Poetry that other people have written, not intended as poetry.
The dungeon bears you no fondness.
― bamcquern, Sunday, 28 June 2009 06:31 (nine years ago) Permalink
(u may have an interest in: Notes you wrote yourself that you no longer understand.)
― carpathian florist (roxymuzak), Sunday, 28 June 2009 06:47 (nine years ago) Permalink
I have seen that! It is a good thread.
I do not have many of those things, and when I see them I never think to post on ilx.
Riding my bike home from school a couple of days ago I was thinking how people sharpen their observation and thinking skills so that they may post later on a message board such as ilx.
― bamcquern, Sunday, 28 June 2009 06:59 (nine years ago) Permalink
do you think its depressing
― carpathian florist (roxymuzak), Sunday, 28 June 2009 06:59 (nine years ago) Permalink
That sentence, and the way it's typed.
But the thread?
I haven't looked it over lately.
Do you think it's depressing?
Ohhhh. You mean the thing about thinking of what to say later on a message board. Um, I think it sharpens the mind. I was thinking during that same bike ride about how we do things for each other, about all of the things we as people wouldn't do unless other people were around. I think people make us do things that are pretty great.
And so that's similar - thinking and observing things cleverly because you know you have someone to share with.
I have problems with divided attention, though, which is an issue I've talked to you about. Really I just want people I care about that I can talk about whatever with - real versatile people.
That's why I like Thomas, because there's a LOAD of things I can talk to him about that no one else is good at talking about. He knows so much stuff and I don't know where it comes from, and he appreciates minutiae.
I do think that people are increasingly having trouble with divided attention. Twitter is like that. I mean, I think about how I check my cell phone or email too much, but then I look around me and it's like some people - thankfully not all of them - are just itching to connect to entities through screens. And young people are going to be fucked up by the Internet and their cell phones, and then they're going to raise ultra fucked up children who only know strip malls and never even got to experience that wild west suburbia of the 80's and 90's with skateboards and Hungry Howie's or whatever - they're just going to be living in the concrete desert and think of a tree as something planted in the median to make it look nice.
And that wild west suburbia is just some consolation prize, anyway, for the sorry Gen Xers and Gen Yers who got stuck in crumby subdivisions.
But it's only going to get worse, and the way we relate is going to become stranger, more absurd and far more ironical, but not in good ways really.
All pretty challopy, I guess? And nothing can or will be done about it, but it's just about to trigger dispair and it's causing total human dissonance.
― bamcquern, Sunday, 28 June 2009 07:11 (nine years ago) Permalink
And you can't download shirt.
― bamcquern, Sunday, 28 June 2009 07:26 (nine years ago) Permalink
drag the beaches picture toward thecenter of two columns w/the top edge of the picturealigned with the text as is &the left edge of the pictureat around the 2-inch markon the horizontal ruler
― bamcquern, Sunday, 28 June 2009 07:28 (nine years ago) Permalink
Effing Robbe-Grillet up there.
the overapologizing thing is a thing. i hate it and do it.
― bamcquern, Sunday, 28 June 2009 21:20 (nine years ago) Permalink
i met a girl named martina! she was long island, and i was gay.
― bamcquern, Sunday, 5 July 2009 18:02 (nine years ago) Permalink
i couldnt find a video of him performing it but listen to the lyrics
hey my little family
my room is clean and im knitting
i swear nothing makes me happier than a peaceful space and some needles
i really really need my bedroom to be simple and uncluttered and white for calming purposes you know what i mean
do you have to be obsessed with yarn and needles and hooks like i am to think that is the most inviting little space youve ever seen
feeling so inspired
one thing i enjoy about facebook is the old pictures that friends and fam upload to walk down memory lane together with you
with that heres the stuff i eat salad with chicken a different salad with chicken repeat repeat this is the hard thing about it not a ton of delicious options im kind of kidding ive found a few other yummy things too
refined sugar will be your enemy till you die
remember how i was so proud that my room was clean and i was knitting well i still am
valentines day preparations
Quilt kits finally all done
cate chose these pretty little traditional valentines cards from bunny cakes i love them
again happy things
cate did you love disney games on the computer when you were five
i have never been an animal person i swore id never have a dog who wants to pick up poop not me but somehow in my baby hungry weakness i was convinced to relent by the other two mccalebs who said they desperately needed a puppy fine whatever just take care of her and pick up the poop
but the commonality between each experience was- it was out of my hands i occasionally fell in love with someone who couldnt be had i occasionally had to run from someone who wouldnt let me go
cate what did you play on the computer then
― Hans Holbein (Chinchilla Volapük), Sunday, 5 July 2009 21:44 (nine years ago) Permalink
i've gotten variations of that spam!
― harbl, Sunday, 5 July 2009 21:48 (nine years ago) Permalink
Sorry, had to:
"Pick-up" acquaintances often take girls autoriding, to cafès, and to theatres with the intention of leading them into sex relations. Disease or child-birth may follow
Avoid the man who tries to take liberties with youHe is selfishly thoughtless and inconsiderate of you
Believe no one who says it is necessary to induldge sex desire
Know the men you associate with
― bamcquern, Monday, 6 July 2009 05:37 (nine years ago) Permalink
sort of belongs here (even though 1p3 is way superior to ile as everyone knows):
The rolling Spam Poetry thread.
