Spill!
I have a rather long and involved ghost story that I can't type out right now because I'm too bleary eyed to function.
Tell us your thing and I'll get back to mine.
crap, I typo-ed 'wierd'. If a mod sees this can you fix?
Spill!
I have a rather long and involved ghost story that I can't type out right now because I'm too bleary eyed to function.
Tell us your thing and I'll get back to mine.
crap, I typo-ed 'wierd'. If a mod sees this can you fix?
An eclectic collection of learned behaviors.
Seeing the film Eraserhead![]()
The Moments of Dominion
That happen on the Soul
And leave it with a Discontent
Too exquisite — to tell —
-Emily Dickinson
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TVW8GCnr9-I
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ckGIvr6WVw4
Hmm... lemme check my database... hmm...
GOT IT!!
Being born about 35 years ago
i ate a cockroach and i liked it
myself and someone else had more or less a similar dream on the same night.
"Come away O human child!To the waters of the wild, With a faery hand in hand, For the worlds more full of weeping than you can understand."
W.B.Yeats
"If it looks like a Dwarf and smells like a Dwarf, then it's probably a Dwarf (or a latrine wearing dungarees)"
Artemins Fowl and the Lost Colony by Eoin Colfer
my poems-please comment Forum Rules
abduction by aliens.
I think....maybe
Do, or do not. There is no try. - Yoda
"Come away O human child!To the waters of the wild, With a faery hand in hand, For the worlds more full of weeping than you can understand."
W.B.Yeats
"If it looks like a Dwarf and smells like a Dwarf, then it's probably a Dwarf (or a latrine wearing dungarees)"
Artemins Fowl and the Lost Colony by Eoin Colfer
my poems-please comment Forum Rules
I left my eyeglasses at the gym and when I went back to pick them up, the desk woman was wearing them. It was really awkward when i had to tell her she had my glasses on and could i please have them back.
I don't even understand how she was able to see with my prescription.
"So this is hell. I'd never have believed it. You remember all we were told about the torture-chambers, the fire and brimstone, the "burning marl." Old wives' tales!There's no need for red-hot pokers. HELL IS--OTHER PEOPLE!"
— Jean-Paul Sartre (No Exit: A Play in One Act)
My life must be really boring, as I can't come up with anything especially weird or freaky happening to me
Unless you count getting lost in the middle of a forest after the sunset with eight younger girls on my responsibility at the age of fifteen(But hey, we weren't really lost, we just couldn't see where we were after it got dark. But in the morning finding our way back to the civilization was a piece of cake
)
Little Lotte thought of everything and nothing. Her hair was golden as the sun's rays and her soul as clear and blue as her eyes.
Gaston Leroux - The Phantom of the Opera
I have it all figured to pour some sauce in your life, so listen up. Go to that forest again, get REALLY LOST in there, have some adventures trying to get back to civilization (like making one of the girls disappear and having a few others eaten by a bear![]()
), and once you're done (and once the bear is done eating
) come back here and tell us the full story. Tip: if you have to exaggerate the story a bit to make it weirder, then go ahead; nobody will tell the difference if they weren't in the same forest at the same time
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Actually I dreamt of a bear coming to our camp that night we spent in the forest (I'm pretty proud of myself for being able to sleep even though it was raining the whole night, our tent was leaking just above my face and I didn't even have enough space to sleep normally, but had to bend myself into an "L"
), but I'm afraid that's the best I can do
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Little Lotte thought of everything and nothing. Her hair was golden as the sun's rays and her soul as clear and blue as her eyes.
Gaston Leroux - The Phantom of the Opera
Good question.I would have to cite (at least among strange events in the recent past) a certain performance during which my nose randomly started bleeding onstage in a scene where I was supposed to be dying of poison.
Last edited by Modigliani; 09-26-2009 at 01:52 PM.
I've had dreams that point me to things that happen later.
"...if you weren't smart enough to get a pedophile in a dress to put a small amount of water on the child’s forehead, then what the eff did you think was going to happen?
Okay, you're all not going to believe this. But I swear it's as I remember. . . . .
One Easter when I was six or seven or eight -- it was the early morning gloaming. I was, as usual, sleeping in the top bunk. I think I hear something outside my window. A faint breeze is blowing; the curtains move slightly.
I sit up. And look out the window. I see the shadow of a large, human-sized rabbit pass by my windows. I'm terrified and duck under the covers. A couple seconds pass. Then, I pull back the covers, sit up, and look out again. And the shadow of a large, human-sized rabbit passes by my window again. This time in the opposite direction.
The strangest thing: with as much terror as I felt the first time, I was met with an equal amount of calm relief the second time.
The upshot: I haven't seen the Easter Bunny. But I have seen its shadow. Twice.
“Oh crap”
-- Hellboy