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This thread is dedicated to Isis.

It is also a place for her to come

and bubble and squeal and use *'s

to her unending delight.

 

It is also a place for other GFN

forum members to come and talk to

Isis. (only good stuff.) no 'Dising.'

 

protocol should be followed.

posts should be preferably in

pink. And should use at least

one set of asteriks denoting

some action or activity.

 

and even if you dislike Pocky

(well no, Isis said she likes to

speak her mind so Gendo, eleborate

on how much you detest the stuff.

and go crazy with Anime here too.

 

The Blue Casket forum

is very noticably purple.

And I the round purple one

do not want to be the only one

posting here. So Isis and fellow

forum members it is time to

"think pink."

 

*takes a drag of his Popeye

candy cigarette, and re-adjusts

the Blue casket's stage microphone

and nods to Kaldaravera

sitting in the corner

of the Blue casket.*

"I am the Bluebird of Unhappiness

amongst the Rose Coloured Worms."

*the crowd snaps their fingers,

diging the word, like crazy man!

and the waiting staff brings

around more bubbly green Absynthe.

And a hush falls over the room

as all eyes turn towards Isis."

:jawa

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A nice idea and a sweet gesture, but you're going to have to hand out barf bags if every single post is going to be in hot pink. I'm starting to feel a little queasy already. Nonetheless, I will start off by making the first reply. *Ahem*

 

No offence Isis buddy, but:

 

I HATE POCKY!

 

HATE IT HATE IT HATE IT HATE IT!!

 

I F*CKIN HATE IT!

 

*Ahem*

 

Carry on.

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:jawa

*smiles and chuckles over

Gendo's post, but suggests,

that monseur chose another

color, to better reflect his

personae dramatis.

then looks at the time

and realizes happy computer

time is over for now

and is on his way offline,

but not before

*S* *G* *H* and *W*ing

at Isis.*

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*Clears throat.*

 

Ahem.

 

In the moonlight I felt your heart

Quiver like a bowstring's pulse

In the moon's pure light, you looked at me

Nobody knows your heart

 

When the sun is gone I see you

Beautiful and haunting, but cold

Like the blade of a knife, so sharp and so sweet

Nobody knows your heart

 

All of your sorrow, grief and pain

Locked away in the forest of the night

Your secret heart belongs to the world

Of the things that sigh in the dark

Oh the things that cry in the dark

 

*Walks back to her seat to the snapping of fingers.*

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*Gets up out of his seat

and staggers over to Isis

now surrounded by a new group

of dead beat poet admirers,

and says to her, hey baby!

Your poetry it did not sound

like bacon or oppression;

it smelt like Pocky!

I Love the smell of Pocky

in the morning,

it smells like Pocky.*

(anyways I have an avi

for you Isis so PM me

and give send me your email.)

 

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*the eggplant grabs Gendo's

hand and puts a left handed cigarette

into it, and then well...

what sort of adjective describes

how an eggplant moves itself?

and again somehow taking the stage

the eggplant adjusts the mike and begins.*

*NATURE OF THE BEAST:

YOU CAN COUNT ON THAT

 

There is ONE

or

I

to begin with

TWO is

WE

and in logical order

THREE is

YOU

FOUR is simple

LOVE

and then the beat repeats

to the opposite

four letter word

that of

HATE

next is FIVE

ANGER

most definitely is SIX

to

DETEST

finality reaches SEVEN

and we

DESPISE

lately comes EIGHT

the feeling of

BETRAYAL

NINE, we lay our bodies down drained

APATHETIC

then wake to the light which is TEN

LONELINESS

ELEVEN

being two separate ones

like YOU

and I

an odd unstable number

a time of Instability

which is what Love and Life

are all about

TEN leads not to

ELEVEN

but just back to ONE

or

I

you can COUNT on that.*

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*Snaps her fingers as DE sits down.*

 

That was great, man! Really meant something!

