Anonymous A started this discussion 13 years ago#32,548
Times like this when I have nothing to do except smoke cigarettes, nothing to do but stare at TV screens, nothing to do but needing some outlet, some form of expression, of sharing a moment, some experience to be had, a reason to be alive, to sing, and dance, to run and fly...
Anonymous B joined in and replied with this 13 years ago, 9 minutes later[^][v]#454,277
Masturbate furiously. Thanks.
Anonymous A (OP) replied with this 13 years ago, 6 minutes later, 16 minutes after the original post[^][v]#454,278
Through words I ejaculate feelings and emotions on your mind, a quick flash of the UV finds I'm not the first to grace your presence, you recoil at my injection of myself into your moment, An intrusion, foreign entity mingling with yours, before fading away from thought
Anonymous B replied with this 13 years ago, 1 minute later, 18 minutes after the original post[^][v]#454,279
@previous (A)
Please don't inject yourself into my moment. That is rude.
Anonymous A (OP) replied with this 13 years ago, 5 minutes later, 23 minutes after the original post[^][v]#454,280
@previous (B)
To think, the sharing of a thought with ones self, and learning new perspectives through that process, would I not want to share knowledge of what is with others?
My only injection was received only after the embodiment was already accepted, that is to say my implication had no substance till it was a thought of your own.
Anonymous A (OP) double-posted this 13 years ago, 11 minutes later, 35 minutes after the original post[^][v]#454,281
To wonder where the life force goes, whatever you expend out to the world, when does it come back? Where does it come from, pouring out like a river, flowing from moment to moment, fleeting away during our presence
Anonymous C joined in and replied with this 13 years ago, 1 hour later, 2 hours after the original post[^][v]#454,283
TheOwl !xi8/JKFwzo joined in and replied with this 13 years ago, 7 hours later, 9 hours after the original post[^][v]#454,329
Is this like beat poetry
I like it
More please
Anonymous A (OP) replied with this 13 years ago, 5 minutes later, 10 hours after the original post[^][v]#454,330
@previous (TheOwl !xi8/JKFwzo)
There once was an owl who was from far cross the pond. Regal and mystic he wanders the chanosphere looking for, who knows but he, listing lazily...
Sorry I'm stoned, I've missed just pouring out words randomly and fluidly
Anonymous A (OP) double-posted this 13 years ago, 2 hours later, 12 hours after the original post[^][v]#454,351
Standing out in the snow, moon light all around, the hymn of humanity a dull moan against the starkness of the mountainside. Rocks jutting out, covered in a veil of white, trees standing like naked brothers and sisters, proudly still against the chill of the night.