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Post by Ray on Mar 27, 2014 17:27:16 GMT -7
I posted a starter to my idea anyway If you want to do it, we can If not, then I'll probably just move it to the fic section
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Post by Ray on Apr 4, 2014 16:28:39 GMT -7
I saw this picture And the first thing that popped into my mind was a boutique and bookstore full of occult items Its walls are packed tight with eerie looking trinkets, and old dusty possessions, and herbs and flowers of all kinds, and animal bones (or perhaps not), and books on monsters and fairies and the spirit world And every so often an item, sealed tight in a glass container, is labeled with a small little cared reading " Beware: Cursed Item" And its as much a hunter's nightmare as it is their wet dream But its the owner most of all who's peculiar And a little dangerous
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Post by Ray on May 26, 2014 21:03:31 GMT -7
this song is everything to me and the perfect theme song for Bucky and Sam (Na Na Na...)
Drugs, gimme drugs, gimme drugs I don't need it, but I'll sell what you got Take the cash and I'll keep it Eight legs to the wall Hit the gas, kill them all And we crawl, and we crawl, and we crawl You be my detonator
Love, gimme love, gimme love I don't need it, but I'll take what I want from your heart And I'll keep it in a bag, in a box Put an X on the floor Gimme more, gimme more, gimme more Shut up and sing it with me
(Na Na Na...)
From mall security To every enemy We're on your property Standing in V formation
(Na Na Na...)
Let's blow an artery Eat plastic surgery Keep your apology Give us more detonation
(More! Gimme more! Gimme more!)
Oh, let me tell you 'bout the sad man Shut up and let me see your jazz hands Remember when you were a madman Thought you was Batman And hit the party with a gas can Kiss me you animal
(Na Na Na...)
You run the company Fuck like a Kennedy I think we'd rather be Burning your information
(Na Na Na...)
Let's blow an artery Eat plastic surgery Keep your apology Give us more detonation
And right here Right now All the way in Battery City Little children Raise their open filthy palms Like tiny daggers up to heaven And all the juvee halls And Ritalin rats Ask the angels made from neon And fucking garbage Scream out, "What will save us?" And the sky opened up
Everybody wants to change the world Everybody wants to change the world But no one, no one wants to die Wanna try, wanna try, wanna try Wanna try, wanna try, now I'll be your detonator
(Na Na Na...)
Make no apology It's death or victory On my authority Crash and burn Young and loaded
Drop like a bullet shell Just like a sleeper cell I'd rather go to hell Than be in purgatory Cut my hair Gag and bore me Pull this pin Let this world explode
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Post by Ray on May 28, 2014 23:20:51 GMT -7
Watch me move, when I lose, when I lose it hard Get you off with the touch dancing in the dark You notice what I'm wearing, I noticin' you're staring You know that I can take it, To the next level, baby Hotter than the A-list, Next one on my hit list Baby, let me blow your mind sweats nervously
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Post by Ray on Jun 5, 2014 21:10:26 GMT -7
Candlelight and moonlight all around us I look into your eyes You hold my hand underneath the table And I can't disguise the way I feel
I could've wish a thousand wishes For this night I can't believe That it's finally me and you and you and me Just us and your friend Steve
Do do do do do do do Steve Do do do do do do do leave What's the deal with your friend Steve? Oh, hey, how it's going?
You took me out for whoppers and to the movies I was hoping for romance You even took me to the Mexican circus I thought there was a chance we'd be alone
I could've wish a thousand wishes For Steve to disappear What the fuck's your fucking problem? Why he's always here?
Do do do do do do do Steve Do do do do do do do Oh, wait, what's the deal with your friend Steve? Oh, hey, how it's going?
It's not that I don't like your friend But how many hours with him can you spend? And it's not that I don't think he's great But it's only you, only you I wanna fellate
Are you gay for Steve, I think you may be And that would be alright But let a bitch know just what your steez is So I know if I should shave tonight
I could've wish a thousand wishes 'Cause I like to be with you But it's always me and you and your friend Steve There's nothing I can
Do do do do do do do Steve Do do do do do do do Seriously, what's the deal with your friend Steve? Oh, hey - Kate: You know what, I don't actually care how he's doing. Riki: Me either.
