stick around and sting, and sting
A pointless thing, a worthless thing,
A thing that sticks around and stings.
These tears of rage are tough.
And still they aren't enough.
Sea Tramp the thinking woman's 8 Ace,
Sun 19 Jun 2011, 1:28,
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Interesting words are interesting.(
Tahkcalb ω∞ for sigs,
Sun 19 Jun 2011, 1:35,
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haha, there I was thinking everybody was asleep.But hey, nervous breakdowns sometimes happen in slow motion.
( Sea Tramp the thinking woman's 8 Ace,
Sun 19 Jun 2011, 1:46,
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Oh! I do like to be beside the seaside
I do like to be beside the sea!
I do like to stroll upon the Prom, Prom, Prom!
Where the brass bands play:
"Tiddely-om-pom-pom!"
So just let me be beside the seaside
I'll be beside myself with glee
(I do like to be beside the sea!
I do like to stroll upon the Prom, Prom, Prom!
Where the brass bands play:
"Tiddely-om-pom-pom!"
So just let me be beside the seaside
I'll be beside myself with glee
4Q just lurking,
Sun 19 Jun 2011, 1:41,
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And there's lots of girls beside,
I should like to be beside
Beside the seaside!
Beside the sea!
(I should like to be beside
Beside the seaside!
Beside the sea!
4Q just lurking,
Sun 19 Jun 2011, 1:41,
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Here comes another winterof long shadows and high hopes
( Sea Tramp the thinking woman's 8 Ace,
Sun 19 Jun 2011, 1:48,
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Hey!Lighten up, I'm having a right old knees-up here and no mistake!
( 4Q just lurking,
Sun 19 Jun 2011, 1:51,
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Glad to hear it.Looks like I will indeed be in the geographical area where we'll be able to have a pint or two, btw.
( Sea Tramp the thinking woman's 8 Ace,
Sun 19 Jun 2011, 1:55,
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Oh, jolly good,look forward to it. Are you back at w*rk yet?
( 4Q just lurking,
Sun 19 Jun 2011, 2:01,
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Of course not.The medics are upping the drugs weekly, though, so it's only a matter of time before my will is broken.
In the meantime, my only worry is a bailiff who's going to harrass my parents on Monday unless I can find a substantial three-figure sum.
It is a worry, but I think it can be done.
(In the meantime, my only worry is a bailiff who's going to harrass my parents on Monday unless I can find a substantial three-figure sum.
It is a worry, but I think it can be done.
Sea Tramp the thinking woman's 8 Ace,
Sun 19 Jun 2011, 2:11,
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I just got another 3 month contract, so I'm definitely employed till early October.Not bad considering I don't fully understand most of the tasks I have been given.
( 4Q just lurking,
Sun 19 Jun 2011, 2:22,
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Understanding one's own job is grossly overrated.We live under a bullshit-based idea of an economy.
( Sea Tramp the thinking woman's 8 Ace,
Sun 19 Jun 2011, 2:31,
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I described the nature of my work as 'nebulous' to my boss.He agreed and said it was a rather excellent word.
( 4Q just lurking,
Sun 19 Jun 2011, 2:34,
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haha, I've deployed the "nebulous" gambit more than once.Ever used the "George Harrison"?
I used it yesterday when I was talking to my mum.
She was saying stuff like "I don't like it when you're like this. I'd like to see the real you".
George Harrison wrote and recorded many songs, and the keynote, despite his much-vaunted spirituality, was a vituperative bitterness.
However, he also wrote a handful of sweet love songs, that expressed a gratitude for being alive.
Even Beatleologists say "At last! The real George!" www.youtube.com/watch?v=3XFfUt7HQWM when they address these few sweet tunes, but they're ignoring a lot when they do so.
(I used it yesterday when I was talking to my mum.
She was saying stuff like "I don't like it when you're like this. I'd like to see the real you".
George Harrison wrote and recorded many songs, and the keynote, despite his much-vaunted spirituality, was a vituperative bitterness.
However, he also wrote a handful of sweet love songs, that expressed a gratitude for being alive.
Even Beatleologists say "At last! The real George!" www.youtube.com/watch?v=3XFfUt7HQWM when they address these few sweet tunes, but they're ignoring a lot when they do so.
Sea Tramp the thinking woman's 8 Ace,
Sun 19 Jun 2011, 2:51,
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Interesting,but how exactly would one employ the 'george harrison'?
It sounds as though your mum was maybe playing the george card.
edit: what were you doing anyway, wearing camouflage?
(It sounds as though your mum was maybe playing the george card.
edit: what were you doing anyway, wearing camouflage?
