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Ok well, I found out yesterday that I'm not the only freakish alien from mars/soon to be dead sufferer of terminal illness/ or anything else you guys came up with. I found two more guys at school who's hands do the same thing, none of us knows why, but at least if i cark it then I aint going to be heading off alone lol. O well back to the probing and prodding.

Yeessssss, musically,,,, thats what I meant. Na i pretty much meant anything, although there is no need to mention any excessive use of narcotics, I mean Reallly....

Ok I was sitting here, music playing as it usually is and I got caught up in the lirics for Jimies Chiken Shacks, "High" so I thought to myself, thats an awfully good question -(In response to the line "What does it take to get you high?") So I thought I would ask what other peoples opinions on the song are? I find that it makes clear the fact that everyone is looking for the next high, I dont necisarily mean drugs either, but to me at least the lirics stike a chord of truth, I await your opinions.

When the occasion calls for it, The Fragile by Nine Inch Nails, it works through alot of issues Also one when that gets me into the thinking objectivly when im pissed off, is "If You Die Your Dead" by Jimmies Chiken Shack There would be plenty plenty more, but those are the two that have had me thinking most recently.

Yea, it's not something often written about, or talked about for that matter, I think people would much rather not believe that people can actually be like that, but I know they certainly can. You wrote that VERY well, even though it seemed simple enough in style, the point came through, the urgency, relief shame, possibly helped by personal experiences, but it was quite clear to me the emotion wrapped up in the story, quite marvellous, Bravo Bravo *clap clap*.

In case you think you recognise the first line or part there of, and think I'm a hack who stole this poem, I'll make the disclaimer in a pre-emptive strike. I took lyrics from a couple of songs I was listening to when I was feeling this way, so I chopped em up and twisted them around, the rest of the poem is my thoughts, so not as comprehendible as some, I think this ones a bit less of a poem, more a statement in prose, I hope at least some people who read it understand. Just thought I would mention that. Drive-bys and faith healings, this ringing in my head -- angel's eyes Leafing through my thoughts, an open book to those who look A twisted story to those who care, My thoughts of love, of my beauty fair. In a world gone mad, spinning out of control A crazy man preaches from his soapbox on high His parish, small, his followers strong A single stray bullet, copper cased death, Rips into his heart, put end to his breath A mugger, a thief lies silent in wait His prey an old man, frail in age Easy pickings, a big score, I party tonight A loyal friend, honest of heart betrayed by his partner, the one who he knew alone now as one, where once they were two As the world spins around, as we all lose our way As the muses of fate, choose our next way A chance, a luck, of indecision we live Unjust, unfair, all this is true, what you fail to see, all this is you.

Reading through all these posts make me wonder, as to how weird i am. Most of those things dont scare me, admittedly as Jesuschicken said, it depends on the situation, but alot of them actually excite me. I mean if there is a spider crawling up my leg, il jump up and down like the rest of them, but being choked is kinda exciting for me, up untill the point that my face goes purple, which one guy did to me. I like sitting in the dark, spiders and bugs dont worry me, unless they are poisoness and on me. As for hights, again exciting, slightly scary though, but more thrilling than scary. But yea there are some things that really do scare me, burning to death is one, drowning(for some reson its worse that choking) and eternal lonliness is a pretty damn intimidating little gem. So yea, weird is me maybe i have a thing for fear or something.

I know this story though, its the story of any of us poor sods living here. But yea you do tell it rather well jackums, nice mastery of the written word. You should know i wouldnt make fun of you, unless of course it was a public forum where you could be horribly embarrassed..... Hang on, this otaku boards thing can be accessed by anyone cant it?.... in that case..........

