May 2010

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<eventtime>2010-05-17 12:18:00</eventtime>

<logtime>2010-05-17 16:18:35</logtime>

<subject>Me and The Scream</subject>

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by Redmin Tursor Twisty Lined Little Screamer I now so understand what you feel. People joke about you Or steal you For their own perverted amusements. Others identify with you For have we not all felt this at one time in our lives? But I do more than identify with you I am you. I am the Screamer. One long Never ending Throat ripping scream Pain for which there are no words The purest part of the soul Surgically removed By the spiritual scalpels of demons. Delirium of Denial Temporal Whitewashing that Will not hold. Love is the highest ideal of mankind The more pure the love The higher it surges our spirit How much more then is the crash back to earth That reality foments Upon those who soar among the stars. Atmospheric reality Provides Maximum Velocity Only so fast that a person can fall But once you have gone beyond the moon's orbit There is no air to cause friction. Relativistic speed Splatters me on the outmost fringes of Pluto's outer hell. Memory washes away the pain Of almost all things But the striking of the heart At its truest bliss Can at best simply recover and grow In a new direction. Little Screamer Amongst your lines so true I know your pain And I am in there Screaming with you.

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<eventtime>2010-05-24 09:45:00</eventtime>

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<subject>Jack on the Rack</subject>

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by Redwin Tursor Jack on the Rack Had Made the Inquisitor Indignant. "How can you play the Victim Card?" Jack's reply, Was no sure lie, For he truly did not know. "I'm a blank slate. You know this." The inquisitor sneered Which then disappeared When he then took a desperate sigh. "Of course you were found without your memory. But think of all the horrible things That you might have done Beneath the sun As a man with nothing to loose. You could be a murderer A jackanape, a rapist or a thief. A quantum state There's no debate Stab the cat inside the box Whispers shadowed of that unknown We're better safe than sorry." So then Jack burned His pleas were spurned. For what he might have done. As any true master will tell you It isn't what you see or know But the unseen that brings true horror.

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