― bamcquern, Thursday, 16 July 2009 17:34 (nine years ago) Permalink
Somewhere there's one of a critter in a disc brake assembly it is dire.
― Hunt3r, Wednesday, 17 October 2007 18:36 (1 year ago)
― bamcquern, Sunday, 30 August 2009 18:43 (nine years ago) Permalink
intense angersadnessconcernheadachedesire to fuck shit up
― not having a luxury watch is terrible (unregistered), Sunday, 23 May 2010 17:48 (eight years ago) Permalink
I just got off the 67th Street subway station and we heard an announcement saying the cops are here, the cops are here. There is a homeless man armed. The cops are here the cops are here. I just kept walking. We all just kept walking and left the station asap. I didn't see anything.
― the last famous person you were surprised to discover was actually (man alive), Saturday, 2 September 2017 01:05 (one year ago) Permalink
Two nights ago my neighbor from down the hall died, a woman in her sixties that I only really knew as a slightly off but nice lady who smoked a lot (but quit months before she died, probably because of illness), and who put up a little clip art printout flyer for every federal holiday -- labor day, memorial day, presidents' day, MLK day, etc. She said hi to my kids and we'd occasionally make small talk in the hall. The police were in the hallway a long time, and I talked a little with neighbors and the super about how we hadn't known her that well, how people had stopped seeing her smoke outside, how she had kicked out the boyfriend who used to come around (a guy I knew only as "Bobby"), and how she had probably been ill -- that sort of vaguely sad small talk people make when they feel like they should be somber but don't quite know how to feel about the death of a person they weren't close to.
Then last night I was driving home and traffic came to a standstill, but I could clearly see that the traffic only went on several hundred feet ahead of me, with the highway totally clear beyond that. It took what seemed like a very long time for the traffic to inch up, so I assumed multiple lanes were blocked by something. I cursed a bit and banged my wheel because I wanted to get home before my kids went to bed. As I approached the stopping point of the traffic, I saw a car pulled over on the shoulder to my right, and a group of men standing around looking distraught. Then I saw two more cars stopped on the left shoulder. Then I saw a motorcycle laid down flat across one of the lanes, as though someone had just gently placed it there. It was aqua and white with sort of vintage styling. Then I looked to my right again and, just as I was about to clear the blockage, saw that there was a man lying on his back, eyes closed, and another man doing chest thrusts on him. The man lying on his back wasn't responding. I had that momentary urge like I should pull over too, just because this was a grave situation, even though it was obvious someone would have already called 911 and there was already a man performing CPR and I don't even know CPR, and therefore I would add absolutely nothing to the equation. I thought that the man was probably dead, and then I drove away.
Anyway, when I got home I searched "death" on ILX.
― the last famous person you were surprised to discover was actually (man alive), Saturday, 16 September 2017 01:36 (one year ago) Permalink
Played to death!
the death of ILE
Death To Smoochy
The Death of the Subject Death to the Workers! house of death? death to the deathist death of wrestlers Death by Webboarding The Death of the Telegram Fear of death. The Death of Childhood Death of a President
― the last famous person you were surprised to discover was actually (man alive), Saturday, 16 September 2017 01:38 (one year ago) Permalink
Death of the suburbs? death drug death dreams Death and Music Death of the party death to the zeitgeistdeath by chocolate Death to the Underground Death to the Subwoofer loved to death
Killed By Death Death Vessel? death car the death of the album Fan Death Death Certificate Death Grips Death Angel The popes death Popes death
― the last famous person you were surprised to discover was actually (man alive), Saturday, 16 September 2017 01:39 (one year ago) Permalink
jeez today /was/ a weird day
― Mordy, Saturday, 16 September 2017 01:40 (one year ago) Permalink
sex then death Flodding and DeathDeath & Pregnancy orgasm or death ?my death work/death? moog death moogle death mega death muggle death
― the last famous person you were surprised to discover was actually (man alive), Saturday, 16 September 2017 01:41 (one year ago) Permalink
FACES OF DEATH
Sleep Is Death
Eagles of Death Metal- Death By Sexxxy If it is a choice between Richmond and Death... I choose Death. Southern death Cult/death Cult/Cult choose! Upcoming "Choosing Death" death metal/ grindcore book? Death metal fans....favorite Death album worse death: drowing in cum or being crushed to death I am the Angel of Death.
― the last famous person you were surprised to discover was actually (man alive), Saturday, 16 September 2017 01:43 (one year ago) Permalink
bataan death martch murder death kill Johnny Knoxville Death Hoax death scenes in the movies death and how to live through it Scare us to death... Picture your own death AL JAZERA AND THE DIET OF DEATH ! Bore me to death Death of a great American
― the last famous person you were surprised to discover was actually (man alive), Saturday, 16 September 2017 01:47 (one year ago) Permalink
ok there are a lot more pages of death search results. I'll come back to this another time.
― the last famous person you were surprised to discover was actually (man alive), Saturday, 16 September 2017 01:48 (one year ago) Permalink