This one is a little bit off I think, its about me, I've got this really weird thing wrong with my stomach, all the doctors can say is that theres something wrong, but not what. They've had a look down my throat with the camera thing, i should know what its called but i forget and all they could say is that its inflamed and we have no idea why. It's really frustrating so i figured i might try and exorcise some daemons, dont know how well it worked but nyway here it is, like i said it sems to me to be a little off but anyways. A brewing death, bubbles in my chest, discomfort rolling, radiating, excrusiating, Difficulty of discomfort, loss of the social comfort, trapped in my house, trapped in my mind, Am I still ill, am I dreaming still, the doctor provide a pill, a tablet my fears to quell, As I live alone, my friends my ills unknown, lost in a world of electronic interaction, how I long for social interaction,

Well, I enjoyed that immensly. Going back into their earlyer workings is something I've never done very well, but htis may well have made me work harder at it. During the early stuff I was young and naieve, thus missed it all, my small cache of money also barely allows me to keep up with my music, so I have to be fairly sure what I'm buyng. Knowing the respect that NIN is owed I'ts always been a fairly safe bet for me, but i never really got around to it. I'm now inspired thanks thats been helpful, may i soon grace my soundsystem with the older stuff. Maybe then i can post on them with as much knowledge as you.

Hi, my names,,,, Steve,,, every, day ,, is,,, a bonus. No I'm not dead, yet. Subjecting myself to scientific experimentation is looking like a good idea, might make some spare cash on the side too, win/die situation, how can I lose.

Shadowrun, is not an overly obscure game, but it is a bit older and you might find that it tends to only be popular amoung twenty something year olds. That is my experience anyway, but I dont mind, the twenty year olds im talking about are some of the cooler people I know in my town. As for the attraction of paper and pen games, which by the way nobody has discussed yet, I think it's the chance to be someone else, most people would prefer to be a mighty warrior or gun toting hero than their actual selves.

To discribe best me, I can only think of an entire cd - It's the soundtrack to The Crow(the original with Brandon Lee) - but for the sake of it I will try and pick just one or three of the most acurate songs, there are plently more songs I would need to be accurate, but for the sake of your interest, I wont go listing them all. The Cure - Burn don't look, don't look the shadows breathe whispering me away from you don't wake at night to watch her sleep you know that you will always see this trembling, adored, toussled bird-mad girl every night i burn every night i call your name every night i burn every night i fall again don't talk of love 'cause shadows blur murmuring me away from you don't talk of worlds that never were the end is always ever true there's nothing you can ever say nothing you can ever do still every night i burn every night i scream your name every night i burn every night the dream's the same every night i burn waiting for my only friend every night i burn waiting for the world to end just paint your face and shadow smile slipping me away from you oh it doesn't matter how you hide find you if we're wanting to so slide back down and close your eyes sleep awhile - you must be tired when every night i burn every night i call your name every night i burn every night i fall again every night i burn scream the animal screams every night i burn dream the crow black dream dream the crow black dream Still every night I burn, every night I scream your name. Every night I burn, Every night the dream's the same. Every night I burn, screaming the animal scream Every night I burn, dreaming the crow-black dream. yeah, yeah Dreaming the crow-black dream... Violent Femmes - Colour me once Color me once, Color me twice, Everything gonna turn out nice. Everlasting love, you gotta keep me from these false alarms Alarm, alarm I seem so sad. Ring, ring I see her I'm glad. Maybe, maybe the fire of her desire Patience, patience said the man, Patience, patience, I can't understand. Patience like a man and a wife. I got patience on my neck like a coco that. I say, Jack be nimble, Jack fall dead, Jack bend over and give Jilly head. Oh, you gotta help my body heal my soul. Dead men working, a sinner, a saint. Mixing up a pail of paint. Painted the house, black as night, When the sun came up the house was white. Gotta go on, gotta go on, we gotta go on, you gotta go on, we gotta go on Stone Temple Pilots - Big empty Driving faster in my car Falling farther from just what we are Smoke a cigarette and lie some more These conversations kill. Falling faster in my car. Time to take her home, her dizzy head is conscious laden. Time to take a ride it leaves today no conversation Time to take her home her dizzy head is conscious laden time to wait too long, to wait too long, to wait too long. Too much walking shoes worn thin too much trippin' and my soul's worn thin Time to catch her ride it leaves today, her name is what it means Too much walking shoe worn thin Time to take her home, her dizzy head is conscious laden. Time to take a ride it leaves today no conversation Time to take her home her dizzy head is conscious laden time to wait too long, to wait too long, to wait too long. Conversations kill Conversations kill Conversations kill Time to take her home, her dizzy head is conscious laden. Time to take a ride it leaves today no conversation Time to take her home her dizzy head is conscious laden time to wait too long, to wait too long, to wait too long. Conversations kill Conversations kill Conversations kill

