Mitch

[size=1] This is rather off topic, but what the hell, this thread's dead as it is. Mango is the latin word for a slave trader--and the plural is Mangones, I think. Something close to that. I find it funny, because I can make the assumption that perhaps the english word [i]man[/i] was derived from this...? It may be a broad assumption, but it's an interesting one. Ah, not to mention the obvious food. Eh...I don't really like fruits or vegetables otherwise.[/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by craig8429 [/i] [B]I'm like a opium addict when it comes to LOTR, I just want more! [/B][/QUOTE] [size=1] Are you sure you want to make this comparison...? [quote]Arrived at my lodgings, it may be supposed that I lost not a moment in taking the quantity prescribed. I was necessarily ignorant of the whole art and mystery of opium-taking: and, what I took, I took under every disadvantage. But I took it: -- and in an hour, oh! Heavens! what a revulsion! what an upheaving, from its lowest depths, of the inner spirit! what an apocalypse of the world within me! That my pains had vanished, was now a trifle in my eyes: -- this negative effect was swallowed up in the immensity of those positive effects which had opened before me -- in the abyss of divine enjoyment thus suddenly revealed. Here was a panacea -- a [pharmakon nepenthez] for all human woes: here was the secret of happiness, about which philosophers had disputed for so many ages, at once discovered: happiness might now be bought for a penny, and carried in the waistcoat pocket: portable ecstasies might be had corked up in a pint bottle: and peace of mind could be sent down in gallons by the mail coach. But, if I talk in this way, the reader will think I am laughing: and I can assure him, that nobody will laugh long who deals much with opium: its pleasures even are of a grave and solemn complexion; and in his happiest state, the opium-eater cannot present himself in the character of Il Allegro: even then, he speaks and thinks as becomes Il Penseroso. Nevertheless, I have a very reprehensible way of jesting at times in the midst of my own misery: and, unless when I am checked by some more powerful feelings, I am afraid I shall be guilty of this indecent practice even in these annals of suffering or enjoyment. The reader must allow a little to my infirm nature in this respect: and with a few indulgences of that sort, I shall endeavour to be as grave, if not drowsy, as fits a theme like opium, so anti-mercurial as it really is, and so drowsy as it is falsely reputed. [/quote] (Yes, I am just trying to get you to read some more literature, *ahem*) [url]http://mural.uv.es/efuenva/pleasuresopium.html[/url][/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Transtic Nerve [/i] [B]What they need to do is switch Elementary School where High School used to be, then put Middle School where elemntary School used to be and then move high school to where middle school was. [/B][/QUOTE] [size=1] Middle, High, Elementary? Eh...okay. I think, TN, you've had too much sex today... That's the only conclusion I can come to lol. That took me myself a long time to figure out lol. You used such a vague way to put things..I'm not even sure I have it right. Instead, just say something like, "they should move highschool first, middle school last, and elementary school in the middle." It's a lot easier to understand... Whatever the case, you meant to do it like this obviously lol. Like I said, too much sex..[/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by PiroMunkie [/i] [B][size=1]o_O It reminds me a lot of the 'Untitled' track on [i]Sing the Sorrow[/i]. Very well done. I like it. =)[/size] [/B][/QUOTE] [size=1] Actually, the song isn't untitled. If you look in the booklet that comes along with the CD, it's on the last page. It is called "This Time Imperfect." Hah. I feel so cool to say that to Piro, teh AFI MASTER. Eh, anyways, it also reminds me of this song--mellow, driveling, incessant. It works pretty well, but it feels more like a paragraph than anything; I've just become so used to stanzas and stuff, heh. So yes...it was good. Like a sigh. And like a sigh, it didn't affect me to much, but it was a pretty nice ride.[/size]

[size=1] Hah. This year they changed our school schedule, so school starts at 8:25. So, I can sleep until 8:00 in the morning if I wish. I do sometimes, but I still end up getting up at 7:00 each morning or so. It doesn't really make a difference I'd say. I'm still as tired in the morning.[/size]