Steve
substitute steve for bucky and i'm fucking dying
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Post by Ray on Jun 5, 2014 21:13:08 GMT -7
actually just keep steve cause now i'm thinking about captain america and laughing harder
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Post by Ray on Jun 8, 2014 20:31:39 GMT -7
They say I'm too young to love you I don't know what I need They think I don't understand The freedom land of the seventies I think I'm too cool to know ya You say I'm like the ice I freeze I'm churning out novels like Beat poetry on Amphetamines I say I say
[Chorus] Well, my boyfriend's in the band He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed I've got feathers in my hair I get down to Beat poetry And my jazz collection's rare I can play most anything I'm a Brooklyn baby I'm a Brooklyn baby
[Verse 2] They say I'm too young to love you You say I'm too dumb to see They judge me like a picture book By the colors, like they forgot to read I think we're like fire and water I think we're like the wind and sea You're burning up, I'm cooling down You're up, I'm down You're blind, I see But I'm free I'm free
[Chorus]
[Bridge] I’m talking about my generation Talking about that newer nation And if you don't like it You can beat it Beat it, baby You never liked the way I said it If you don't get it, then forget it So I don't have to fucking explain it
[Chorus - Variation] And my boyfriend’s in the band He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed I've got feathers in my hair I get high on hydroponic weed And my jazz collection’s rare I get down to beat poetry I'm a Brooklyn baby I'm a Brooklyn baby
[Outro] Yeah my boyfriend's pretty cool But he's not as cool as me Cause I'm a Brooklyn baby I'm a Brooklyn baby
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Post by Ray on Jun 11, 2014 20:00:01 GMT -7
You have forsaken All the love you've taken Sleepin' on a razor There's nowhere left to fall Your body's aching Every bone is breakin' Nothin' seems to shake it It just keeps holdin' on
Your soul is able Death is all you cradle Sleepin' on the nails There's nowhere left to fall You have admired Every man desires Everyone is king When there's no one left to pawn
There is no peace here War is never cheap dear Love will never meet here It just gets sold for parts You cannot fight it All the world denies it Open up your eyelids Let your demons run
I thread the needle through You beat the devil's tattoo I thread the needle through You beat the devil's tattoo I thread the needle through You beat the devil's tattoo I thread the needle through You beat the devil's tattoo
I bled the needle through You beat the devil's tattoo I thread the needle through You beat the devil's tattoo I bled the needle through You beat the devil's tattoo I thread the needle through You beat the devil's tattoo
I think I found Roe's theme song
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Post by Ray on Jun 19, 2014 0:55:31 GMT -7
Okay well facebook just fucked up
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Post by Ray on Jun 19, 2014 1:08:58 GMT -7
Well its good to know that its not just me Wonder what's going on
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Post by Ray on Jun 19, 2014 1:13:01 GMT -7
A sign of the impending apocalypse
Anyway, I better get some sleep. I'm crashing.
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Post by Ray on Dec 23, 2014 16:01:48 GMT -7
[Verse 1] Stuck in the jet wash Bad trip I couldn't get off And maybe I bit off more than I could chew And overhead of the aqua blue
Fall to your knees bring on the rapture Blessed be the boys time can't capture On film or between the sheets I always fall from your window To the pitch black streets
And with the black banners raised As the crooked smiles fade Former heroes who quit too late Just wanna fill up the trophy case again
[Chorus] And in the end I'd do it all again I think you're my best friend Don't you know that the kids aren't all, kids aren't alright I'll be yours When it rains it pours Stay thirsty like before Don't you know that the kids aren't all, kids aren't alright
[Verse 2] I'm not passive but aggressive Take note, it's not impressive Empty your sadness Like you're dumping your purse On my bedroom floor We put your curse in reverse
And it's our time now if you want to to be More the war like the carnival bears set free And your love is anemic and I can't believe That you couldn't see it coming from me
And I still feel that rush in my veins It twists my head just a bit too thin All those people I see In those old photographs I've seen are dead
[Chorus] And in the end I'd do it all again I think you're my best friend Don't you know that the kids aren't all, kids aren't alright I'll be yours When it rains it pours Stay thirsty like before Don't you know that the kids aren't all, kids aren't alright
And sometimes I just want to sit around And gaze at my shoes yeah And let your dirty sadness fill me up Just like a balloon
[Chorus] And in the end I'd do it all again I think you're my best friend Don't you know that the kids aren't all, kids aren't alright I'll be yours When it rains it pours Stay thirsty like before Don't you know that the kids aren't all, kids aren't alright
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Post by Ray on Jan 21, 2015 22:21:34 GMT -7
My lover's got humour She's the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody's disapproval I should've worshipped her sooner If the Heavens ever did speak She is the last true mouthpiece Every Sunday's getting more bleak A fresh poison each week 'We were born sick,' you heard them say it My church offers no absolutes She tells me 'worship in the bedroom' The only heaven I'll be sent to Is when I'm alone with you I was born sick, but I love it Command me to be well Amen. Amen. Amen
Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life
Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life
If I'm a pagan of the good times My lover's the sunlight To keep the Goddess on my side She demands a sacrifice To drain the whole sea Get something shiny Something meaty for the main course That's a fine looking high horse What you got in the stable? We've a lot of starving faithful That looks tasty That looks plenty This is hungry work
Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life
Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life
No masters or kings when the ritual begins There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene Only then I am human Only then I am clean Amen. Amen. Amen
Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life
Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life
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Post by Ray on Jan 19, 2020 11:58:48 GMT -7
i'm having a hard time figuring out how to start this novel a big part of me wants to rp lyra first to just get a feel of her character to help me get bigger ideas down on page eventually, but i'm also worried i'll get burned out if i do that
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Post by Ray on Jan 7, 2023 18:47:06 GMT -7
I really wish I had more time, more energy, and more of that creative spark to keep roleplaying/writing. I know we haven't spoken very much in the last couple of years, and I'm not sure if you check this site anymore, but I think about the stories we created often and how much they pushed me to explore the crazy ideas lurking in my brain. You and our very chaotic imaginations kept me going for a long, long time, and I so appreciate that. More than I could ever put into words. I've kind of had a falling out with everything I loved in the past (except Lord of the Rings, that will stay forever) which devastates me, but I think its a sad part of getting older and seeing the things you love change as you're changing too. Sometimes I still get an idea out of nowhere for Barton or Edric or Fili&Kili and it surprises me in the best way and makes me want to jump right on here and tell you everything, but I'd hate to disappear again when that burst of energy dissipates or my schedule gets in the way or I just can't fulfill what even my own imagination wants because I don't have that strong attachment to those worlds anymore. I'm hoping to get back into writing again this year. Hoping to really start that novel I've been hoarding in my mind for years. But even that I'm not sure about.
I hope all is well with you and I hope you're having better luck with that creative spark than I am.
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