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Discussion => Off topic => Topic started by: thesearstower on October 29, 2012, 07:09 am

Title: Goodnight, Friends..
Post by: thesearstower on October 29, 2012, 07:09 am
If you should find yourself smoking a cigarette at then end of a speed run, and if you've gone outside to smoke said cigarette, and once outside you notice two people sitting in a parked car outside of your house, you will not worry. When the wine has calmed you, and when the small pill has calmed you further, you will realize that there are not actually people in that car, and you will say, "Searstower, your brain is playing tricks on you.". And you will relax. And you will smoke your cigarette to the filter. And you will see something out of the corner of your eye. And you will relax. And you will once again see people in the car, but you will not fall for your brain's trickery, as you have fallen for it so many times before.. Instead, you wil,l approach the car, and you will peer in the window. And when you peer closely into the car  window, you will see a man with closed eyes. And in his lap you will see a woman. That woman you do not know.. Neither of them see you. When you fall asleep, it happens quickly, and you do not dream.
Title: Re: Goodnight, Friends..
Post by: sdesu on October 29, 2012, 07:53 am
Is it just me, or do the last few sentences give the allusion of death?

sdesu
Title: Re: Goodnight, Friends..
Post by: Moon Fried on October 29, 2012, 03:14 pm
How does the edge feel?
Title: Re: Goodnight, Friends..
Post by: PriscillaMarie90 on October 29, 2012, 05:34 pm
Change the paddles to 15!

Clear!
Title: Re: Goodnight, Friends..
Post by: thesearstower on October 29, 2012, 06:37 pm
The rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated.
Title: Re: Goodnight, Friends..
Post by: Ahoyhoy on October 30, 2012, 02:26 am
If you should find yourself smoking a cigarette at then end of a speed run, and if you've gone outside to smoke said cigarette, and once outside you notice two people sitting in a parked car outside of your house, you will not worry. When the wine has calmed you, and when the small pill has calmed you further, you will realize that there are not actually people in that car, and you will say, "Searstower, your brain is playing tricks on you.". And you will relax. And you will smoke your cigarette to the filter. And you will see something out of the corner of your eye. And you will relax. And you will once again see people in the car, but you will not fall for your brain's trickery, as you have fallen for it so many times before.. Instead, you wil,l approach the car, and you will peer in the window. And when you peer closely into the car  window, you will see a man with closed eyes. And in his lap you will see a woman. That woman you do not know.. Neither of them see you. When you fall asleep, it happens quickly, and you do not dream.


I fear your medication has run out.  lm sure the new batch will be arriving soon. Just hold tight.
Title: Re: Goodnight, Friends..
Post by: SelfSovereignty on October 30, 2012, 02:42 am
"Of all the separate realities, legal landscapes, and metabolic metropolis
that thrive beneath the surface of the Cleaver's USA, no subculture seems
as pervasive or uniform as the nationwide-eyed, high dosage
methamphetamine club.
  This group is a tribute to the idea that some things stay the same
across time or space... the members come and go, some leave quietly, some
go snitch, croak, or disappear, some hang in there after their lights
have gone out, and quite a few are dragged off at 6:00 a.m. Friday
morning by blue windbreakers with yellow writing.
  Getting in too deep is what we do, it's who we are.
  But despite all this, there are a few of us who have managed to hang
around the periphery for decades, avoiding the felonies, gunshots, big
ripoffs, and crippling motorcycle accidents. Other than luck, the key to
staying alive is knowing when to take a step back, on your own, and avoid
the biggest bear-trap in the speed circus: taking yourself too
seriously...
  Truly not giving a fuck is the only way to maintain perspective. In
other words, there are worse things that can happen, than having to lay
down and go to sleep for a week... no drug or state of mind is worth
dying for, killing for, or doing hard time for..."



Tweak on, mah brother.
Title: Re: Goodnight, Friends..
Post by: Zulu on October 30, 2012, 04:15 am
what ever you are one my friend - hooka brotha up
Title: Re: Goodnight, Friends..
Post by: nuyt on October 30, 2012, 06:26 am
I don't know what some of you guys are talking about; people don't use the second person singular form near enough. OP, thoroughly enjoyed, would read again.