[size=1] "But you can't see something that really isn't there! I mean, yasee, it's like this: if something really isn't there, then you can't see it! And if you can't see it, then you can't say ya say it...cause it's just like that, yaknow!" Now, reread that. Instead of employing a dull, monochrome robo voice to it, which, in all honesty folks, isn't how my voice sounds, make it sound like some 12-year-old boy that sounds like he's bratting but is more or less just getting cryptic. I have an imagination, and therefore I do see things that aren't there. I remember I used to day dream, and those day dreams were so vivid it was like I was there, and not just seeing. [narcissistic sentence]I think I'm the next jesus, and God has shown me what to do.[/narcissistic sentence] Disregard that sentence, it doesn't exist. And you don't see it, either. And don't you read into it, either, because Jesus is dead. Get over it. Anyways, I don't quite know what you want us to say in this thread. Everyone sees something that isn't there at one time or another, dreams or elsewise. I'm just too lazy to really say what I see. I don't know if I get the chills, though. It sounds like perhaps you're going through menopause? Okay, that was mean, but anyways, I don't get chills often, or anything. I better shut up before I really tick someone off and they bash me... Shut up, you know, I wonder why the don't have an opposite of it...like Open down, or something...hm..[/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Sara [/i] [B][size=1]:toothy: Didn't see your post, heh. Cheers to Dagger, as well. But honestly. Y'all are nuts... [/size] [/B][/QUOTE] [size=1] Reminds me of the planter's commercials with that nut-dude. I really wonder why animal activists don't attack them for that, I mean it's helpless endangerment of peanuts. What will happen when the 'nuts go instinct, and go extinct? I just don't know...and I don't want to face it. If I sound like I need sleep, then I guess I do. I'd take sleep over OB any day...almost.[/size]

[size=1] I didn't care, so I didn't pay attention to it. Enough said.[/size]

[center][img]http://www.amorphis.net/farfromthesun/layout/covers/AMUNIVERSUM.gif[/img][/center] [size=1] I am really starting to love this band. I bought one of their newer CDs, [i]Am Universum[/i], for about 8 bucks...and slowly I've become really impressed. Supposedly they don't sound like they sound on this CD on their other CDs, though. But, briefly, the sound is a lot like Pink Floyd's. While not exactly...and far off from them in some ways, the main thing I'd say is that they are heavily instrumental. At least on this album, I mean. I'm not sure otherwise, though. I would definitely classify this as psychadelic rock. They even have a jazz sound briefly in some of their songs...a la Pink Floyd's [i]Dark Side of the Moon[/i]. If you want to download some of their stuff, just start off with "Alone." It's an amazing song and I've been listening over and over to it. They're definitely an aquired taste, but most good bands are. So this stuff takes a while to finally grow on you. [url=http://artists.mp3s.com/artist_song/1305/1305375.html]You can download an .mp3 of "Alone" here.[/url] And their website's at [url]www.amorphis.net[/url]. Here is a brief review of [i]Am Universum[/i]: [quote]If ever a band defined evolution, Amorphis is probably a good definition. They've moved from being a death metal-ish type band with their early stuff, with growling vocals and all of the expected death metal stylings, to being more of a straight melodic band with clean vocals and only the occasional growl heard on a tune. Tuonela, their last album in 1999, pretty much completed that transformation, being their most accessible album to date. In fact, it was such a transformation that the radio copies were stickered with a tracking primer, that let the faithful Amorphis fans know that track 5, Greed, featured the "old school death vox". I admit I was a bit scared this time around, when the tracking primer listed one of the tracks as "catchy". I expect that perhaps from an NSync CD, but it is nothing that I want with my Amorphis. I never look for catchy hooks when it comes to this band. My fears were needless though. The band has made the album that they tried so hard to make with Tuonela. All of the weak things on Tuonela that made the great record almost great have been fixed. Songwriting is solid throughout, with nary a weak tune in the bunch and Pasi Koskinen sounds great on vocals, and actually, the whole band sounds great as you would expect. There is even a bit of saxophone on the album on several tracks. As albums go, this is definitely a record that holds your focus from start to finish. Too often, an album can very easily become background music, which is something that happened with Tuonela - the album started strong, but never really went anywhere. Amorphis have crafted a very fine album that as soon as it is over, you want to listen to it again. As with all of their albums, it's very diverse too. Goddess(Of The Sad Man), and Crimson Wave are beautifully hard driving tunes with great riffs, while Veil Of Sin has an almost Pink Floyd vibe to it, and definitely brings to mind the two Hawkwind covers they did on the My Kantele e.p. several years ago. Overall, I love this record. I wish that American bands would churn out albums as fast as the Stratovariouses and Amorphises of the world, but that's another topic for another day. [/quote] Yeah. Just check out the band, that's mostly all I'm asking. That's the point of this thread. If you don't check them out, you suck. That's the bottom line. ...Eh. Yeah.[/size]

[size=1] I don't know. Supposedly a small amount of native american...and other such things. It's not something I've really looked into lol. I'm white, that's enough for me..[/size]

