cowtipper
07-01-2012, 11:52 AM
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in•ter•ro•bang
Show Spelled[in-ter-uh-bang]
noun
a printed punctuation mark (‽), available only in some typefaces, designed to combine the question mark (?) and the exclamation point (!), indicating a mixture of query and interjection, as after a rhetorical question.
I hung myself at the top of a dark hill as an eon passed by in a mere millisecond. Then, someone called. It was sweeter than the nector that ironclad humming birds feast upon. I took some knowledge from GODS tree, the load was immense. SO, I cut the rope and unleashed my choppa. CHOP CHOP the gun;s vibrato was off the chain. I thought to myself time to make another chain. This time the pestilence got me and I started to bleed. Thankkfully, I left my enemy a fatal wound. I am passing over.
“yes madam,” I let this new voice penatrait me, the echoes of my callousity was booming to the sound like I was around an Indian BONFIRE. The woman spoke to my bullhead.
“Come to me my dear, let your halo shine, reach me my lamb the darkness of his fur passed over to me by and large. I was thinking, do I have to agree to all this commotion, but somehow I convinced myself to climb over her flames. This voice was like a ragdoll pyshing me to the high-rise. I just had to open up my eyes, this lady was speaking to me, and it sounded pretty risqué/fancy. I wonderd if I sould ask for her name spoken from her native tounge, or if I should stand tall and take a few steps down this new terrain, or rather reverse army crawl further up it.
The moles came out when I was further than a million high-rises and I wonderd if I was making a mountain out of them. Silence is golden she said to me, so I thought to my-self, well, duck-tape is metallic steel silver. Her cat of nie tails whipped me and I knew my gun would most likely cause more tension between us. Then it hit me again, so I fired my steel jackets in the sky hoping to create a warm hole out of bold curiosity.
“Awghahae,” she shiverd. So your looking out for my soil. I didn’t know what that meant, but I was feeling super strong and hard, with a touch of gentleness pulsing through me. It was at this moment that she showed me her true color. It was marigold, and it shivered with the lumen’s’n’ce of a trillion atmospheres. I can hear you she said as I breafly inhailed her breath. I took the lead this time. I am the antigen, lets make some more love into the nature of the beast. She already showed me a lot without saying really saying much at all. Now it’s my time to do you in I spoke softly back. We traveled through my worm hole and my voice overtook her because of its charm and we both heard thunder as I thrusted my arm into the air. Then I saw lightening as she did the same. Then the drama started, but I knew that the real truth would only be between us. I guard my gate quite peculiarly and keep my roots fenced in a magnificent mobile frame. We didn’t even need to speak, just do as we danced away to the droplets of water softly touching the earth. We both breathed out what looked like thick smoke. Yeah yeah I have just been skyping an online q person for the past minute, sadly our conversation ended abruptly.
Pathways
After our phone call I was spurred into doing some deep thinking to find peace and the reconciliation that was deep insidEMYSELF AND THEN CHANNEL IT TO THE SURFACE. I REMEMBERED A TIME WHEN I WAS GREATFULLY JOYFULL, WHEN SHE WAS JUST AN ANONYMOUS VOICE BEHIND MY GREEN SCREEN. We gradually talked for days on end without even exchanging photofraphs. I talked to her for a whole month until I finally had enough courage to view her profile. I pressed the tab quite cautiously. What I saw both scared and intrigued me. The former was that she had a lot of photos on her page, the latter that she had the most beautiful face I had ever laid eyes on until that point when her expressions etched a place in my heart for good. I was a lil uneasy however, at the fact that she didn’t have a single full body shot. But, as I said before we were being anonymous for a whole entire month before the day of reckoning. In my reconing I vowed to keep her in salvation after we had spoke. Her pseudonym was Mouse at the time. My mom hates mice, but I think that they are kind of cute and there fir is very soft. Anyways I knew it was modest that she was waiting for her night in shining armour to see what she was really made of. I mean her stone cold poker face told a really hard, bright, inspirational story so I was totally intrigued that she was waiting for someone and prolly was picking through numerous people before she found the right one to share something with. SO I buckled up myself by my bootstraps and inquired about getting a full body shot. In the message I included a full pic of myself, because up until then I had no images of me. Oh how my look has changed since then. Anyways In the picture I posed as a warrior, who was steadfast in the word.
