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Thirty-Ninth Floor: Under the Running Board

POSTED BY: LightMeDark
UPDATED: Monday, March 19, 2007 20:55
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Thursday, February 22, 2007 10:03 PM

I'll have a pomegranate martini, y0.

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Friday, February 23, 2007 12:28 PM

Hey Brother, I've some pomegranate schnapps for the upcoming Lethe Water, though I doubt I'll actually participate in the Greek Thing.
I'm just stopping by briefly for my final farewells, Or maybe I've Come to stay. Have I mentioned that I'm evil? Not that it matters, no one even noticed that I haven't posted recently, and if they did, they were thankful.
I didn't want to post here again, ever. Yet here it is 7:15 am and I've yet to sleep. I've noticed a great deal of selective knowledge lately. Some people know what I'm talking about. I'm a bit overly self-medicated to make it make sense to others. I wish I could make it make sense to some, Seryn at least, as she's not on my LJ list, so She doesn't know what I've recently devulged. Yet I wonder, who will believe the pyschotic ramblings of a madman over the well maintained mask of deception?
Yet... Here I am. I ramble because I've run enough. And those that have enjoyed my running should now tremble, for I am vengence.
I'm still in a place that makes other people's words express what I'm thinking better that I can my own self. I'm trying to evolve, but not yet. So, two brief songs if you dare:
I am:

=
Lyric: http://www.marillion.com/music/lyrics/seasons.htm#guest
except for the "love's you best" part. *something deleted here*
and also, This one really says it all better than I could. Not because I'm daft (though that may be a factor) but because they are so brilliant. This one was possibly my least favourite song until you revealed yourself. Now it clearly makes perfect sense.... I mean, clearly.
Quartz:


Lyric: http://www.marillion.com/music/lyrics/anorak.htm#quartz


-The Banquo at your banquet
-The Crystal Digited One.
Oh, tags were reset somehow...............
that no longer means what it used to, yet it does.




"But you sleep like a ghost with me
It's as simple as that
So tell me I'm mad
Roll me up and breathe me in
Come to my madness
My opium den
Come to my madness
Make sense of it again."
-Marillion -Goodbye to all that III the Opium Den -Brave
http://www.marillion.com/music/lyrics/brave.htm#goodbye

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Friday, February 23, 2007 1:18 PM

Dude! I know you are make a intense and valiant attempt a communication, but what the hell are you trying to say? If you were any more cryptic you could get a job with the government deluding the public. If you are going to leave I know better that to stop you, because, let's face it, I can't, but you will be missed. However if a time apart allows you to do the things you need to do, then for all that is holy go.
In the mean time get some sleep, it's what I would do if I could.

Scorpion Regent

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Friday, February 23, 2007 1:38 PM

Quote:

Originally posted by LightMeDark:
I'll have a pomegranate martini, y0.



Ooh! YUM! That sounds good. Can I have one of those next?

Serenity,
President of The Juggled Gosling Chatroom
Bride8
Wielder of the Magic Frying Pan of Sleep

http://callmeserenity.livejournal.com/

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Friday, February 23, 2007 3:17 PM

My, that was awfully good. Now hand me one of them fancy ones. There's some kind of serious talk going on, and I'm not drunk enough to be involved yet.


May you have enough.

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Saturday, February 24, 2007 5:11 AM

Oh, we're not involved, just friends, not that there's anything wrong with that.

Scorpion Regent

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Saturday, February 24, 2007 10:47 AM

Don't talk about alcohol around me.

Is that cockroach shuffling to loudly or is it just me?

I'm going to be sick.



More insane ramblings by the people who brought you beeeer milkshakes!
No one can see their reflection in running water. It is only in still water that we can see.

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Saturday, February 24, 2007 2:00 PM

*Comes in, turns the stereo on really loud, starts banging around in the kitchen.*


Poor Seanny, but that's what happens when one doesn't drink too much alcohol.



Serenity,
President of The Juggled Gosling Chatroom
Bride8
Wielder of the Magic Frying Pan of Sleep

http://callmeserenity.livejournal.com/

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Saturday, February 24, 2007 2:04 PM

Quote:

Originally posted by CallMeSerenity:
that's what happens when one doesn't drink too much alcohol.

Oh, I better get myself a beer then.



More insane ramblings by the people who brought you beeeer milkshakes!
No one can see their reflection in running water. It is only in still water that we can see.

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Saturday, February 24, 2007 5:41 PM

Good idea. I'm told that the best thing for a hangover is more alcohol.

I've never had a hangover, so I can't attest to the truthfulness of this statement.

Serenity,
President of The Juggled Gosling Chatroom
Bride8
Wielder of the Magic Frying Pan of Sleep

http://callmeserenity.livejournal.com/

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