[size=1]dressed in a hearse put your hand on the stoneblock in the endless sea of my pattering ribs that broke under pressure sea pressure, tossing and turning, broken in the language i believed keep raining an alphabet the numerical silhouette of my teeth that says from my lips, patters my lips, crimps pleases don't let me choose my hands the water is rushing, hitting, i'm falling down trying to keep up keep around the procession of the A's and the B wanted a home a doctrined loving arm to hug and E was caught in my eye rubbing away the procession of ugliness as it dotted my flowers on the earth spinning in my arms in my hands in my life keep raining an alphabet drivel rain desperate plea for a place the numerical silhouette of my teeth tht says from my lips, patters my lips the spiral scissor cutting crimps of the wires cutting hands and hitting me down trying to keep up, keep around i'm falling down falling down in the words i had clutching them in my hands as it dotted my flowers, painted my hairs slow raining alphabet divine, we'll both go down like tonsil men speaking in coughs about fantasy of what was part everything in our lips and ever after in the drying rain we'll sit raw in our skins boiling the sweltering trees and our lip melted appeals the court is in session, cessation my direction i'm drowing. i'm drowning in my own words sputtering on the words i thought i knew i'm falling down i'm trying to keep up dressed in a hearse my whisper to the nurse the beating heart in its core want to stop it in my lungs the words i thought i knew falling down in words i had the slow raining alphabet they laugh. in open words. and hold the child hand in hand in the raining. they give. in open lashes. and hold the man in the open rain to catch the water. all drops of the words i thought i knew. [b][u]therapidrumsofblood[/b][/u] i got the sniffles falling from my nose to tears that rub holes in the sides of my cheeks i caught the disease from the weak it speaks to me i know it well it catches in my throat making me not feel so well i gotta speak but it's caught in my throat from the raw red in my way and it's starting to reek as it bleeds from my hands i got the sniffles drew my hanky from my pocket it's been labeled a joker as i stand in the rain washing it all be purged to cold exchange caught the disease from the sickness in the rain never quite felt the same my heart sits here and beats. THE rapid drums of blood. RED in the rain. LOVE. i'm washing it all be purged. WASHING IT ALL on the wet curb. H o w h a s it b e e n Has it BEEN WELL? HAVE you been the BEST? WAIT my little one. wait JUST a while. AS i SIT here in the RED rain. never quite felt. the same. THE rapid drums of BLOOD will carry you through the STORM. we'll never FEEL warm. Never FEEL too comfortable. i feel discarded. YOU feel sharded. WE feel slander in the rain. quiet down. QUIET down. qUiEt doWN. they'LL hear US. oh no Oh no OH No OHNO . we've caught THE SICKNESS. never felt too WELL since i caught the red RAIN. LOVE. i got the sniffles falling from my nose to tears that rub holes in the side of my cheeks i got a rose falling from your hands. it's wilting it's wilting ITS WILTING ITS WILTING i got a rose falling from your hands. it's wilting it's wilting ITS WILTING ITS WILTING where have you gone? where have you been? never quite felt the same. feel shot. feel abused. feel used. feel slew. and where are you? my heart sits here and beats. stabbed a stake in my head and said i killed my dead. bludgeoned my heart to a brain and gave it a parade. my ignorance is on its GAME. my love is turning to a CHARADE. and where are you? and WHERE ARE YOU? all i got was a rose falling from YOUR HANDS. all i got was red rain on the CURB. THE RAPID DRUMS of BLOOD will CaRRY you THROUGH the storm will carry you through the storm THROUGH the STORM through the will carry you to your doom to your end to the slow train that takes you away AND ILL to you. and death TO YOU. and I HATE YOU. and everLASTING peace my heart SITSHERE and BEATS. i caught a disease and i can't help but cry and i rub it all away to tears on my cheeks that only make holes all over my face. and all i got was a falling rose from your hands.[/size]

[size=1] It's a video game show? Why else wouldn't I watch it? Really, to tell you the truth, I [i]very[/i] rarely ever watch TV anymore. I did watch this show last night, though. Otherwise I haven't watched TV all this week..[/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by wrist cutter [/i] [B]James and the other staff have been considering this for a long time. I suggest you PM every staff member individually and tell them about your great idea, it will come into existance faster that way. [/B][/QUOTE] [size=1] Heh, yes. You never cease to amuse me. Sara summed it all up, mostly...ah... The good old days.[/size]

