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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 29 2008, 09:47 PM (1,163 Views) | |
| Howitzer | Oct 29 2008, 09:47 PM Post #1 |
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A narrow passage links the tiny port-in room to the homepage proper. Written in silver on the wall of the narrow passage is "Home of 'Hush, little razor blades on the doorstep of my blackened soul', a blog by Gnomon. ©200x Antoinette Smith." The homepage itself isn't large. It's entirely black and is walled in, giving it a very claustrophobic feel. A massive and very old-looking book sits on a pedestal in the dead centre of the room. Written on its pages are Antoinette's blog posts. On one wall are more words, again in silver. "Your reaction?" they read, and there's an arrow pointing to a little nook in the wall, where a guestbook can be found. Visitors are obviously encouraged to leave their commentary. There's another corridor leading off the main part of the homepage. Inside is Beatnik's space -- a little cubicle with constantly shifting colours drifting across the walls. It is full of stacks of data packets. Each one is a song. Whenever somebody who isn't Beatnik attempts to approach the hall leading to Beatnik's space, they meet a wall that phases into existence to stop them. This wall is invisible, except for the "GO THE HELL AWAY" written loudly across it. [Feel free to post here in response to Antoinette's blog.] |
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| Howitzer | Oct 29 2008, 09:49 PM Post #2 |
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#1 Woke to rain this morning. Grey day. Dreary. Beatnik wants me to go sit at the beach this afternoon. Bad weather for it. She wants to check the report on the weather station's page. Waiting for her to jack in and figure out which way the weather page is. Passing time taking down a poem appeared while I was making coffee. Past is clouded future is clouded present is clear as day sun smoulders burns the skin bleaches the hair refrigerator Beatnik wrote the last part. She won't take it out. Overriding my keyboard, won't let me delete. She's jacked in now. Think she's going to publish and password this post so that I can't remove |
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| RevivedSin | Nov 13 2008, 08:53 PM Post #3 |
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If your navi likes Refrigerators so much. Why not make a .GMO to give to her for a present. Some... ice cold present, per se. -Ace Drop me a line. [Attached: Ace@global.net] |
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| DNR | Nov 14 2008, 12:24 AM Post #4 |
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A refrigerator you say, Ace? Well.. I dare hope she carries a fortunate amount of delicious food for hungry viruses... but the poem... it seems dry... gloomy yes but it doesn't bring much of a picture, it must rather sounds like somebody from the second grade made it... - DNR [Polonius@ACDCMed.edu] |
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| Howitzer | Nov 14 2008, 12:37 AM Post #5 |
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...hmmmm. 'SRIGHT, TONI. EMBRACE THE FRIDGE.
... ...pffffAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. DUDE. YOU'RE AWESOME. |
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| DNR | Nov 14 2008, 12:40 AM Post #6 |
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Well, well, it seems I'm rather liked by someone... well, nothing personal, I just rather felt like it was a necessary gesture at your expense... hate to sound personal but what IS your age? - DNR [Polonius@ACDCMed.edu] |
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| Howitzer | Nov 14 2008, 12:45 AM Post #7 |
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...far older than you are mentally, cretin. She's twenty, dude. SHUT UP, BEATNIK. Heheheheheh. Fridge. |
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| DNR | Nov 14 2008, 12:53 AM Post #8 |
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..... pffft...... hehehehehehehhhhhh... how fabulously interesting... did you oversleep at the computer or something?... Or maybe you just need a tutor? Well... I do know a good site that would help improve writing. You know, in a weird sort of way... it reminds me of how Polonius' creative writing was when I first read his families refrigerator... he was 8 when he wrote it, it went something like: Love is sweetly most all for my mommy dearest Happy mother's day! Wh-where did you remember that haiku from!? Oh nothing, nothing~ Attach: WRITINGHELPATOWL.ORG |
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| RevivedSin | Nov 14 2008, 01:25 AM Post #9 |
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Oh dear, you might want Beatnik to "embrace the fridge" herself. ;) Mr. DNR, please don't taunt Miss Antoinette anymore, she is in quite a somber mood it seems. Though, you're Haiku is a bit interesting I must say. I would like to contribute, but my stuff is quite antique. I hope to meet you in person, possibly, Miss Antoinette. -Ace ((ANTOINETTE GAINED 1 CREEPY STALKER)) |
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| Shuryou | Nov 14 2008, 04:34 AM Post #10 |
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Street lights are on and the rain taps my shoulder. I look at her back and my body grows colder. The last thing I see is her image in the doorway. My eyesight has exchanged all colors for gray. The flame that kept my life burning has left. My heart gone, an irreversible theft. Anonymous |
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| DNR | Nov 14 2008, 01:33 PM Post #11 |
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Th-that was incredulously beautiful! Such sorrow! Such a powerful lost of your girlfriend! I would be taken to tears if I, you know, could! I must meet you sir. . . if it's not too inconvinient, I am a medical professional after all. - DNR |
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| Howitzer | Nov 25 2008, 12:23 AM Post #12 |
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Hm. I can see the work of an incapable poet at best here. I imagine that your current products don't get much better.
