Hearing Voices
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bentstrider at 03.17.09 - 12:39 am
When you read a thread posted by a rida you've spoken to in person??
Sara Bond brings this up any time I run into her on the Westside.
She says that when she reads my posts, she hears my voice narrating what I typed.
Now that I think about it, I'm starting to hear the voices of whichever posters post I happen to read here.
Trippy and kind of cool at the same time.
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As long as the voices don't tell you to burn things... or really, burn too many things....
danya03.17.09 - 12:44 am
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Ya mang, happens on FB all the time :P
aksendz03.17.09 - 12:44 am
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For some reason, I hear each post as if it's being read by James Earl Jones.
angle03.17.09 - 12:45 am
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ahahahaha!
@ Bentstrider:
it just happened again! ahahahaha! so funny :)
bondink03.17.09 - 12:46 am
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After being absent from the action for awhile, I now feel like one of those old timers telling all the kids up here about "how life was before the Big Boom!!"
Especially while riding my bike on patrol through the high-school, I'll get all sorts of questions from the "Saturday School" kids and staff in regards to what my spokecards are.
"There were taillights and streamers as far as the eye could see, automobiles were stopped dead in their tracks. The rush was........indescribable."
bentstrider
03.17.09 - 1:34 am
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if you listen closely
the streets
will talk back to you
a rhythm you won't place
like train tracks
rest your hand
its cool surface
vibrations
of a world
so secret
it exits in plain view
like Santa to a child
those that live
in this real world
are the adults
who refuse to see
so stand there
just long enough
and feel the wind
as they pass you by
ghosts from some future
heroes
of a time that will come
and be gone
bondink03.17.09 - 1:46 am
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SCRATCH THE ONE ABOVE - I MADE AN EDIT TO THIS FINALIZED VERSION - sorry:
if you listen closely
the streets
will talk back to you
a rhythm you won't place
like train tracks
rest your hand
its cool surface
vibrations
of a world
so secret
it exits in plain view
like Santa to a child
those that live
in this real world
are the adults
who refuse to see
so stand there
just long enough
and feel the wind
as they pass you by
ghosts from some future
heroes
of a time that will come
to be gone
bondink03.17.09 - 1:48 am
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I wrote a poem tell me what you think....
My deep V's are red
My handle bars are too
My tricycle will cut
All you fricken Bitch ass thieves and taggers in two
-soat
Satan on a Tricycle03.17.09 - 2:05 am
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can i read your poetry in that early-90's-slam-poetry-style voice?
Candy Cane03.17.09 - 2:09 am
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here i got a poem 4 u:
ur deep vees r my deep vees now
the end
PC03.17.09 - 3:53 am
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DAMN!!
PC's on fire!!!
User103.17.09 - 10:46 am
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PC is officially awesome in my book....I HAVE A BOOK
aksendz03.17.09 - 11:45 am
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where is lindsay and the perv?
_iJunes03.17.09 - 12:02 pm
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