[size=1]millions of fingers tendon me brush me caress me fall on me MiLlions of FINGERS all bleeding roses hit me ON the ground never WANTed This skin peel back THE skin take it BaCk pull it bACK now doesnt IT feel better with the skin gone and FAITH wasting away bleedING RoSES on their HANds as the hearse GoES rOUND and round merry goround ashes ASHES we all FALL DOWN on THE ground Fall DOWN on the GROUND FaLL Down on THE ground milLIons of fingers CaRESSinG me all AroUnd NoW take THE SKIN and PUlL it Back take ThE SkIn and PULL it back Now doesnt that FEEL Better doesnt that FEEL so good On the FLooR and ON The WALL SHAKey EyEs WheRe haVE you Been waiTING so PATIENTly so SILENTly THE blEEDing RoSES are COMing like THIS disGRACE me WAITing so patientLY so silentLY the BLEeDing roSES SilenTLY WaiTING so SILENtly DIDnt want this skin TAKE it back PULL it back TAKE IT OFF and wear it IN THE DEATH MusCLes are WHAT will get you FAr MUSCles are WHAT we use WHEn We BREATHE The BLEEDing RosES that FALL aSLEEP betWEEN you and ME The BLEEDing RosES of HANDS tendon me caress ME BLeeDIng ROses On THEIR HANDS as the hearse drives BY where HE WILL BE buried ALIVE going ROUND and round and ROUND merryGOROUND THE swing IS rusTY from all THE FINGERS THey PLAce the ROSes on his GRAVE LEFT TO BLEEd and rot AWay [/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Shroom [/i] [B] Next is one I just recently read and I am ASTOUNDED not one person mentioned it. "[b]Flowers For Algernon[/b]". It's about a retarded man named Charlie Gordon, who undergos an operation that will help make him smarter, however he becomes a super genius and get's really messed up. [spoiler]The end is so sad too, his intelligence starts regressing and he becomes retarded again. He has no recollection of it (except a few minor things) or his love affair with his former teacher Alice.[/spoiler] There you have it...the only 2 books I've ever enjoyed reading. [/B][/QUOTE] [size=1] Man, you get a gold star for mentioning that. I remember reading that story...and I [i]absolutely[/i] love it. It's genius.[/size]

[size=1] I wasn't referring to Japanese music; I was referring to music in general. It's probably because most Japanese music could be classified as "J-Pop," which I would place with the American equivalent, "Pop." Most songs do have meanings...and Japanese songs aren't an exception at all I'd say.[/size] [quote] Lyrics and music don't mix...[/quote] [size=1]Yes, they do.[/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Transtic Nerve [/i] [B]Cause music has nothing to do with singing. Or lyrics. Music are instruments being played to create harmony and melody. Lyrics are words put into a song that most of the time don't make any sense anyway, so why does it matter? I don't listen for American lyrics, I'm certainly not going to care about Japanese ones. [/B][/QUOTE] [size=1] You are [i]dead[/i] wrong Transtick. Lyrics and instrumentals mesh together in a song to form a beautiful living, breathing catharsis. They are both equally, if not congruently, important to me personally; and they are both important to one another to an extent. And yes, almost [b][i]all[/b][/i] song lyrics do have a meaning. It's just those people, such as you, that don't understand these meanings. Poetry and lyrics are pretty closely related in my opinion. To discredit lyrics is to not truly feel the truety of music.[/size]

[size=1] It's a good idea, Cloricus, that I haven't ever really taken action on. Firstly, let me explain and elaborate some things. Tony, Semjaza here on the boards, gave me this old password and old screenname of his he had. Using this, I would sign on to guest and get unlimited time and no interdictions. This went on for about a month or so. Then, inevitably, they caught me. I was on at really late in the night, and my Mom just barged in. They tried to see how I got on, and considered I was using guest somehow. They tried to get me to tell them how, but I wouldn't tell them. Then they took away my power cord. So then I bought one with my own money. Then they found out again. Then they took away my monitor power cable as well. This is how zealous they are about this. And when I am online, my Dad often screams at me randomly to get off. I got my computer back recently, and since have decided against doing anything to try and intervene around the rules set forth for me. And so I don't want to do anything else as such. It really isn't that bad. The internet isn't everything, you know.[/size]

[size=1] If you "coined" the phrase, then it's of your own design, and thereby I won't be labeled by it. As for what you said, you are right, you have crushed what I said. I tend to overlook things, it can be said. Otherwise...we can continue to go back and forth about what abstract is, and we shall keep contradicting one another. I myself tire of this. I don't believe "abstractism" is what you say it is. Something that is abstract is a lot of things--it is a combination of originality, surprise, intuition, invention, innovation, and too many other things to list. And when you get down to it, all of these things I listed themselves aren't abstract in certain situations--just as you've taken comparisons from basic works of art, such as movies and poems.[/size]

