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Post by Jayce Vallintine on Oct 19, 2003 15:11:07 GMT -5
Ramble 1.1The beganning of all things to come!Thank you for all of your kindness and support but who needs it when you are living and a fabricated world filled with mimes and cheese. Also who is the one responsable for it? Its what you want to believe inside that makes you who you all are, so take out whats inside and lay it on the table for a moment and focus to me, I will be the one to take full responsability for all actions. For this I say one last prase the forms up to two phrases and breaks down social walls. The first one itroduces us on how we are but not who is what, then take that and wipe it off the table you making a mess, but only to see what days are infront of the door when you walk outside.
This is the knowledge I share with you all. Please feel free to coment on what I bring to you. Tell me if it helps you and your daily lives, or gives you nighmares in your sleep. These are only the queston one can answer with ones self... 
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Post by Jayce Vallintine on Oct 19, 2003 15:13:55 GMT -5
Ohh, and highlight the top of my ramble to get the name of this one...
The World is my Potatoe, to each one chews his own!
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Post by OceanWhysper on Oct 19, 2003 21:49:26 GMT -5
Jayce.....giggles....ummmmm Ohhh Kay.....grins........  ;D and then the world continues to turn and turn.....grins |
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Post by LadyWinterWolf on Oct 19, 2003 23:33:43 GMT -5
I love baked potatoes with salt and butter, and baked sweet potatoes with brown sugar and butter......Yummy!!!
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Post by Jayce Vallintine on Oct 20, 2003 9:05:27 GMT -5
Ramble 1.3
Then they all came down this weekend!
My wisdom goes out to those who seek whats true in there hearts. Is it love for the journey they seek is on a long paved road ahead, or is it candey coated chocolate in bit size peices... Man someone needs to invent something like that.
Your road is strainge and purple like the text color I use. This proves that all roads are like text, you can say what and how you are feeling at the time of the first journey you decide your life will take. When dealing with the possability that you are only your own illusion and everything else is a bit off...But around the corner of your heart the road changes to something similer to the larva state of a butterfly. Its only about to bloom about to a full cow once through its cocoon and it acting stage. Butterflies never really made good acters but yet we still allowe them to continue in are society for awhile untel someone gets the guts to tell it off. I would not though I am not there to judge its actions, but to seek its truth and meaning like the road we all travel... Its a dead end sot hen we all travel back, now was that fun! ;D
I hope you continue to take this knowledge I give you and store it somewhere in your body to be released when needed. If you have a point of advice OceanWhisper and Lady Winter Wolf or anyone else then by all means share it with us all!!!
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Post by Jayce Vallintine on Oct 21, 2003 13:53:43 GMT -5
Ramble 1.5This title is pretty in pink ;D[glow=red,2,450] So here is the word I have recieved today when I woke up in my deepest of slumberness. One man alone can not seek the vally he or she wishes, but when they get the proper tools they look like they can, but still can't. So for my first though I would need a pair of pryers or a chainsaw, but most people around here just shove me off like Im nothing. They would give a homeless person change, but they would ignore me and my requests, and Im not homeless. Most stuff takes forever to find though, like VCR and Toiletpaper. One thing I did learn was how well you can manifest this cheese at the cheese shrine above this thread, but that another story   I was to holf all of my personal bolongings when I decided to not go through my own today from withen, but to seek from the words withen one another one most pull out all she knows or haves to become whole with the wyrm. I mean Wyrm my bad, you know... Enropy entity of destruction, the corrupted Wyrm, but thats in my next ramble next time..,. Hey! we all like to here that story, the Wyrm, the Wyld, the Weavyr, and the Wybic. So I end this saying read tomarrows ramble for a good lore in life! You Wyrm Tainted Degraded maniacs...[/glow] So this ramble was brought to you by Pentex, Pentex over 50 Years of House Hold products for your personal needs, by Pentex products today!
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Post by Jayce Vallintine on Oct 22, 2003 6:27:23 GMT -5
Ramble 1.7.2
Today, I speak from my lower intesent.