After a few exchanges she gave me her number but told me that I wasn’t to call it very frequently. I kind of abused that in the year I knew her. But, it was partly her fault for answering. I mean she should have had my calls on vibrate and not answered all the time. Well I’m a lil heartbroken now because she hasn’t answered her phone in about 50 calls. I call about once a day. Augh, digressions.
In her first message after I sent a pic she included her heiht cup size and location. Well I might be lying. Anyways we have the vermillion river of separation, or at least did, I believe she moved further away. To this day almost two years later I still haven’t told her how much of my heart is filled with compassionate joy or at least used to be. I’m trying to move on.
Understanding Values
I just realized that this time I never questioned her values, and wasn’t trying to read into them too much; I was largely care-free. I have made many Testaments, and I practice what I preach in serenity by and large, however this person just seems to ignore me well today. She told me she was going to call the cops. All she did was cop an attitude; what can she do from the vermillion river? Not much, I don’t live anywhere near that place. But, I would still like to visit and maybe shtalk her. Well, idk I just want coffee really bad, but I just had hot chocolate with a taste of ginger and it was derish. Anyways, this person and have had a lot of good conversations, not great just good. She called my language colorful one night and I laughed. I see no color in my words, yet I saw some when I did the helicopter with my hose, RAINBOW>> AHH YEAH! BEES LOUVRE CARMEL like coke a cola. Right now I am thinking what does this person like? Computers a lot and so do I so we have some common ground. But, that’s a correlation with almost anyone living in the 21st century these days. I bet she likes sun bathing, I’ve always wanted to visit a tanning booth. I would prolly end up with some whicked awesome tan marks. My goal would be to shape a banana in multiple countries flags over mah boday. Dam I just looked at my computer and I passed 1337 words… l337 any1. Ha this chapter isn’t anywhere close to what I have in my journal. I guess I’m having adam Jackson C 2012 fun. Forshadow TM. Ah who want’s to go for lunch, I could use some good conversation to keep this wreck going. Yeah I messed up big time; I’m the reel big fishy now SUChA.
Tipples
It’s time to get smaller and understand the complexity that life brings. Even though I am the real big fish I understand that there other fish on hold in the pond. I remember when I used to look at my reflection in bodies of water. It used to be that I saw a frail image until one day I decided to drop a rock in and look at the ripples. What I saw amazed me. There were many vibrations in the water and it took me awhile to look and these ripples up close and take some action and be a Jackson. I didn’t quite understand the magnitude of a moving image until I saw the ripple. During this time I was understanding that everyone is different. Before I dropped a rock in the pool I was just looking back through my own eyes. But, when I saw a refraction coupled with waves I realized that I should make life into a ballet, or rather a recital that is taken serious with some softer light hearted tone-age. Before I took myself way to seriously. Now I am serious with a more gentle outlook of things.
Anyways, the river was blue like my melancholies and fairly close to my house, about 5 min. driving. Regardless it was a source of strength like some tidal winds that hiss like a cobra and shake things up like a rattlers tail when a jack-*** is near. When I figured out how to use the water for my benefit it was like nuclear fusion… clean energy. Regardless, this new information highway was shedding it knowledge like a rapid beast on a mission. Or at least it did when I skipped an arrow head across the water. I was a little uneasy with this information at first until I began to trust where the stone was going. This was a large opportunity for discovery. Time to look at the ripples that distant people were providing; time to listen and learn from mother-nature. It was apparent that trying to connect with others through trial and error wasn’t going to work, by and large due to the fact that this behavior was at too fast a’ speed. So I didn’t make much progress. SO I started to think on a new level about how to move my hands both realistically to warn others of incoming rocks, and metaphorically like my card hand. In time my rocks started moving like a ballet on the surface. This was for the most part due to my new outlook. Instead of relying on trial and error, I tried trail reflect think, think some more, next trial. My outcomes were started to become weighed with finite precision before I even skipped the next rock. It was glorious. And yes I am talking about selling drugs. JK, I got out of that lifestyle a long time ago and full heartedly regret ever getting started. Shrinking the particles with each new skip of the stone allowed me to see more of the bigger picture. I was thinking about protons jimmy neutrons brain blaster and electrons. IT was ight.
read it on the link or here
in•ter•ro•bang
Show Spelled[in-ter-uh-bang]
noun
a printed punctuation mark (‽), available only in some typefaces, designed to combine the question mark (?) and the exclamation point (!), indicating a mixture of query and interjection, as after a rhetorical question.
