Hellooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...
Off topic, Josh? I wrote the above post. And I submitted to paizo messageboards and now regret doing so...
- that would be its last line if the technology supported our true exchange.
If I caused confusion by posting, I didn't intend to. I had trouble reading the thread at first (it appeared empty) and tried posting to see if I could make your post appear.
Something cool - that I roughly understand
OZYMANDIAS
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
Percy Shelley
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'I am Tedmur, the daughter of the King of the Amalekites, of those who ruled the countries with equity.
I possessed what none of the Kings possessed, and ruled with justice, and acted impartially towards my subjects;
I gave and bestowed, and I lived a long time in the enjoyment of happiness and an easy life, and possessing emancipated female and male slaves.
Thus I did until the summoner of death came to my abode, and disasters occurred before me.
And the case was this:—Seven years in succession came upon us, during which no water descended on us from heaven, nor did any grass grow for us on the face of the earth.
So we ate what food we had in our dwellings, and after that we fell upon the beasts and ate them, and there remained nothing. Upon this, therefore, I caused the wealth to be brought, and meted it with a measure, and sent it by trusty men, who went about with it through all the districts, not leaving unvisited a single large city, to seek for some food.
But they found it not; and they returned to us with the wealth, after a long absence.
So thereupon we exposed to view our riches and our treasures, locked the gates of the fortresses in our city, and submitted ourselves to the decree of our Lord, committing our case to our Master;
and thus we all died, as thou beholdest, and left what we had built and what we had treasured.' - City of Brass
Judy Garland (Dorothy): Words, and poetry, and prose! Oh my!
I also write this on the off chance that brave Mairkurian is an equity feminist (as opposed to say a gender one) - my rebuttal, sir.
Yes, I'm very used to the zero-content rebuttal of my positions. What I've never gotten used to is the shocked looks on the faces of my interlocutors when they find that such rebuttals have zero effect on me.
Yes, I'm very used to the zero-content rebuttal of my positions. What I've never gotten used to is the shocked looks on the faces of my interlocutors when they find that such rebuttals have zero effect on me.
Yep - and I agree with all of that, but you can't just dismiss gay and cruelly beset upon Dorothy. Modern day Hypatia? Sure, some of the intense, definitive, absolutely resplendent humanism of the ancient world is missing in the contemporary but heart itself is in the right place. And this organ is buttressed fiercely by good old fashioned Kansas horse sense and resolve. Here's the argument.
First, Dorothy has real style. Let's call this equity. Everyone has got at least a modicum (even the clod), and isn't this as well the content regards the fairest thing anyone ever noticed, said, loved et al about a person?
Second, she has bedrock substance. Call this gender, for everyone has got one of these too even if it's currently all mixed up or brutally bludgeoned under the bizarre croaking scrutiny of one's own loathing monstrous, let alone if it were rock solid like tres buff (& wealthy) Ken. Or sublime fabulous Barbie. Is she the dream of some little girl? Or perhaps the surly extreme? Friend, it is both sugar and spice...
It turns out then that both equity and gender whether feminist or otherwise concern the same Oz truth. There really is no place like home. The final proof is classical - in both word and deed Dorothy likewise loved her home, could never bankrupt it, wouldn't even know how.
Say what????????
My bad, Jester. The maraschino nestled atop the Of Dorothy's Pie as just argued for above must be, "And that's why we remember her..."
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A postie, a toastie
Deconstruction of the mosty
Power over words
Rather than by them
Exercised Rightly
Confucius hears you
And weeps nightly
A colonial mimic you say?
Well certainly po-mo is gay
Unless you care about words and truth
But when power's your friend
No one dares ask for proof!
So I take my nightly leave with this:
'pon post-modernisms I piss.
As if from the sea foam, 'I have written a chapter expressly on the practical direction of our charity.' This time it's looking and as Mairkurion rather says well also liking the old school. Why not A3 Assault on the Aerie of the Slave Lords and in three parts: professionalism, impossible missions, and fealty to and understanding of the government being served?
Das Boot? No way, that ship already had its bad time and under the auspices of better sailors. Ours would be more direct, clear, and simply given as but a wrenching of cowards. Down with tired irony of its ironic. How many times must we hear of this tepid new? Down with our profligate Federalistas. How much wait before from the threat of death by crushing weight she weighs in as about as much as a duck? So death to true perfidy. Death to the pretender(s) who stand before even Sauron and before all, flaccid, depraved, marauderless, unified, masturbating away even the notion of our time.
Breath (The Pretenders et al) - is it rally round the family with a pocketful of shells? The mortar and pestle repetition so demanded still yields granularity, potency: Jung's procreant - among others, the buckshot for Christians, the hollow point for Buddhists, and the sea shells for...
...the goddess, queen of well-builded Krypos!
Uh...you're not the dude who shot the congresswoman posting from prison, are you?
I thought I recognized you. But can you explain to me what you were really thinking when you wrote Finnegans Wake? After a case of Natty Lite and a Popov chaser, I still can't wrap my head around it. Nor stay awake.
Thanks guys, I took sanity damage from reading this.
