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[Ottawa_Biatch]

that's awesome

[sdc12303]

great pics

[LongLiveYorke]

PokerChest, on Monday, December 10th, 2007, 12:13 PM, said:

Looked like a lot of fun!

Yeah, you guys must have had lots of fun!!Also, was the last post in this entire subform really on December 10th, 2007? So, does this mean that mine is the first post in a year in a half? I feel kind of special.

[LongLiveYorke]

Yup, still in here all alone. A whole sub forum to myself. It's pretty quite, but in a relaxing, calming sort of way. It's like being alone in a cave. Every now and then there's a small drip, drip, drip, or some unidentifiable noise, but it's nothing that concerns me. I drift in and out of consciousness, out of awareness. I am slowly becoming one with the nothingness that surrounds me. The borders that separate me from the rock are becoming blurry. I melt away, I drift, I speak to the echoes, and they welcome me home.

[LongLiveYorke]

I ache and pain for company. The loneliness sweeps over me, drowns me. My every action does battle with loneliness. I breath to show that it can't suffocate me. I weep to show that I am still alive, still able to feel pain. I cry out, "Havoc!" and "Is this all there is!" to the infinite blackness of my surroundings. It looks back at me, judges me, mocks me. It knows how I struggle, it sees me fight, and yet it doesn't even stop the drip, drip, drip, drip, drip. The water falls down, steady as a metronome. As it has done since the pyramids were built. As it shall do long after I'm forgotten. Forgotten. I'm starting to forget myself. Who is this man, alone in the darkness? Why does he cry out so? Is he mad? No, I shall not turn the dripping off for him. What is he for which I should stop the dripping? For if I stop the dripping, then I am forgotten. And long after the dripping has ceased, I too will be lost, one cave inside another. I'm starting to hear it now. Banging from all sides. How could I have missed it before? I now know his suffering. As he sits there, licking the rocks for sustenance, consuming the maggots, I feel for him. I weep, and my tears drip down.

[serge]

LongLiveYorke, on Thursday, September 10th, 2009, 6:31 AM, said:

I ache and pain for company. The loneliness sweeps over me, drowns me. My every action does battle with loneliness. I breath to show that it can't suffocate me. I weep to show that I am still alive, still able to feel pain. I cry out, "Havoc!" and "Is this all there is!" to the infinite blackness of my surroundings. It looks back at me, judges me, mocks me. It knows how I struggle, it sees me fight, and yet it doesn't even stop the drip, drip, drip, drip, drip. The water falls down, steady as a metronome. As it has done since the pyramids were built. As it shall do long after I'm forgotten. Forgotten. I'm starting to forget myself. Who is this man, alone in the darkness? Why does he cry out so? Is he mad? No, I shall not turn the dripping off for him. What is he for which I should stop the dripping? For if I stop the dripping, then I am forgotten. And long after the dripping has ceased, I too will be lost, one cave inside another. I'm starting to hear it now. Banging from all sides. How could I have missed it before? I now know his suffering. As he sits there, licking the rocks for sustenance, consuming the maggots, I feel for him. I weep, and my tears drip down.

i found you...no more aloneness.LOL at the links to the pictures..I guess this was PRE Facebook..no one will read this..so what the hell.

[JasonBo]

serge, on Friday, September 18th, 2009, 3:47 PM, said:

LOL at the links to the pictures..I guess this was PRE Facebook..

This quote makes me feel really old.

[LongLiveYorke]

serge, on Friday, September 18th, 2009, 6:47 PM, said:

i found you...no more aloneness.LOL at the links to the pictures..I guess this was PRE Facebook..no one will read this..so what the hell.

It was when the madness overtook me. I could no longer trust my senses. I could no longer trust my desires. Had I imagined it, an oasis, a mirage, a reprieve from the infinite darkness and nothing. Did my body even remember that it longed for human contact? I had separated into two. My mind curled up and closed away. My body going through the motions, feeling pain, hunger, thirst, eating, drinking, sleeping. I no longer dreamed. Or was I no longer ever awake? This must be what happens during the deepest of meditations. The separation of the physical from the abstract. But I did not find enlightenment there, I found dark eyes that never blinked, that looked back at me, that knew what I knew and everything more, and I was afraid. And yet I no longer knew fear, for I had seen what was at the end of the tunnel. I lived and eternal purgatory. I longed for hell, for the ability to feel. But that was long gone. I was the moss on the rocks. I grow, I exist, but I am not I am.I could go for miles in these endless caves, I could be a great explorer, I could be Magellan and these caves the sea, and my body the vessel, and I could conquer all. But when I'm gone, my story will be lost, for these caves lack scribes. They are too dark, too deep, and have long forgotten how to remember. They are static. The limestone is hard, and I can not leave my mark. I break nails trying; the scratches fade. How long do bones last? How long into the water drips over me, and my calcium becomes part of the rock? Will me as a rock be softer? Will someone be able to leave their mark on me? Will I be a vessel of remembrance? Is my all to be given so that another may not be lost? Am I Ozymandias? Who will behold, and who will despair? My kingdom is a vacuum, and I, it's sovereign, am lost.

[nutzbuster]

LongLiveYorke, on Monday, September 7th, 2009, 9:10 AM, said:

Yup, still in here all alone. A whole sub forum to myself. It's pretty quite, but in a relaxing, calming sort of way. It's like being alone in a cave. Every now and then there's a small drip, drip, drip, or some unidentifiable noise, but it's nothing that concerns me. I drift in and out of consciousness, out of awareness. I am slowly becoming one with the nothingness that surrounds me. The borders that separate me from the rock are becoming blurry. I melt away, I drift, I speak to the echoes, and they welcome me home.

drip Man seeing these old pics reminds me of the early days around here. So much time has passed that this actually seems like a long time ago now. So many people are long gone...

[LongLiveYorke]

nutzbuster, on Monday, October 12th, 2009, 11:50 PM, said:

So much time has passed that this actually seems like a long time ago now. So many people are long gone...

And yet to me the passing of time is a mere illusion. For, how do I record it? Does it pass it all? Do I age? Does the world change if I can't count the change? No fingers on the clock, no dots on the alarm, only the unstopping eternity. Having all time means having no time. It has all flattened. All dimensions are one. I am, but will not be, nor never was. What do I move relative to? If there is nothing relative, do I move at all? If there is no basis, can there be a comparison? Am I drifting, sliding, or am I standing and fighting?

[Balloon guy]

LongLiveYorke, on Wednesday, October 14th, 2009, 1:04 PM, said:

And yet to me the passing of time is a mere illusion. For, how do I record it? Does it pass it all? Do I age? Does the world change if I can't count the change? No fingers on the clock, no dots on the alarm, only the unstopping eternity. Having all time means having no time. It has all flattened. All dimensions are one. I am, but will not be, nor never was. What do I move relative to? If there is nothing relative, do I move at all? If there is no basis, can there be a comparison? Am I drifting, sliding, or am I standing and fighting?

Want to see time fly?Throw a clock out the window-Bazooka Joe

[Roll the Bones]

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