I hung myself at the top of a dark hill as an eon passed by in a mere millisecond. Then, someone called. It was sweeter than the nector that ironclad humming birds feast upon. I took some knowledge from GODS tree, the load was immense. SO, I cut the rope and unleashed my choppa. CHOP CHOP the gun;s vibrato was off the chain. I thought to myself time to make another chain. This time the pestilence got me and I started to bleed. Thankkfully, I left my enemy a fatal wound. I am passing over.
“yes madam,” I let this new voice penatrait me, the echoes of my callousity was booming to the sound like I was around an Indian BONFIRE. The woman spoke to my bullhead.
“Come to me my dear, let your halo shine, reach me my lamb the darkness of his fur passed over to me by and large. I was thinking, do I have to agree to all this commotion, but somehow I convinced myself to climb over her flames. This voice was like a ragdoll pyshing me to the high-rise. I just had to open up my eyes, this lady was speaking to me, and it sounded pretty risqué/fancy. I wonderd if I sould ask for her name spoken from her native tounge, or if I should stand tall and take a few steps down this new terrain, or rather reverse army crawl further up it.
The moles came out when I was further than a million high-rises and I wonderd if I was making a mountain out of them. Silence is golden she said to me, so I thought to my-self, well, duck-tape is metallic steel silver. Her cat of nie tails whipped me and I knew my gun would most likely cause more tension between us. Then it hit me again, so I fired my steel jackets in the sky hoping to create a warm hole out of bold curiosity.
“Awghahae,” she shiverd. So your looking out for my soil. I didn’t know what that meant, but I was feeling super strong and hard, with a touch of gentleness pulsing through me. It was at this moment that she showed me her true color. It was marigold, and it shivered with the lumen’s’n’ce of a trillion atmospheres. I can hear you she said as I breafly inhailed her breath. I took the lead this time. I am the antigen, lets make some more love into the nature of the beast. She already showed me a lot without saying really saying much at all. Now it’s my time to do you in I spoke softly back. We traveled through my worm hole and my voice overtook her because of its charm and we both heard thunder as I thrusted my arm into the air. Then I saw lightening as she did the same. Then the drama started, but I knew that the real truth would only be between us. I guard my gate quite peculiarly and keep my roots fenced in a magnificent mobile frame. We didn’t even need to speak, just do as we danced away to the droplets of water softly touching the earth. We both breathed out what looked like thick smoke. Yeah yeah I have just been skyping an online q person for the past minute, sadly our conversation ended abruptly.
Pathways
After our phone call I was spurred into doing some deep thinking to find peace and the reconciliation that was deep insidEMYSELF AND THEN CHANNEL IT TO THE SURFACE. I REMEMBERED A TIME WHEN I WAS GREATFULLY JOYFULL, WHEN SHE WAS JUST AN ANONYMOUS VOICE BEHIND MY GREEN SCREEN. We gradually talked for days on end without even exchanging photofraphs. I talked to her for a whole month until I finally had enough courage to view her profile. I pressed the tab quite cautiously. What I saw both scared and intrigued me. The former was that she had a lot of photos on her page, the latter that she had the most beautiful face I had ever laid eyes on until that point when her expressions etched a place in my heart for good. I was a lil uneasy however, at the fact that she didn’t have a single full body shot. But, as I said before we were being anonymous for a whole entire month before the day of reckoning. In my reconing I vowed to keep her in salvation after we had spoke. Her pseudonym was Mouse at the time. My mom hates mice, but I think that they are kind of cute and there fir is very soft. Anyways I knew it was modest that she was waiting for her night in shining armour to see what she was really made of. I mean her stone cold poker face told a really hard, bright, inspirational story so I was totally intrigued that she was waiting for someone and prolly was picking through numerous people before she found the right one to share something with. SO I buckled up myself by my bootstraps and inquired about getting a full body shot. In the message I included a full pic of myself, because up until then I had no images of me. Oh how my look has changed since then. Anyways In the picture I posed as a warrior, who was steadfast in the word.
