You forgot, "Please keep all arms and legs inside the vortex until comes to a complete stop"
Yes
No
You forgot, "Please keep all arms and legs inside the vortex until comes to a complete stop"
It's peanut butter jelly time!
I took the question as meaning "through" and "temporary", so I said yes. I'd be curious enough to check it out.
If it were permanent, then no.
"...that Siren which called and sang and promised so much and gave, after all, so little." ~ Ray Bradbury
She-Oy~Thanks, I did forget that
Chris...you rock...that is one of my favourite poems, and also what my dad would like read at his funeral.Originally Posted by OchrisO
I'll let Dylan Thomas speak for me.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
That makes you and your dad both pretty awesome.Chris...you rock...that is one of my favourite poems, and also what my dad would like read at his funeral.I'll let Dylan Thomas speak for me.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
There's one hole in every revolution, large or small. And it's one word long.. people. No matter how big the idea they all stand under, people are small and weak and cheap and frightened. It's people that kill every revolution.
It felt like going transparent, then falling through blackness and I came out in an abandon city teeming with shadous creatures.Tell us about it.
Really?
have just noticed something
at the very top of the page:
this poll will close on 12-12-2007 at 11:07 PM
todash?
Ask not what bears can do for you, but what you can do for bears. (razz)
When one is in agreement with bears one is always correct. (mae)
bears are back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AAAAHHHH
JEAN'S RIGHT
J. seems to like exciting things.
Roland would have understood.
It felt like going transparent, then falling through blackness and I came out in an abandon city teeming with shadous creatures.Tell us about it.
Lysergic acid diethylamide?
There's one hole in every revolution, large or small. And it's one word long.. people. No matter how big the idea they all stand under, people are small and weak and cheap and frightened. It's people that kill every revolution.
Nope.
Give me a flashlight and a katana, and I'll have the place cleared out by the year 3286
The whole subject of being able to access other "parallel" worlds has been a preoccupation of mine for too many years. I've always wanted to think that "there are other worlds" out there, seemingly just out of reach that we could access if only we knew the way. Maybe it's just wanderlust, who knows. I've heard of some accounts of people "stumbling" into seemingly alien environments then finding their way back out again. Not saying that I believe, but I am saying that I want to.
Me too man, I would love to know that was true.
Welcome to the site
The kindness of close friends is like a warm blanket
yea i would but i would have to have absolutely nothing back home or something just in case something ate me oh and i wouldnt mind having a gun either
In fact, I have to admit (although somewhat grudgingly) I was dragged into an elaborate internet hoax for almost two years based on the subject. If and when the opportunity presented itself...yeah, I would have to bring a couple of sandal wood grips along to accompany me... I think I would probably jump in with both feet
I would love to hear about hoax sometime boom
The kindness of close friends is like a warm blanket
I've actually been trying to blog about it (the whole hoax incident was over the span of several years, so it's become a rather long, episodic blog post) but I don't know the rules about posting links in the forum...
whats to say I havent already gone todash?
if the worlds gonna end then let's get it over with, i got shit to do
Probably not a great idea but you are welcome to copy and past the text from the blog entries here.
The kindness of close friends is like a warm blanket
No problem... I apologize in advance for the length on a couple of these...
Part One:
The John Palifox Key Mystery/Hoax
I have been known to take my interests and curiosities to the extreme. This is not something that I feel deserves reproach or praise. It’s just how my brain does business. Those same business practices started a two year odyssey of stupidity/revelation revolving around a little known internet hoax/game that went by the name of John Palifox Key.
At the time I first heard of Key and the mysterious tome he had aledgedly written while teaching at Emory University, I was working data entry for a small German camera manufacturer. The job was an exercise in repetition and although the menial, thought robbing clicks of my tasks drained me of most thought and ambition, the work load was ebb and flow and I was afforded time to randomly search the internet. A good deal of this was spent meandering lazily through stock photo sites as I was going to school for design at the time. NOTE: I was actually going to school for animation, but seeing as I am now a designer by necessity saying that I went for design lessens the blow a little. This usually resulted in me putting in softcore porn phrases and ogling the models on any number of stock photography sites….all in the name of art, you have to understand.
When I wasn’t concealing my little searches for “muscular female calves” I was also visiting paranormal forum sites…because we all know that softcore fetish porn and alien abduction accounts go together like pb&j. What I found, besides the fact that 3 out of 4 fashion photographers prefer ball gags to good lighting, was an interesting thread concerning a man named John Palifox Key. The Key immediately stuck out as an allusion to the actual work of the man himself and you’ll see why.
Key, for all of his lack of googleness, was pretty popular in small circles for penning a book entitled Proofs of My Return. The book supposedly served as an autobiographical account of Key’s journeys into parallel dimensions, his return and details of “portal” areas where the die-hard interdimensional daytripper could jump ship and live amongst the denizens of the Secondary Alternate realm; aforementioned inhabitants being gnomelike creatures that instantly sparked my interest. I am known to be a little of a Tolkien nerd, so talk of dwarves always sets my nerd phaser to stunned. So stunned I was to learn that a few of these portals were within map’s reach right here in the continental United States. Stunned further was I to learn that I was spending hours of my day researching this. (mind you that data entry is so mind numbingly boring that I would’ve joined Amway or the Jehova’s Witnesses for a brief reprieve) I chose however to scour the message boards for anything that I could find to bring this mystery a little closer to closed for myself.
A central figure emerged… (continued in part 2)
If it was temporary, and I could somehow handle the feedback of one of those revolvers with the sandalwood grips with my wimpy 13yr old body, not to mention having one, I would
Which also reminds me.. I need to get to work on that "serious" ending in that whole "worst ending ever" thread
Rejoice, For very bad things are about to happen. Richard - LFGcomic.com
Exactly. I'm quite sure I have.
Although I do respect Roland's revolvers I don't think they could protect anybody in todash for long.
Roland would have understood.
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