[size=1] "I'll knock myself dead all right, with your neatness around my neck," I said, laughing at the end, placing in the obvious sarcasm. "Oh, and will you? What do you have against neatness, hmm?" I again smiled. "Well, let's just say neatness...is too neat. You've seen a mess before, right?" "Of course I have. Do I really look like I don't get out that much. Oh please." "Oh please indeed," I chuckled, "Anyways, I think messes themselves are pretty neat, wouldn't you say?" "Sure," she said, then, "I'm sure I'm supposed to laugh at the pun, too, aren't I?" "Oh please," I teased back, then finally got serious again. "Well, I mean it. Don't you think messes are beautiful and just...amazing?" "Mm, I suppose." "Well, at least you 'suppose,' that's better than nothing, I guess," I said, ending the little conversation, getting back to my music. "I really like Alice In Chains," I muttered under my breath.[/size]

[size=1] The bag swung down from my hands as I hoisted it onto the tabletop surface of the dresser that was in the room. "I'm not blonde," I said simply, running my hands through my hair, then unzipping my dufflebag. "...Not...blah--what?" the girl I had found as I had walked into the room said. I ignored her momentarily as I took out my stereo system I had brought along, and then my two CD cases containing all the CDs I had ever owned. I looked at them as a child may look upon a box which would soon become a flying, sputtering space ship that would take them to the moon, yet only keep them on the Earth. I turned to her, still holding my CD cases. "I'm not blonde, obviously. That would be my friend Tony...he has blonde hair." "Oh," she said simply, in a way that said, "Am I really being this stupid to make these wrong assumptions to this guy that just walked in here?" "Yeah, so what's your name again? I'd rather not just call you "girl" as it is the only name I can remember...at this point." "My name is D'Ann. It rhymes with Sand, and--" "You think the name's grand? I can rhyme too, heh." I made a small smile, trying to be amicable. "I write poetry pretty often." "Me too! And what was your name, then....?" "...Mitch," I said, then turned back around. I moved the dresser aside a bit, looking for an electricity outlet, and found it. It stood on the side of the wall, its two plug-ins with their holes standing motionless. Grabbing my stereo, I took the cord and plugged it in, then flipped my stereo on, the red light on its face lighting up like a manical, red eye. I turned back to D'Ann, motioning to my stereo with my hands. "...Is it okay...if I?" She looked at me, interest buried somewhere in her eyes. "Sure," she said. "What'cha going to play, anyways? How about some Hendrix...?" "Eh, I don't have any. I'll just surprise you...how does that sound?" "Sure," she said. "All right." I turned around again, and took out a certain CD from a certain one of my CD cases, looking at the CD with all of the spark of a child, and soon I was off to the moon, but still grounded to the Earth.[/size]

[size=1] It was just an example, heh. Yes, it does lose its focus on that one word, wisdom. By having that comma there, it allowed the reader to just pause: She had, in her wisdom, told me...blah blah blah. Wisdom's just more apparent with the commas seperating it. And yes, I probably could have been more harsh, and went through it sentence by sentence, saying that this could be done and that could be done lol.[/size]

[size=1] My greatest achievement....?!? That I shall die one day. Probably not, but might as well say it for dramatics.[/size] [QUOTE][i]Originally posted by wrist cutter [/i] [B]Easy: I made the first website in English totally dedicated to Porno Graffitti. Go me. [/B][/QUOTE] [size=1] Damn right. Go you. I can't seem to get enough of go you, either.[/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Harry [/i] [B]No it's just you. Everyone else finds school uplifting and very enjoyable. We also all love detentions, and personally you're the only one I've ever heard of that puts his books face down. [/B][/QUOTE] [size=1] Harry, my Man, 666th post. Don't post again lol. I guess I would miss you, though. Mm. Right now, at this time of 11:41 AM, on the Date of October 9th, 2003, I am sick of school and would rather be at home.[/size]

[size=1] Of course I write for myself, mostly. But considering that Harper has one masterpiece of a book, and she has mostly world recognition, wouldn't you think, if I were her, I'd want people to read more of my stuff? One of the main joys of being a writer is seeing your stuff publshed, I'd say. And seeing people's reactions to your writing. When I'm writing, I try to be a reader as well as a writer, and I often stop and read back what I wrote, see if the reader side of me likes it. Sometimes I even write a piece with the intentionsomeone certain reading it, trying to imagine if they'll laugh here, or if they'll smile here, or if they'll do anything here. This is one of the things I enjoy most about writing, seeing what other people think of my writing, and seeing what makes them laugh where I meant it to be funny, and other such things. If you want a cut reason why I write? I write because I think I am good at it and I want to get even better. Is that good enough?[/size]