This is just messed up. Also, some leaders are definitely missing off of this list.
Re: Random internet finds
Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2012 8:25 pm
by Silimir
that's just wrong.
Re: Random internet finds
Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2012 12:27 am
by mythu
(Get to know my randomness..they reavealed to me very fast)
Spoiler! :
[!}If this didn't caught my interest it would have been nothing
Am Pòsadh Deireannach/The Final Marriage
Lodaidh MacFhionghain
I want nothing,
I want everything,
I am completely alone,
I am in full companionship,
I desire everything,
I desire nothing,
Every feeling,
Every desire,
Every thought,
I have felt for you and for everything
That runs through my mind
I am not these
These are not me
I am a puny essence of the vast universe,
I am the blowing of the wind in the trees,
I am the lapping of the sea on the silent strand,
I am the rain that falls and cleanses,
I am the muck of rivers and ponds and oceans,
I am every thing that moves, that breathes, that grows, that withers,
I am all this,
And I am nothing in the eternity of the seasons
Spoiler! :
Nudes
Lesley Harrison
i.
I am not naked as I am; I am naked as you see me.
I am in my hands, my voice, my clothes.
I am never only naked.
I am disguised by my skin, by you looking at me.
I put on my nudity for you.
I have time for you to look at me. I am only beautiful.
I am in front. You are in front of me. We are inseparable.
I have no origin. You do not touch me.
ii.
I am a loved woman, who is naked.
I am undressed in my nudity.
I am more like other women than like you.
I have before and after. I am out of the moment.
I am the light and shade you feel.
I am paid in silences.
I am in my body. I am here, in front of you.
I am hidden to myself; you are the only one who sees me.
Spoiler! :
Elegy for the St. Kildans
Stephanie Green
Why would I need this thing called a mirror?
I know I have my father’s eyes.
I know I am beautiful in my lover’s eyes.
I know a pool which tells me no lies.
Why would I need these things called trees?
I have shelter in the stone and turf of my house,
I have warmth from burning peat and dulse
I have lamp oil from fulmars and gannets.
Why would I need this thing called money?
That which I cannot barter is like sand;
That which leaves an empty mouth and hand,
That which is not itself, I cannot understand.
Why would I choose this thing called war?
Why would I want the parliament to fight?
Why would I sacrifice my sons to be in the right?
Why would I want death instead of clear sight?
Why would I need this thing called writing?
If we don’t speak with our mouths and heart,
If we lose our memory, we lose our past;
If we fix our story, it will die at last.
(Note: Until fairly late, the St. Kildans had no words for a mirror, a
tree, money, war or writing.)
Spoiler! :
Genesis & Tinnitus
Eddie Gibbons
In The Beginning
was the First Word.
A man heard it.
In The End
was the Last Word.
A woman had it.
Spoiler! :
Cats, purring
Gordon Meade
We should have guessed that when cats leap
into our laps, settle down, and start to purr,
they are doing it, primarily, for themselves.
Apparently, it is a form of healing.
Depending on which vibrations they decide
to use, different parts of their bodies will be
on the mend. In the end, I imagine it is a bit
like Tibetan sound healing. I am convinced
that cats have discovered the Bon Buddhist
practice of the Five Warrior Syllables. It is only
because our sense of hearing is so dull that
all we register are the sounds of the purrs.
Spoiler! :
The Indigo Children
Ginny Sullivan
Are the indigo children so dark
you can’t tell if they’re black or blue,
the colour faded so that all that is left
is an absence of colour?
Do they push away meaning
because it refracts what they know
and distorts what they see?
Are they so damaged by their journey
from which they started safe and small
that they retouch it as defiled,
repaint its soft lines,
revise it to a new truth
of which they are the sole guardians,
the keepers of the flame?
Or have the indigo children taken up
anger as a cause,
rejection as an ideology,
hurt as a raison d’être,
disinterest as a blockade
against the known world,
in the face of kindness,
honour, morality and conscience?
When the indigo children leave behind
their hearths and homes,
the arms that held them
and the voices that inspired them,
do we let them go and forget they were ever ours,
small origins of excellence and joy,
startling expressions of self and humanity?
Do we pretend they never emerged
from our bodies
into this world where they fade
into the blackness of the night
as they once floated in the blackness of the womb,
and tear them like nightmares
flapping from our hearts?
Spoiler! :
Shrödinger’s Cat
Ian Blake
Shrödinger’s cat
pours in at night
through the old cat flap
where it sleeps and eats.
Upstairs in bed
and sleeping tight,
I don’t know whether
it’s living or dead.
But every morning
no surprise
a dish is empty
when I rise
cushion dented
where it lies.
While I thought this was interesting (and really geeky), one could question the objectivity of this video. Although I personally favor Goku, it was interesting to see them try to make a case for Superman.
(Word of advice, sketchy images like that try to post links with warnings, not just the straight image. People do browse this place at work/school, as unbelievable as that sounds.)
Re: Random internet finds
Posted: Sun Apr 28, 2013 1:07 am
by Hu_nk
hobogunner wrote:(Word of advice, sketchy images like that try to post links with warnings, not just the straight image. People do browse this place at work/school, as unbelievable as that sounds.)
There's nothing unbelievable here (what? I'm browsing this place at work? No )
That's why I put them within spoiler tag, but maybe I should have precised that it might be NSFW
Well, I was wondering... what this guy have on the place of the brain?
Re:
Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2015 9:23 pm
by dalek
TheGiftedMonkey wrote:Oh, that stings. Anywho I was able to keep the facade for like 10 posts or so. And as much as Oni-kun loves to hear me say it, I still hate you guys/girl(?).
)
Anywho I was able to keep the facade for like 10 posts or so. 
And as much as Oni-kun loves to hear me say it, I still hate you guys/girl(?). 
