• Cryptic Writings
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I wrote this on Ecstasy Our mephitic lives are elbowed by the light around us as we celebrate our lives that we live. We are little to realize all the wonders around us as we like to think that we have some sort of calling but we know where we actually belong in our hearts. We love others as we should and make sure to think how much we should also love ourselves. Yeah.. It fucking sucks, I'm never writing under drugs again . . . Do you have anything that [i][b]you've[/i][/b] written on drugs? [b]..::: UPDATE :::.. [/b] Wrote this sober (Has nothing to do with me, it's just something I wrote because I don't have any drugs right now) I needed money for drugs; and when the money ran dry, I turned to inhalants; and when the inhalants were depleted, I turned to cutting; and when my blood was drained; I sat there.. satisfied - Contributions - [QUOTE=_Twitch_;24634972]Fundamental values clash As the borders of reality begin to blur My mind begins to separate No longer am I a human dreaming, But a dream living.[/QUOTE] [QUOTE=Anonymous;24772809] Int. Bedroom A haze of whitish smoke covers the entire room. Protagonist sits down, looks around and inspects his area. Looking down the floor back and forth, inspecting underneath his person. He then finally eyes the remote across the bed, and lets out a contended sigh, reached towards it and lazily picks it up. *sitting back down, he proceeds to turn on TV The image on the TV finally appears. It shows a scene from the movie Aladdin where Aladdin was trapped in the Genie's cave and just encountered the flying carpet. Protagonist Oh shit,(smirks)Aladdin is on. *crosses his arms, leans back and then continued to watch the movie. End Scene.[/QUOTE] [QUOTE=HumanAbyss;24705362]I wrote this on LSD and H about 9 months ago. [i] Frustration has lead me to this Breaking bones on skin and stones Wrapping us up in entiwned binds We know nothing when we close our eyes So close your eyes and forget these walls You have no memories here And no home here So close your eyes... And forget these walls Forget these walls Can you hate me for this? I begged you for days I watched your shadow closely I followed you and loved you Closely I held you with A stalkers touch With a free voice to call The ache to scream Shout and yell, break and burn it all If I were to scream, let out my rage I would make the walls bleed [/i] I think I wrote this about chasing something uncatchable. I don't write while high very often, but I'll write when I'm drunk and turn up good shit generally. [editline]12:45AM[/editline] Actually, I found a song I wrote when on withdrawls. [i] Use less because I'm useless Find less when I think Less You've become so thoughtless Darkness from the brightness Unfound to find in the dark Mistrust to bleed on my rust What's real in here today but the mindless and i've caughtless But I'm still a wingless fly Caught on a wall to fall to the floor Like pulling wings From dead things, we've written A million words to say a million things And I've never been so quiet Because I'm useless when I use less I've found it because I'm helpless But I can't fight back when I'm held forward So I plea and plead, I sit freed and fraid Hi there my friend you've said a lot to say nothing But you've forgotten again the words In the world to make a home and just made me numb To all that i've become So you've left me here with a million things I can't begin to say The words clogged in my throat to much to say this time I've run out of air, so i'm breathless And you've broken my voice I'm voiceless, I'm homeless, Becoming less and it's your fault but I won't swear to you and I won't cry to you and I won't blame you Cause it's still me And I've come to blame myself For my insanity to my infamy[/i][/QUOTE] [QUOTE=Zenreon117;24681508]I thought up the concept of a society simulator. this was what i wrote before passing out: A game where each villager could add one improved aspect of society. Have him give out free food 1 food per person per day, up to 30 food available. There could be meat vendors, fish vendors, vegetable vendors etc. Services such as construction, or architect improve quality and quantity of buildings. The architect works on a time interval, everyso often he will finish a set of plans and improve a building. You can choose what he works on if you wish. The constructer can make buildings with an average of 4 days to make a building. This also applys to fixing buildings. The Politician can make output of vendors go higher. Each