...lovely. HEY, SPOILERS! TONI LOVES BEING FAMOUS. Calm yourself, fool. C'mon, chill, let me have a turn here...
...pffft, nice job leaving your e-mail in the field, Mr. Anon. Serious skills there. How inferior...is this what you creatures consider poetry in these times? It all contains the same flat, drab excuse for spirit and power, simply with different words substituted to fit the meter. I ain't sayin' nothin' here. |
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| DNR | Nov 25 2008, 12:39 AM Post #13 |
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Well... I wrote that when I was five ._. Can't expect genius work from a five year old right? Heheh... - Polonius Well then Antoinette, let's hear one of yours? Let's see you try a medical themed poem... That would rather impress me very much... - DNR |
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| RevivedSin | Nov 25 2008, 12:42 AM Post #14 |
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Aha, well I look forward to our next encounter Miss Antoinette. Mail me if you ever feel the urge to do something drastic. -Ace |
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| RevivedSin | Dec 1 2008, 01:14 AM Post #15 |
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Miso Soup A broth that reflects the lamplight. Noises bustle around me. The slider closes with a snap. -Ace |
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| Phoenix | Dec 2 2008, 12:32 AM Post #16 |
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I'm here to supplement 'Ace's haikus with one of my own, because I feel like it. Coffee Black as darkest night Bitter as a winter storm Keeps us saps awake Thank you and good night -Chris Lemrock- |
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| Asator | Feb 4 2009, 12:24 AM Post #17 |
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*spin and victory pose*
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I don't know much about the subject, as I tried to steer clear of English courses in college when possible, but I'm not sure that's how haikus work. But since this has become something of a collective poetry page, here's an old one of mine because I was bored.
I honestly don't remember writing this, just found it on my computer while looking around after forcibly rebooting some scanning software, but there you go. ~Duke Rigel[/color] |
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| DNR | Feb 4 2009, 12:27 AM Post #18 |
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Huhhh... that sounds like some bleak poem mister Rigel, like an amoeba being teared by it's very core by Penicillin... ahh I miss Biology... - DNR |
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| RevivedSin | Feb 4 2009, 02:45 AM Post #19 |
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Oh, god, thanks Duke, you're going to give me nightmares about BBQ Pork Dumplings coming out of my closet and eating me or something. -Ace |
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| Aim | Feb 5 2009, 04:33 PM Post #20 |
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That was a good one, Duke! I especially liked the part about counting sheep. It makes me kind of sleepy... I might have to pack in about 2 or 3 hours some time soon. I'll put it on my schedule! Well, here are a few haikus I've composed: I hope they'll keep you occupied and remind you of what truly matters in this world of ours. Counterinfectionalist's Joy Life without evil Smiling with a pretty girl SItting on the roof Counterinfectionalist's Sorrow Living in evil People we love fall prey to The evil spirits Counterinfectionalist's Angst Evil in our friends Due to unnatural spirits Forgive them and fight Counterinfection..... Whew, I'm bushed for now! Enjoy those little tidbits. ~Professor Burt J. Blanchard |
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