Dan~ will understand:
love stutters before the closing.
teeth like lawyers.
40 lies are needed to cover every truth
numbers are back in season
give war a chance – the democracy of the deluded
Who would have thought?
Hello neighbour, change is over.
[size=75](don’t worry; this will be perfectly intelligible to dan~ 
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yes, YES, [size=150]YES![/size]
OOOhh yeeeah, say somemore!
Say it!
I wanna hear it!
Since you were getting into trouble with your ramblings in the other threads, I thought you could blurt it out here and call it creative writing or something. No one will know the difference. 
…if you consider me “No One” then yes i won’t know the difference ,
but i preffer to be known km2_33.
There was a sweet man named Dan
Recently dumped by Diane
He dreamt up an intricate plan
As he slept in his rusty van
(down by the river)
With the ten in his pocket
Got out of the van and did lock it
Without the key in his glove compartment
He broke into the Drifter’s apartment
(down by the river)
After eating Drift’s leftover lasagna
He called up his sister named Tanya
She told him that Diane had cheated
Which left Dan more than defeated
His face was a desperate frown,
Tied a cinderblock to his foot to drown
(down by the river)
Just then: some pc-inspiration
ILP - yes a writing jubilation
All the bad feelings he’d vent
To strangers like Bessy and tent
(who live down by the river)
He decided to moan and to rant
As Kermit the frog he could chant
Tell all the world how he’s thinking
So his world could simply stop sinking
(down by the river)
by Bessy
Brilliant Bessy Brilliant! (i know that isn’t your real name but still…)
=D> =D> =D> =D>
I wish that I did have a sister, but I do have one brother and one mother, and that means allot anyways.
Sara, you’re pretty good with lyrics. 
Really good, actually.
There is no Diane, only a call from nature that is replied to in the middle of the night–as it disturbs the soul from rest, and is replied to with a desire.
This “call” from nature, strangely enough, is my own body and noone else, and it starts as a desturbing ring, and has connected to it an ancient life-line that ties back to an ancient and forgotten species that was nothing like us.
I would not cut such a cord, because without such cords silance is the dagger that would undo the all existence.
Still, I appreciate this thread.
I like Donnie & km2_33 & Sara.
I like them all.
I’d like them in a box
Waring socks
With a fox.
I’d like them in a hall
By the wall
In a bathroom stall.
I’d like to drop a cherry bomb down the public toilent with them,
Then uproot flowers by the stem
And eat raw plants as I said I had a digestive problem.
Without life earth is but a large rock,
No men left to judge or mock,
No questions to ask, no timer to be clocked.
No love to be made
No heaven to die for
Nothing to cry for
Nothing to leave
Nothing to take away
Just an eternally satisfied stone that cannot say:
“I am sick” or “I am hungery”.
Maybe Diane stands for Desire.
Dan, Dan Bo Ban
Banana Fanna Fo Fan
Fee Fie Mo Man
Daaaaaan!
I was just trying to cheer you up. I didn’t actually write that banana song .
O you cheeky monkey!
Modern Art is largely indistinguishable from litter.
This stems from the feeling that because
‘everything has already been said or done’
(which is a lie) all that is left is the debris
of the spirit…All that’s left is to talk shit!
That’s fine. I don’t care what it’s made from, so long as it’s pleasing on some level. (most of it is just rearranged litter, fer sure, fer sure and it’s grody to the max)
The ‘debris of the spirit’ (beautiful phrase) is exactly what I’m talking about. When you’re talking about the human spirit, it’s all potentially interesting.
I think you’re the only other person who appreciates some (and I stress ‘some’) of the dan’s digital diarrhoea. Every tonne of shite, you might get a nugget or two. (I love your improvised writings too )
I appreciate Dan. When did I say I didn’t appreciate dear ole Dan?
Being absolutely original is impossible because the human mind simply takes something then changes it around in order to make something new.
All fictional monsters and creatures in myth-history are simply combinations of already existent body parts or animals, for example.
Still, uniqueness exists everywhere.
=)
Heheheh.
That banana bana bo bana thing never died out, and I dunno why so many kinds caught onto it. I remember that from school.
Here: there must be more CW:
"Life,
It calls out in such a strange voice.
At first
A tadpole in the waters.
Eventually it mannages to grow
And climb out of the shallow end of things,
But it must return to this place to survive,
From time to time.
Ponds form
By eventual rain flow.
All that was needed
Was a free and open space which was deep and accessable to all.
So it is
For the mind." ~Kermit the Frog.
^
This was just one of the many things that Kermit has said, and Luke shall ressurect him for sure!
Kermit ran for US president, but the dark side was too strong and Bush won! Kermit tried to bring balance to the force, and he will continue his efforts.
Okay, it was a weak moment, but that Justin is so darn cute. 
shiiiiiit!
[size=200]LOL![/size]
that was just plane creepy.
Well it’s all funnyashell to me.
You would have to understand the deep affection between Kermy and Miss Piggy to find it profoundly moving - especially if you are a fan of the Super Bowl! Dan gets that, right Dan?
I have been recently inspired by the holy-frog-spirit, and it has changed who I am as a person. I usedto see the world being covered by %70 water as a statistic, but after feeling what it is like to be an amphibian, I see now that this entire earth is a great big pond of life.
I feel a deeper connection to water and nature.
Insects are not “pests”, they are excellent food!
As I’ve said before:
I had to destroy her before she destroyed me, and she has not been replaced by a hand and a puppet.
During the transfiguration on mnt.siolide, my 13 apostles once said:
“Wazzaaaup!?”
And then I spoke unto them, in saying:
“Wuzzuuuup!?
Bretherin, Kermit has taken unto himself the holy way, and now the force flows through him, along with George Lukus.”
Then I split some fish & bread, thus feeding a large croud, and many of them became believers!
^ This is me with my fallowers, each by number, during a march upon Rome.
Appetite for revenge occurs in a lonely stomach
Bile eats bile
The bones stand against, but remain hollow
I hear cheap music in the wind.
That’s nonsense! 