person has to get food for themselves from the vendor. No carrying for someone else, but you can stockpile in a house with a family Run simulation, with each birth it will become a new random job, with time you will learn how to choose this for yourself. [/highramblings] Who wants to help me? But all in all i want to get the coding proficiency to write this. Not really graphic just dots with inventory and need bars. For a farmer for example lets say he has a wife and 2 kids in their teens(Which is the age one of our dot people can start working) He can have his wife run the vendor shop. And she can give out one of any item per day per type to each person, that the family can produce at their farm. They can also feed themselves and take any items they don't produce from other vendors. This is a society that slowly builds on itself as time goes on. its more of a simulation than a game.[/QUOTE] [QUOTE=Pepin;24661840]Time is define by energy?[/QUOTE] [QUOTE=Lenni;24791419]Something that I wrote sober, but is related to thought I had while high. [i]Happiness is nothing but the leftovers of pain. The rains that ought to drive you insane, drive chemical reactions to continue in vain. The seed that God planted was always alone, comforted by illusions in the twilight zone. It picked itself up, and it picked up the phone. "Hello?" she inquired, but noone replied. The telephone receiver said someone had died. The rain fell down as the little seed cried.[/quote] [QUOTE=revrend_slapaho;24703927]this: [IMG]http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y232/MARICABAN/puts.jpg[/IMG][IMG]http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y232/MARICABAN/2010-09-10154911.jpg[/IMG] [IMG]http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y232/MARICABAN/2010-09-10154803.jpg[/IMG] [IMG]http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y232/MARICABAN/2010-09-10162940.jpg[/IMG] [IMG]http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y232/MARICABAN/2010-09-10162356.jpg[/IMG] [IMG]http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y232/MARICABAN/2010-09-10155020.jpg[/IMG][/QUOTE]
When I was on shrooms I saved a note on my phone that says "Make what you hate" I don't fully remember why, but I think it had something to do with realizing that the reason my movie ideas sucked was because when you're making movies you have to either cater to the main audience who likes mindless shit like ____ Movie, or you struggle trying to make your own style hoping that you get noticed and become more known. I obviously have been choosing the latter, and when you want to become big, you pretty much have to just give in and make what you hate
[QUOTE=CjienX;24633224]When I was on shrooms I saved a note on my phone that says "Make what you hate" I don't fully remember why, but I think it had something to do with realizing that the reason my movie ideas sucked was because when you're making movies you have to either cater to the main audience who likes mindless shit like ____ Movie, or you struggle trying to make your own style hoping that you get noticed and become more known. I obviously have been choosing the latter, and when you want to become big, you pretty much have to just give in and make what you hate[/QUOTE] True. I love movies, and some of the best I've seen don't make much money, at least nothing like Transformers 2 or Stupid Parody movies like Vampires Suck.
Do me a favor, go on YouTube and look up Cooking For Tommy, should be the first result. Just a short music video I did with my friends, but I'm sure it'll at the very least be amusing
Fundamental values clash As the borders of reality begin to blur My mind begins to separate No longer am I a human dreaming, But a dream living.
[QUOTE=_Twitch_;24634972]Fundamental values clash As the borders of reality begin to blur My mind begins to separate No longer am I a human dreaming, But a dream living.[/QUOTE] Not bad
I drew something when on shrooms once. I can't remember what it is or where it is though
[QUOTE=CjienX;24634006]Do me a favor, go on YouTube and look up Cooking For Tommy, should be the first result. Just a short music video I did with my friends, but I'm sure it'll at the very least be amusing[/QUOTE] Reminds me of a cooking show with a drug twist, and better music of course
[i]Don't be afraid, we only want to fix you...[/i]
[QUOTE=Smooth-e;24641273]Reminds me of a cooking show with a drug twist, and better music of course[/QUOTE] So you liked it?
[QUOTE=CjienX;24659560]So you liked it?[/QUOTE] I liked it like a fox
:D
Time is define by energy?
