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Guru Antar Singh
I just wanted to open a thread where one could share those closeted thoughts we all have from time to time. Regardless of how random. Me, personally, I come home from work late at night, lock myself in my study, pour myself an olfactory dream of green endeavor and often ponder things that would bring praise to the world's most proud scholars or make the world's top porn stars go white and steady themselves on the furniture. Basically, this thread is about truth. Without the truth our lies would not be nearly as compelling.

Feel free to respond to all replies but I do ask that we keep our thoughts as low on the cynical scale as possible as none of us will share anything more or less as important as the next post. Enjoy!
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QUOTE(Guru Antar Singh @ Nov 28 2008, 11:17 AM) *

Feel free to respond to all replies but I do ask that we keep our thoughts as low on the cynical scale as possible as none of us will share anything more or less as important as the next post. Enjoy!


You said this thread concerns truth, pensive requiems; nostalgic, wet-dreamt amorous and wind-swept echoes of amorphic human sundries…

Sadly, any intelligent response would invariably nod with reverence and diction to the misanthropic. Existence pronouced, sentenced, thought through and away.

On the bright side, I like sitting in the mud. It engenders a certain strange and blind apathy, one can almost find comfort in the maw of hopelessness.
synthetic buddhist
As a dirt worshipping Heathen, I must say it's good to get primordial on occasion. It's tough to keep it up in regular life though. The Cold Shower of Transcendence is a good taste of fine espresso to remember when all life can come up with is lukewarm instant in a styrofoam cup.
Jaded Prole
And I thought I was the only dirt worshiper around these parts!

Welcome brother of the soil!
Donnie Darko
QUOTE(Guru Antar Singh @ Nov 28 2008, 11:17 AM) *

Without the truth our lies would not be nearly as compelling.


A lie repeated enough times eventually turns true. Or so said some cynic.

As for me? As long as my personal equilibrium doesn't get too out of whack, I'm a happy guy. Not much more to it than that.
Kirk
A truth clung to too tightly inevitably becomes a lie.
Dirt worshipers unite!
Grim
Fried SPAM™ sandwiches and milk… all else is porn and dust.
bobt
As often happens this time of year, my thoughts have turned to questions of ultimate meaning. I suppose I am not alone in that Christmas always includes remembering those who have left this existence. Most of the family I grew up with and shared Christmas with as a child are long deceased, WAY before their time.

I guess you could call this my whisper to heaven, as I think of those who will never lift a glass with me again.

Thanks for taking a moment to share this with me.
Rimbaud
Death is a cunt that everyone gets to fuck.

Drink & be merry, for tomorrow we die!
Tibro
Or, just possibly, we don't. Mebbe a better reason to drink and be merry.
speedle
And to that, I will toast and have another!
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Patlow
Isn't this thread named after a song on The Fragile?
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Perhaps not intentionally, although, good album, and, aptly titled; this thread, I mean.
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