[shadow=blue,right,400]For all to know I am so very, very tired today. But not as tired as one we keep shoving aside, or pushing away. Yes, the Wyrm! I did promise speaking of the whole story, but I don't know of it so I speak about the Wyrm's loveing heart to let his Entropic hands guide us.[/shadow]But off subject I went to the store to get the juice that was needed for me in my bodely functions. The juice as known in its origenal habbitat is known as, Gibus Glamerous, is becoming more and more extinct and its not even a laughing matter anymore. I don't even think im funny listening to myself like im used to of being? A form of them have taken up small local stores and must be stopped at all cost. The Soul sanction of this talk is to speak from withen, and invert it out like a bad joke.
Remember that there can only be one, but if you cut it in two there is a few more!
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Post by Jayce Vallintine on Oct 23, 2003 11:33:31 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Ramble 1.9.r[/glow]
My final breath of speach
[shadow=blue,right,300]So this might be my last time, but it does not mean that a new dream will come for me to tell its meaning to all. Its languege of a thousands island dressing is atmost admerall from all taken in from the distortion of its smell. Deceding that most of us are not in the right mind as to speak of what we findin are pockets we decide to cover it up like a conspircey. Would you like it if are mothers covered up are life like a conspircey? I would not fathum it. What is life? Is id a dounut? Is it a screwdriver? Or is it a peace of mold on a food item in the fridge? We are ones to see that mold is not nothing like gravey which makes life more interesting. The soul porpuse of us species is to coprehand the world by putting its peices togather like those 3D puzzles. Mainly what I am getting at is that I need to understand what life is, I want you to tell me your meaning in life. Is it hope fallowed by destiney, or is it monkeys swinging on a vine, or is it how many times you can like a tootsy pop and get to the core of the device...[/shadow]
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Post by Ahnemesis on Oct 30, 2003 13:53:25 GMT -5
Would you like a Tylenol?
All that thinking has to get hard.
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Post by Jayce Vallintine on Jan 17, 2004 3:16:55 GMT -5
A New Ramble By the Mad Prophet. This is the Title Though.I only hope that many of you do not need my wisdom. But others or scared to even murple with hurple. I for one have found ways around this dregrading part of life by finding the easer side of life. I go shoping with an extra sack because of this. The life I speak of is inside all of us, and many can not reach it. I found that this best way to get to your life is with a spork. Take it and dig into your stomack untel you find your life. Sometime the life can be mistaken as the splean, so to best find out which is a witch, the splean is an organ. Once you find your life you can sell it at an auction for a few bucks or the highest bidder. Be sure to coat your like with honey butter for a nice crispey flavor before it gets sold. So now I leave you with one thought, please don't come after my life. But you all shall not worry, I have enough I taken from others.Also, no asprian, I am a Malkavian. Us Malkavians have a history of thinking this way. For some who has also realized it, but Happy End of the World!!!! www.white-wolf.com |
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Post by Shura on Jan 17, 2004 17:29:40 GMT -5
It's good to see people who are mad enough to call themselves mad. NB: this is nothing like pople who are sane enough to call themselves mad, who are on the complete other side of the mirror and can't figure out how to get at the juicy bit in the middle.
WoD will never die. Sure some bad stuff has happened (those poor Ravnos. Why'd they have to get screwed?) but also good things (Dementation in the whole family, Assamites back in business) and many more um... things to come.
When you gonna stop ranting and start storytelling anyway? Me's getting thirsty. Blood and souls, mmm...
Anyways, I'm sorry for everyone else who crashed into the elephant.
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Post by Jayce Vallintine on Jan 23, 2004 2:06:27 GMT -5
[shadow=blue,left,300]The True Ramble[/shadow]
Let this be a warning to all who walks the street at night barefooted!
I will have to say this, but only twice in a row. The one who seeks true devise, is one without a toe! For many this is a quest to be wreckened with, and a force to adventure from the unknown. So in all days of this, I will bring no sence to this sunject what so ever. Some of my other stuff at least helps alittle, well this wont. I do not know why I do not want to help, I just don't. Maybe its the after shave you wear, or the color of your nails. I guess that could be the biggest reason why, but in all that is named... I just don't feel up to it. So I guess I am done with this one. Wow! this one is short. I figured I would at least make it a bit longer.
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