[QUOTE=Pepin;24661840]Time is define by energy?[/QUOTE] that just suddenly threw through my mind the idea that functions of time aren't actually functions of time and that time is defined by the flow of the physical world
stoner
[i]Do androids dream of electric sheep?[/i]
No, androids dream of robot pussy
[i]3 1/2 failure...[/i]
I thought up the concept of a society simulator. this was what i wrote before passing out: A game where each villager could add one improved aspect of society. Have him give out free food 1 food per person per day, up to 30 food available. There could be meat vendors, fish vendors, vegetable vendors etc. Services such as construction, or architect improve quality and quantity of buildings. The architect works on a time interval, everyso often he will finish a set of plans and improve a building. You can choose what he works on if you wish. The constructer can make buildings with an average of 4 days to make a building. This also applys to fixing buildings. The Politician can make output of vendors go higher. Each person has to get food for themselves from the vendor. No carrying for someone else, but you can stockpile in a house with a family Run simulation, with each birth it will become a new random job, with time you will learn how to choose this for yourself. [/highramblings] Who wants to help me? But all in all i want to get the coding proficiency to write this. Not really graphic just dots with inventory and need bars. For a farmer for example lets say he has a wife and 2 kids in their teens(Which is the age one of our dot people can start working) He can have his wife run the vendor shop. And she can give out one of any item per day per type to each person, that the family can produce at their farm. They can also feed themselves and take any items they don't produce from other vendors. This is a society that slowly builds on itself as time goes on. its more of a simulation than a game.
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[QUOTE=Mumblecrust;24685512][img]http://en.academic.ru/pictures/enwiki/77/Megadeath-Cryptic_Writings.jpg[/img][/QUOTE] Oh yeah baby
[i]This is ten, ten! We have killed your friends, every friend is now dead...[/i]
this: [IMG]http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y232/MARICABAN/puts.jpg[/IMG]
I wrote this on LSD and H about 9 months ago. [i] Frustration has lead me to this Breaking bones on skin and stones Wrapping us up in entiwned binds We know nothing when we close our eyes So close your eyes and forget these walls You have no memories here And no home here So close your eyes... And forget these walls Forget these walls Can you hate me for this? I begged you for days I watched your shadow closely I followed you and loved you Closely I held you with A stalkers touch With a free voice to call The ache to scream Shout and yell, break and burn it all If I were to scream, let out my rage I would make the walls bleed [/i] I think I wrote this about chasing something uncatchable. I don't write while high very often, but I'll write when I'm drunk and turn up good shit generally. [editline]12:45AM[/editline] Actually, I found a song I wrote when on withdrawls. [i] Use less because I'm useless Find less when I think Less You've become so thoughtless Darkness from the brightness Unfound to find in the dark Mistrust to bleed on my rust What's real in here today but the mindless and i've caughtless But I'm still a wingless fly Caught on a wall to fall to the floor Like pulling wings From dead things, we've written A million words to say a million things And I've never been so quiet Because I'm useless when I use less I've found it because I'm helpless But I can't fight back when I'm held forward So I plea and plead, I sit freed and fraid Hi there my friend you've said a lot to say nothing But you've forgotten again the words In the world to make a home and just made me numb To all that i've become So you've left me here with a million things I can't begin to say The words clogged in my throat to much to say this time I've run out of air, so i'm breathless And you've broken my voice I'm voiceless, I'm homeless, Becoming less and it's your fault but I won't swear to you and I won't cry to you and I won't blame you Cause it's still me And I've come to blame myself For my insanity to my infamy[/i]
[QUOTE=revrend_slapaho;24703927]this: [IMG]http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y232/MARICABAN/puts.jpg[/IMG][/QUOTE] Graffiti on drugs FTW, rated artistic [QUOTE=HumanAbyss;24705362]I wrote this on LSD and H about 9 months ago. [i] Frustration has lead me to this Breaking bones on skin and stones Wrapping us up in entiwned binds We know nothing when we close our eyes So close your eyes and forget these walls You have no memories here And no home here So close your eyes... And forget these walls Forget these walls Can you hate me for this? I begged you for days I watched your shadow closely I followed you and loved you Closely I held you with A stalkers touch With a free voice to call The ache to scream Shout and yell, break and burn it all If I were to scream, let out my rage I would make the walls bleed [/i][/QUOTE] Fucking awesome
[i]...ton srettalf hcihw rorrim ehT[/i]
[QUOTE=Kyle v3;24714797][i]...ton srettalf hcihw rorrim ehT[/i][/QUOTE] Who, who are you . . .
[QUOTE=Mumblecrust;24685512][img]http://en.academic.ru/pictures/enwiki/77/Megadeath-Cryptic_Writings.jpg[/img][/QUOTE] That was the first thing i thought of when i saw the title.
I generally forget how to write when I'm high. I probably should get less high.
[QUOTE=Smooth-e;24716430]Who, who are you . . .[/QUOTE] [i]The flesh of fallen angels...[/i]
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