After a few exchanges she gave me her number but told me that I wasn’t to call it very frequently. I kind of abused that in the year I knew her. But, it was partly her fault for answering. I mean she should have had my calls on vibrate and not answered all the time. Well I’m a lil heartbroken now because she hasn’t answered her phone in about 50 calls. I call about once a day. Augh, digressions.
In her first message after I sent a pic she included her heiht cup size and location. Well I might be lying. Anyways we have the vermillion river of separation, or at least did, I believe she moved further away. To this day almost two years later I still haven’t told her how much of my heart is filled with compassionate joy or at least used to be. I’m trying to move on.
Understanding Values
I just realized that this time I never questioned her values, and wasn’t trying to read into them too much; I was largely care-free. I have made many Testaments, and I practice what I preach in serenity by and large, however this person just seems to ignore me well today. She told me she was going to call the cops. All she did was cop an attitude; what can she do from the vermillion river? Not much, I don’t live anywhere near that place. But, I would still like to visit and maybe shtalk her. Well, idk I just want coffee really bad, but I just had hot chocolate with a taste of ginger and it was derish. Anyways, this person and have had a lot of good conversations, not great just good. She called my language colorful one night and I laughed. I see no color in my words, yet I saw some when I did the helicopter with my hose, RAINBOW>> AHH YEAH! BEES LOUVRE CARMEL like coke a cola. Right now I am thinking what does this person like? Computers a lot and so do I so we have some common ground. But, that’s a correlation with almost anyone living in the 21st century these days. I bet she likes sun bathing, I’ve always wanted to visit a tanning booth. I would prolly end up with some whicked awesome tan marks. My goal would be to shape a banana in multiple countries flags over mah boday. Dam I just looked at my computer and I passed 1337 words… l337 any1. Ha this chapter isn’t anywhere close to what I have in my journal. I guess I’m having adam Jackson C 2012 fun. Forshadow TM. Ah who want’s to go for lunch, I could use some good conversation to keep this wreck going. Yeah I messed up big time; I’m the reel big fishy now SUChA.
Tipples
It’s time to get smaller and understand the complexity that life brings. Even though I am the real big fish I understand that there other fish on hold in the pond. I remember when I used to look at my reflection in bodies of water. It used to be that I saw a frail image until one day I decided to drop a rock in and look at the ripples. What I saw amazed me. There were many vibrations in the water and it took me awhile to look and these ripples up close and take some action and be a Jackson. I didn’t quite understand the magnitude of a moving image until I saw the ripple. During this time I was understanding that everyone is different. Before I dropped a rock in the pool I was just looking back through my own eyes. But, when I saw a refraction coupled with waves I realized that I should make life into a ballet, or rather a recital that is taken serious with some softer light hearted tone-age. Before I took myself way to seriously. Now I am serious with a more gentle outlook of things.
Anyways, the river was blue like my melancholies and fairly close to my house, about 5 min. driving. Regardless it was a source of strength like some tidal winds that hiss like a cobra and shake things up like a rattlers tail when a jack-*** is near. When I figured out how to use the water for my benefit it was like nuclear fusion… clean energy. Regardless, this new information highway was shedding it knowledge like a rapid beast on a mission. Or at least it did when I skipped an arrow head across the water. I was a little uneasy with this information at first until I began to trust where the stone was going. This was a large opportunity for discovery. Time to look at the ripples that distant people were providing; time to listen and learn from mother-nature. It was apparent that trying to connect with others through trial and error wasn’t going to work, by and large due to the fact that this behavior was at too fast a’ speed. So I didn’t make much progress. SO I started to think on a new level about how to move my hands both realistically to warn others of incoming rocks, and metaphorically like my card hand. In time my rocks started moving like a ballet on the surface. This was for the most part due to my new outlook. Instead of relying on trial and error, I tried trail reflect think, think some more, next trial. My outcomes were started to become weighed with finite precision before I even skipped the next rock. It was glorious. And yes I am talking about selling drugs. JK, I got out of that lifestyle a long time ago and full heartedly regret ever getting started. Shrinking the particles with each new skip of the stone allowed me to see more of the bigger picture. I was thinking about protons jimmy neutrons brain blaster and electrons. IT was ight.