4Q just lurking,
Sun 19 Jun 2011, 2:59,
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One deploys the "George Harrison" when one is told the miserable "you" isn't the real "you".And yeah, mum's reaction was one of sheer bafflement.
( Sea Tramp the thinking woman's 8 Ace,
Sun 19 Jun 2011, 3:12,
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The pattern might go like this...Mum: [Nonsensical self imposed conundrum]
You: GEORGE HARRISON, BITCH!!!! [snap fingers]
(You: GEORGE HARRISON, BITCH!!!! [snap fingers]
Tahkcalb ω∞ for sigs,
Sun 19 Jun 2011, 3:14,
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(I think amoebaboy crafted the robot head, but I'm not certain)
Sea Tramp the thinking woman's 8 Ace,
Sun 19 Jun 2011, 8:26,
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Ye men that will of aunters wynne,That late within this lande hath bin,
Of on I will yow telle;
And of a sewe that was sea strang,
Alas! that ever scho lived sea lang,
For fell folk did scho wele.
Scho was mare than other three,
The grizeliest beast that ere mote bee
Her hede was greate and graye;
Scho was bred in Rokebye woode,
Ther war few that thither yoode,
But cam belive awaye.
Her walke was endlang Greta syde,
Was no barne that colde her byde,
That was fra heven or helle;
Ne never man that had that myght,
That ever durst com in her syght,
Her force it was sea felle.
Raphe of Rokebye, with full gode wyll,
The freers of Richmonde gav her tyll,
Full wele to gar thayme fare;
Freer Myddeltone by name,
Hee was sent to fetch her hame,
Yt rewed him syne full sare.
(Of on I will yow telle;
And of a sewe that was sea strang,
Alas! that ever scho lived sea lang,
For fell folk did scho wele.
Scho was mare than other three,
The grizeliest beast that ere mote bee
Her hede was greate and graye;
Scho was bred in Rokebye woode,
Ther war few that thither yoode,
But cam belive awaye.
Her walke was endlang Greta syde,
Was no barne that colde her byde,
That was fra heven or helle;
Ne never man that had that myght,
That ever durst com in her syght,
Her force it was sea felle.
Raphe of Rokebye, with full gode wyll,
The freers of Richmonde gav her tyll,
Full wele to gar thayme fare;
Freer Myddeltone by name,
Hee was sent to fetch her hame,
Yt rewed him syne full sare.
Tahkcalb ω∞ for sigs,
Sun 19 Jun 2011, 1:52,
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All together now:Roll out the barrel,
We'll have a barrel of fun
Roll out the barrel,
We've got the blues on the run
Sing boom tararrel,
Ring out a song of good cheer
Now's the time to roll the barrel,
For the gang's all here.
(We'll have a barrel of fun
Roll out the barrel,
We've got the blues on the run
Sing boom tararrel,
Ring out a song of good cheer
Now's the time to roll the barrel,
For the gang's all here.
4Q just lurking,
Sun 19 Jun 2011, 1:54,
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All the maids of IslingtonWent forth to sport and play;
All but the bailiff’s daughter dear;
She secretly stole away.
She put off her gown of gray,
And put on her puggish attire;
She’s up to fair London gone,
Her true-love to require.
As she went along the road,
The weather being hot and dry,
There was she aware of her true-love,
At length came riding by.
She stept to him, as red as any rose,
And took him by the bridle-ring:
‘I pray you, kind sir, give me one penny,
To ease my weary limb.’
--And then he rode off yelling, "It's a trap!"
(All but the bailiff’s daughter dear;
She secretly stole away.
She put off her gown of gray,
And put on her puggish attire;
She’s up to fair London gone,
Her true-love to require.
As she went along the road,
The weather being hot and dry,
There was she aware of her true-love,
At length came riding by.
She stept to him, as red as any rose,
And took him by the bridle-ring:
‘I pray you, kind sir, give me one penny,
To ease my weary limb.’
--And then he rode off yelling, "It's a trap!"
Tahkcalb ω∞ for sigs,
Sun 19 Jun 2011, 2:00,
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hahathis 'it's a trap' thing - is it new? I only heard it for the first time the other day.
( 4Q just lurking,
Sun 19 Jun 2011, 2:03,
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Old meme is old.Actually predates itself. Was used in dime porn
novels. Faded and then resurged or reinvented
via Fark/4chan/SA and the like.
(novels. Faded and then resurged or reinvented
via Fark/4chan/SA and the like.
Tahkcalb ω∞ for sigs,
Sun 19 Jun 2011, 2:07,
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A little knowledge can save embarrassment later.
Tahkcalb ω∞ for sigs,
Sun 19 Jun 2011, 2:18,
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