Yea, thats more what I had been hearing, that they were finding the length of production for a full LP a bit much and were leaning heavily towards EP releases from now on. Although they never really seem to be bounded by decisions they make, and I wouldnt be at all surprised if they went and did a two CD album, just to keep us fans on the backfoot, they're quite good at that.

To OD on pot you have to smoke so much, that you would fall asleep from carbon monoxide poisoning before you could get a tenth of a lethal dose of the actual narcotic in marijuana. I dont know the exact amount of weed but it would be thousands of cones, you couldn't do it if you tried. As for quiting, I would, depending on how strong your willpower is, either stop cold turkey, just tell yourself no more and stick with it, I've found that works but is extreamly hard, an easier way is to wean yourself down, seeing as how chances are what you are doing is illegal, I would try and wean down quick before you get caught, try something like a "reward" system go for as long as you can without using it, reward yourself when you can't go any longer without it, and increase the time you dont use it whenever you can. That was the way that worked best for me when I needed to stop what I was doing. You said about all you had in your life was your girlfriend and a few close friends, then be with them more, instead of smoking a joint, call your girlfriend and talk to her. Whatever works but i really do suggest you stop, quickly.

OK it's quite cold up my way at the moment, personally I like the cold and dont feel it, my extremities just go numb. I noticed the other day when I got in a bit of a fight I lost some skin to my oponents fingernails, deep enough to draw blod but not painful enough to notice untill afterwards. When I did notice them I was surprised to see that instead of red, the little bit of blood seeping out was rather prominantly orange, I wiped it away and the gouges still were tinted orange, everyone found this quite weird. Then the other day I was washing the car and my hands were really numb because of the water and the cold, and noticed that there were maybe a dozen or so areas that looked like orange bruises each about the size of a 5 cent piece on the backs of them. Also one other time at school there was a larger orange spot the size of a twenty cent piece surrounded by a slightly purple tinge on my forearm. If you think I'm making this up that ok, I'm not, but its ok, I was just wondering if anyone else has experienced this sort of thing or knows what is going on, it's really quite weird and I would love to know what the deal is.

This is one life I know, the man tells the truth. Only thing that surprised me was that he didn't break Greg's sticks, I've watched this man play and you can often see the splinters flashing in the air as he grinds them down to toothpicks. Bout the only other thing I am really qualified to say is, top job on your spelling, better than I had expected mate. I am going to have to drag a bit more of this book out of you at some time.

Yea, thankyou, personally I think one of my biggest problems is timing and rythym. The basis of the poem is usually there but I can never seem to get the flow quite right, but with hope that will come to me in time. Certainly I have improved from when i first started, I just hope that I continue to improve.

"Doing stuff most bands didn't even concider way back then" I think that sums up the attraction of NIN admirably. Their music can be quite hypnotic and thought provoking at times, especially when you dont focus on the words but the sound as a whole. NIN are setting paths that other bands in the genre should follow but don't and it is as much as shame as it is a blessing, a shame that there aren't other bands with the quality of music, and a blessing that NIN is making the music nobody else can match. They are up there with the big names for good reason, so sit up and take notice, they are worth the time for a listen.