 

*Walks to the mic and sings "Call Your Name" from Escaflowne.*

 

aoi sora ga ureshikute

fui ni kakedashi-te shimatta hito

ame no hi ni tomodachi kara

uchiakebanashi wo sareta hito

katteta NEKO wo shinaseta hito

inochi no owari wo shi-tte'ru hito

kimi wa boku nanda

boku wa kimi nanda

 

umi wo mite-itara totsuzen ni

tsuyoki ni natte sakenda hito

mienai yakusoku wo shinjite

hitasura tabi wo tsudzuke'ru hito

un ga warui to boyaku hito

nanika ga chigau to nayamu hito

kimi wa boku nanda

boku wa kimi nanda

 

kawaii hito wo mamoritai

yawai jibun ni sawaritai

ima made ichido mo shi-tai koto no nai

sayonara no iikata

kuchi kara kobore ochita uta

karada no uchigawa de hikaru genseki

kimi wa boku nanda

boku wa kimi nanda

 

kore kara no koto kangae nagara

itsu no ma ni ka nete shimatta toki

kowarenai to omotte'ta mono ga

akkenaku kowarechatta toki

waza to warui koto wo shi-tai toki

yuuyake ga mune ni haitta toki

kimi wa boku nanda

boku wa kimi nanda

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*holding up ronson's lighter

in cliche 70's rock anthem mode,

tries to snap fingers but ends up

burning them slightly. drops lighter

picks it up and heads towards stage,

looks around kind of guilty

and a bit embarassed and begins.*

 

3 ducks are brought to a court room.

the judge looks at the 3 ducks and says

"okay step up one at a time,

tell me your name,

and tell me why you are here?"

first duck steps up and says;

"hello my name is quack.

and I am here because I got caught

blowing bubbles in the pond."

so the judge nods and says;

"okay 1 week community service,

and do not do it again.

...Next..."

second duck steps up and says;

"hello my name is quack quack.

and I am here because I got caught

blowing bubbles in the pond."

so the judge nods and says;

"okay 1 week community service,

and do not do it again.

...Next...

 

the third duck step up,

but the judge interupts and says:

"don't tell me let me guess;

your name is quack quack quack."

the third duck says:

"No, my name is bubbles."

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Ew. Funny. But ew.

 

*Walks up to the mic.*

 

Armageddon:

 

How many times must we start again,

The creation of the world from beginning to end?

What will it take before we learn?

We gotta wake up now and show some concern.

What will the future hold?

How many untold stories will be told?

Just what will the future bring?

How many species of birds will have a song to sing?

Man and man can't even get on,

And man and women've been at war for far too long.

Superior race all this black and white vision.

Catholic. Muslim. There's too many religions.

Too much hatred, too much greed.

Ignorant people pollute the air that we breathe.

We've gotta wake up now before it's much too late.

Hungry people need food on their plate.

People being killed for just a few pence:

Can you justify that? 'Cause it makes no sense to me.

You're growing up much too fast.

The destruction of mankind: how long will it last?

 

Perfect: that's what I'm striving to be. The next best thing will do for me.

I do my best. You disagree.

Holier than thou, holier than me.

Commiting crimes with no remorse.

As good as gold now an evil force.

One word description is a dis.

You lick a boy down for his bag of cheese 'n' onion crisps.

And you don't even stop to think

Whatever happened to the dinosaurs could make us all extinct.

I'm being judged by the clothes that I wear.

We've gotta educate those with a grudge to bear.

But I'm content to a certain extent.

You're condemned for life; it's too late to repent.

Innermost beauty: such a terrible waste.

Caught between a rock and a hard place.

 

Be judged according to what you've done.

Live this life. The next is a better one.

Eat the fruit from the tree of life.

'Cause if you live by the sword... You'll die by the knife.

How great and wonderful are your days?

How right and true are your ways?

No more death, grief, crying or pain,

'Cause only the good things will remain.

Heed my words, 'cause what I'm saying is true.

Treat them exactly as they treated you.

Wipe away the tears from your eyes.

Be proud, lift your head up. Reach for the skies.

 

Condemned for what you did to them.

Now see how quick they fall to worship him.

There's a place in my heart that makes me understand.

Prepared and ready like a bride dressed to meet her husband.

Treat life as a learning process.

I said turn right, so you took a sharp left.

Wake up and we'll all sleep peacefully.

The sun shines, but it still seems bleak to me.

You tell a lie and convince me it's the truth.

I'm well-mannered, but you still call me uncouth.

I believe that there's got to be much more.

I hope I'm ready when death comes knocking on my door.

Mabye tonight, mabye as I sleep.

It can drive you mad if you think too deep.

But don't have a breakdown 'cause I called you a clown.

You threw a punch and missed. I killed you with a kiss.

What on earth will you do then?

The hour of your death... Amen!

And all the prejudice that I've sustained.

I know it sounds funny, but I just can't stand the pain.

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