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Say what????????My bad, Jester. The maraschino nestled atop the Of Dorothy's Pie as just argued for above must be, "And that's why we remember her..."
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Please do me and the fellow posters on this board the utmost favor. Learn the English language and study the vernacular of its use. Please also stop the avoidance of the language filters as my children do at times read over my shoulders on some threads.
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Please do me and the fellow posters on this board the utmost favor. Learn the English language and study the vernacular of its use. Please also stop the avoidance of the language filters as my children do at times read over my shoulders on some threads.Say what????????My bad, Jester. The maraschino nestled atop the Of Dorothy's Pie as just argued for above must be, "And that's why we remember her..."
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Yeah, I flagged it for that same reason a few hours ago. :/
I removed a post. Inserting dashes to get around the profanity filter is not OK.
I removed another post like that one.
Basement Dweller.....?
Sun scorched, flood ravaged, the smell of burning eucalypt ever wafts near. Wary of serpents venomous, Arachnids deadly and monotremes most painful. Battler we call our selves in peace time, Digger in war.
Never had a basement - Ozymandis is old school gaming.
I banish thee back to long dead Carcosa
Along the shore the cloud waves break,
The twin suns sink behind the lake,
The shadows lengthen
In Carcosa.
Strange is the night where black stars rise,
And strange moons circle through the skies,
But stranger still is
Lost Carcosa.
Songs that the Hyades shall sing,
Where flap the tatters of the King,
Must die unheard in
Dim Carcosa.
Song of my soul, my voice is dead,
Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed
Shall dry and die in
Lost Carcosa.
—"Cassilda's Song" in The King in Yellow Act 1, Scene 2
Carucua? What do you know about Carsusa? You loved Elias? I am Carcuruda - barricuda burp; that's heart. You ain't no Springsteen long tall waddy. You feeling alright? I'm not feeling too good myself. Traffic 1968 Vietnam (or heroin?) - oh yeah.
Carucua? What do you know about Carsusa? You loved Elias? I am Carcuruda - barricuda burp; that's heart. You ain't no Springsteen long tall waddy. You feeling alright? I'm not feeling too good myself. Traffic 1968 Vietnam (or heroin?) - oh yeah.
Springsteen is no Barnes... Sold his soul with cigarettes to the black-market man, never stopped the dreams Or the growing need for speed and novacaine.
Oh the flame trees will blind the weary driver
And there's nothing else could set fire to this town
There's no change, there's no pace
Everything within its place
Just makes it harder to believe that she won't be around
Once I smoked a Danneman cigar
Drove a foreign car
Baby that was years ago
I left it all behind
Had a friend, I heard she died
On a needle she was crucified
Baby that was years ago
I left it all behind
WOAH. Beatnik rap battle. Cool.
I snorkeled in West Palm Beach once. First time snorkeling.
A great barracuda like a mobile bastard sword cruised under me, slowly, it's large glassy eye considering me. I never felt like dinner. Like another's dinner before, quite like that day. I don't think I ever remember anything wondering what I tasted like.
All I could do is put both hands over my groin and pull my legs up in a fetal ball so perhaps that vice grips mouth full of needles wouldn't tear into anything too deep, too dire, or too necessary.
It went away though.
And never darted back.
Now, replace 'Christmas' with 'Carcosa,'
and always remember that Judy Garland didn't have to do so to invoke the mood.
I removed more filter evading.
I removed another post. The warning "Do not use profanity or vulgar speech;" appears below the editing box for every messageboard post made on this site.
paizo cherry picked my posts. nuff said.
paizo cherry picked my posts. nuff said.
You broke the rules.... If you sail to close to the edge you may fall off.
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Sailing, sailing, sailing...
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paizo cherry picked my posts. nuff said.They removed the vulgarity and left the lunacy.
Fall off this. Call it cess pool to worth alchemy...
What if Google changed it's name to Googol?
What if the big eyed peepers turned into 1 followed by 100 zeros?
But until that happens, I live where the black man at the end of Gladiator placed me...
There, I live breathless, seething and frothing, bitter and dangerous -terrible as a Nazghul, dreadful, the dead Carsusa, the D&D after 40.
It's so nice when a new slaad thread opens up.
It's so nice when a new slaad thread opens up.
Buenos Noches.
One if by Steelers. Two if by Packers. Is this not of the Slaad?
HE DON'T EVEN HAVE A JOB!!!
HE LIVES IN HIS MOTHER'S BASEMENT!!!
- cry the minions of Set the table
Yet she(the girl in the corner, the passionate one, the one can kill you with a wink of her eye) - she don't care. She says today it makes good business sense. Says people are cruel. Wishes she weren't so fat.
I sure hope she calls... For at the end of the day after the jewels have lost their luster, all that's left is an old man's love for his daughter.
Go now, then, and kill this Salsa Doom and bring me back my daughter.
Senior Software Developer
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I get that this is fun for you, but it's not fun for us. I don't care if you're drunk, high or just having a good time, I do not want to have to read each of your posts carefully to figure out which of our messageboards guidelines you're breaking. Please take a few days off from our boards and decide if this really is the place for you.