Ahhh RATM, just the amount of well,, rage zack brought to the music, it rarely mattered if you could understand him or not, he got the point across. Yes the Rage engine has died down a little in Audioslave, but you have to appreciate that they are now making a very different kind of music. Hell you take a look at soundgardens music (Chris Cornells old band) and you realise how different the music Cornell is singing is compared to what he used to be belting out. Rage was as much a message and train of thought as a band, and with that I truley repected them. Zack had opinions, and he made them heard because he could, he used his influencial position not to influence but to inform, to make both sides of the stories known. There are alot of bands who could learn more than a thing or two from Rage, if not in the music then deffinatly in the driving forces and opinions that should form the backbone of any truley great band.

Semjaza Azazel seems to have made my point admirably, they are useful things when you are stuck downtown with no way to get home, or are locked out of the house, but the problem arises with people who shouldn?t have them having them e.g. 8 year old kids and people using them where they shouldn?t e.g. movie theatres. My phone- I realise what a yuppie it must seem I am- plays music (inbuilt MP3 payer) and that?s nearly all I use it for, 10 dollars worth of credit will last me months and months because I use it almost exclusively for emergencies. The other thing I cant stand is how people almost always talk louder than normal on the things, some people are practically yelling, the phones are useful- the owners as a rule (thus having exceptions) are blights to humanity, people need to learn some consideration

For me this sort of stuff happens rarely but when it does, it does bigtime, it's worse when im asleep probably because im not able to concentrate on my muscles and I will literally twitch myself out of bed in one big heave, usually smashing my face into the edge of my bedside table on the way down. Thats not pleasant. The few times it has happened while I am awake it is usually just my arm or leg, but sometimes my arm or leg has lashed out pretty seriously and I have whacked someone, but the worst is when your sitting at a schooldesk and your knee suddenly drives up into the metal frame and you have to try not to squirm with pain or yelp because the teachers will be after your blood for disrupting class. I'm often a smartass so alot of teachers will grab at an opertunity to have a go at me, even if they are normally pretty reasonable.

That little blue pill, to heal all my ills, that little blue pill, a void it trys to fill, But that little blue pill, does little to help me, makes me feel somewhat empty, makes me feel that i am impared, That little blue pill, in its silver sealed wrap, that little blue pill to fix all the crap, that little blue pill my strength do it sap a letter P imprinted on its side, its meaning unknown, its purpose does hide, as i swallow this blue pill, as it disappears down inside, Disolve to my blood stream, travel to my brain, asert itself into my thoughts, try and keep death off my mind, a mighty battle my body fought, but the chemicals will always win, We are a medicated nation. If I keep this up I am liable to run out of life experiences and have to stop writing all together for a while. This therefore may or may not be the last poem I write for a while, I can't be sure, I never know when the mood might take me, but right now I am fairly out of stuff to say. ---- Not a common occurance, I often wont shut up when it is in my best intrests to, but first time for everything and all that...

Yea another point that probably needs to be made clear to alot of people, wicca and witchcraft, very different things. Its been touched upon but not explained in more detail, wiccan worship is the belief that all aspects of nature and life hold a part of a great spirit, a sentinence of nature. Wiccans worship this and for want of a better term could be concidered spiritualistic "greenies". Witches however sell parts of their soul to the Devil for a thing called a witchboon, if someone wanted someone else to become ill they would make a pact with Satan and give him part of their soul, these witchboons are addictive and son a witch will have sold their entire soul to Satan. And please, even i with my limited knowledge do not appreciate those who refer to the wican worship as "fun" something to do when you are bored, its really quite involved and spiritual, if your interested try and appreciate it for what it is.

OH, believe me Losingfaith, i know what a world of hurt is like, i know much more than anyone should know, but i trust her, i care for her one hell of alot, so i think i should be pretty safe this time, ive learned quickly how to know if someone can be trusted or not. I believe and hope that she can.