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 Topics - Prose/Poetry
  A taste of Paradise posted by quill, 2008-05-14 10:00:53
The return (full story)
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 Flying Kites posted by Layla Anwar via talya, 2008-04-14 19:09:57
Come and see
our overflowing morgues and find our little ones ...
You may find them in this corner or the other, a little hand poking out, pointing at you...
Come and search for them in the rubble of your ‘surgical’ air raids, you may find a little leg or a little head...pleading for your attention.
Come and see them amassed in the garbage dumps, scavenging morsels of food...
Come and see, come....
See them being trafficked, raped, sold and finally killed by your brave boys. The “final solution.” Remember that one? It was not so long ago...Except this time it is carried out by the "greatest democracy on earth." …
http://arabwomanblues.blogspot.com/2007/10/flying-kites_12.html (full story)
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 Parallel Universe posted by harely quin, 2008-03-23 11:34:54
I saw myself in a parallel universe the other day searching for something I hadn’t lost. It seems I possessed what my mirror-self had lost -- very disconcerting! (full story and 1 comments)
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 Eight Hundred Years of Bliss posted by quill, 2007-11-24 12:30:05
In celebration of Jalalu’l-Din Rumi, intoxicated on the Ecstasy of pure unadulterated existence – one who has crossed the bridge, an immortal. We are ONE! (full story)
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 BBQ Chicken posted by dada, 2007-08-09 01:16:03
I usually pick up a BBQ Chicken at the end of the week, more from a need to avoid cooking than as a treat. I hadn’t seen the shop assistant who served me before, he was very particular about which chicken I selected, he gently prodded a few, very gently turned a few over all the while commenting on moisture content, texture and oven position. Very dedicated I thought as I pointed to a small plump chicken. The attendant smiled approvingly at my selection. As he placed the chicken in a take-away BBQ bag he gave me a knowing wink and said, “good selection, the pretty ones are not for eating." He then ritualistically handed the bag to me with both hands as if making an offering. Very odd behaviour I thought as I headed for the fresh vegetable section to obtain salad ingredients. (full story and 2 comments)
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Respite posted by quill, 2007-08-04 22:50:55
For those for whom the world is meaningless and tiresome, read and remember! (full story)
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 Interlude #9 posted by tra la, 2007-05-11 10:51:52
By way of balance and release. (full story)
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 ppp club posted by reed, 2007-04-07 02:21:21
where have all the poets gone? (full story)
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 Delayed Eye Movements posted by stylus via reed, 2007-04-02 23:03:50
a storeroom of experience and a mind out of time (full story)
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 What is Old is New posted by apollonius, 2007-03-24 11:51:25
Perhaps a brief interlude is warranted on this site. A few whispers from the past follow:
"And as all things have been arose from one by ye mediation of one: so all things have their birth from this one thing by adaptation."
(Isaac Newton -- 1680)
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A Word or Two posted by evo, 2006-12-04 10:17:46
The word assassin comes to us from the hashish eaters who were commissioned to dispatch/eliminate enemy leaders – an interesting tactic that survives today in Iraq and other Muslim regions. Target the presented puppet leadership and force the faceless powers to reveal their real intentions to the world. Who would lament the elimination of those who would do the bidding of slave masters? Are they not worse than their masters? Theirs is the work of traitors – for thirteen pieces of dung they sell their OWN people to slave merchants. (full story and 3 comments)
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 Mixed Bag posted by various, 2006-10-31 17:48:17
An assortment from various sources. (full story)
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 Mother Shipton's Prophecy posted by anon via rialator, 2006-10-26 11:25:59
The site does not usually cater for conjecture or new-age space cadets. However, this post is worth a read if not for the ‘signal in the heavens’ – a comet or other astronomical event – then for its uncanny accuracy on present events. Validation would prove depressing in any case, as it would be too late to recover. With that said it is perhaps timely to consider the experiments done by behavioural psychologists in the recent past.
Small groups of mammals (rodents) were given a finite environment to inhabit. Initially the supplied (confined) space, fixed supply of food, water and nesting material were abundant for the small numbers. The rodents began to breed prolifically; soon the finite resources were insufficient for the exploding population of rats. Suffice to say the rats began to kill, cannibalise and otherwise lose all their normal protective social behaviour – rat mayhem ensued. The rats became totally pathological relative to their earlier behaviour. Interestingly, the outcome was total extinction not the survival of the fittest as would be expected. The surviving rat generations lost all sense and instinctive direction and continued to kill each other (as learnt). The survivors all died or were severely crippled from their wounds.
If you ever wonder why, in the face of EXPOSED criminal government, the population DOES NOT ACT – it would appear it’s programmed in the DNA, let’s just call it the ‘lemming syndrome’. The species self-destructs in order that the greater good is maintained/harmonised. This applies to ALL species – how does it feel to be a failed species? The looming climatic catastrophe is man made – POLLUTION! Better not to mention the inability of man to successfully deal with the simple equation of limited sustainability.
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MANIFESTO of the progeny posted by holloman, 2006-08-09 16:55:48
There is no such thing as security! (full story and 1 comments)
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Through the Abyss posted by tora diab, 2006-07-24 17:17:54
Who or what is able to contend with one tempered by the horror of horrors, one who willingly enters the fires of hell in order to overcome? The demons run at the sight of those that have overcome the transforming fires of the Abyss! Only those that have passed through are able to comprehend our state. For the rest, run, hide or die are your only options. WE RULE THE RULERS.
Thus refined we achieve perfection in LOVE -- We are ONE! (full story)
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