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category: residue [glöplog]
There is no meaning. The meaning is our slavely. Slavery to a prison that does not exist. Non slavery. The meaning is that there is no meaning but we seek for a meaning. Yet it makes no sense but this is the only sense to make. When you don't exist you are happy but yet if you don't exist you are not there to experience it. How can you be happy when being happy alone is stationary and thus you won't be? Do you need sadness to understand what is happiness? Yes you do. It might be just a matter of balance but why don't I have it? Why do I know it and don't accept it?
added on the 2009-03-02 14:03:53 by Optimus Optimus
Boat
Gently and softly
It takes you away,
Away from the shore
Into caramel bay

To stare at the lilies
And watch in the sky
A bright yellow comet
Fly suddenly by

The boat and the river
They seem to be friends
One day you will sail
To far away lands
yak
yak
yak
wanna fuck?
added on the 2009-03-02 22:05:11 by cryer cryer
sehr funny
n'hork
n'hork
sehr funny tatsächlich
added on the 2009-03-02 22:07:51 by havoc havoc
Spring break

Spring break is here so time for a break
Been coding for 24h, my eyes ache
Member of pouet but I'm a fake
Lov Lov release a prod for God's sake!

First some cake you'll bake!
Then you'll all see why I'm a fake
Lame prod pouet.net will take
Lov Lov release a prod for God's sake!

I claim to be a coder but I'm a fake
What the hell is cmake?
A C++ pointer... My brain ache
A C# interface? aye aye akeee!

All pouet poets AWAKE!!!
All coders AWAKE!!!
All artists AWAKE!!!
All musicians AWAKE!!!

Spring break
added on the 2013-03-06 15:12:56 by LovCAPONE LovCAPONE
A friend had a problem with the clang compiler ( iOS ) and wrote this on facebook :

The streets are eerily quiet. The method that just returned is immediately called again for no reason. It executes from a nested block in the middle of it. A crow whispers your past and future sins to you. The stack is completely broken. A small child stands in front of you, it's alive but you know that it's missing a soul. The parent object is destroyed, the destructor called from a third party library that wasn't even compiled in C++. There is a terrible Presence all around you, both damning and comforting at the same time. You know it's a concurrency problem, but you only spawn one thread.

The Old Ones await. Click "Build" again, forever.
added on the 2013-03-06 15:45:18 by ekoli ekoli
the ember glow of autumn
touched my hidden spark
flames broke out from fairy circles
dancing in the dark
and then they leapt!
from branch to branch
from tail to whisker, paw to claw
glowing dots down the flaming fur
and just look at all these stripes!

my thoughts purr on as days grow long
of silken fur my quiet song
made of leaves, twigs and clay
pouncing, prowling, endless play
silent whispers out of sight
hidden from the dead of night
sheltered from the coming snow
by waning moons and ember glow
added on the 2013-03-06 15:47:57 by Preacher Preacher
My twin is usually luminescent
elegantly translucent
and filled with glowing substances
from infrared to ultraviolet

but today the colors look washed
the glow is almost impercetible
even in the dark before the sunrise
and it refuses to wear the clothes I give it
instead putting on an old faded uniform
"Private First Class Spencer", it says on the tag

I do not know who PFC Spencer is
but my twin looks adamant and refuses to budge
so I give in to the faint glow
step back
and watch it do the motions
through a two-way mirror, with a chipped lower left corner
located in a hallway
with the commuters hurrying past
and the scent of the hospital lingering in the air
and, when it has performed its duty
it simply stops there
like a showroom dummy
and the people that hurry past
pay no attention

retreating to the library
I listen to the sound of my steps
hide behind the bookshelves
and between the pages of the obscure tomes, rarely opened
become writing
turn into characters
obscure script on an old paper
once passionate strokes of a brush
now only old ink on stained parchment
and listen to the echo
of my footsteps
growing ever fainter still
added on the 2013-03-06 15:48:26 by Preacher Preacher
neon light on a lonely rooftop
amplified readjustment protocol
rainfall transceiver connected
purity and soul

fifteen strings and pure white light
monophone amplifier voice
transistor lightning eloquence
and multicolour noise

this conversation was different, we knew it from the start
the electronics were disconnected
three hundred sixty three minus one small steps were taken
until the market square and the quiet moment
damp november silent on our heels
in a world of lucid farewells

an inkstained sidewalk
and the fleeting jangle of the nightly guitar
drowning me in the autumn yellow
and the upcoming scarlet
echoes between the grey lines
between the sky and the sea
and there, at the zebra crossing
a person stands alone
for there is no reason left
to hop on the white stripes
added on the 2013-03-06 15:49:09 by Preacher Preacher
the softest nightside glow
lays her light upon this world
and the edge of the cloud breaks away
in a tranquil translucence of tears
quietly running down the seam in the sky
making their mark on our skin
as they evaporate from touch
staining the ground and the sky with oils
the red, the blue and the glorious white

this is when love needs to end
and yet it lingers on in the landscape
flows along the stream
alongside the paint and the water
streaking with remembrance every rock, rapid and riverbank
to be broken down by time and the lull of seasons
the eventual glacier, floe and epoch

in this silky smooth darkness I lay
floating on the waves of this song
imagine the stones, carefully painted and carved
now covered with moss, but on them still visible
the chiseled words that still ring out
the ochred portrait of the hunt
and the faint outline of the stillborn moon
added on the 2013-03-06 15:50:29 by Preacher Preacher
Intro

I'm trying to code a 64k intro
Think Imma name it lametro,
It'll last longer that speeches by Castro
Joint so dope, for it there will be an invitro

Preacher got me into this
In this joint he'll get no diss
Mad props to him, give him 1 kiss
Thumb him down, my ass you can kiss??

Bon je suis tanné de l'anglais trop, c'es trop
J'espère que les français vont aimer mon intro
Tellement belle que ca leur donnera une gastro?
Bon je suis tanné de du français trop, c'es trop

You can always count on Lov for quick poetry
Ain't signed to a compagny, live in poverty
Trying to start my own thang like a King in Daventry
You can always count on Lov for quick poetry

Endtro
added on the 2013-04-02 09:44:20 by LovCAPONE LovCAPONE
my english teacher has no brain
her stupid smile is insane
pupils wanna kick her down the stair
and send her with a bomb up in the air
violence is not cool
but it's a way to kill this fool
i'm in her class and not proud
fuck her is my damn shout out

somewhere around 1996. maybe i will remember verse 2 one day :D

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