The Fringe

Want to hear some polish humor?

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What did you sell your soul for?

:time:

The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog

I know i'm not funny

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II

Empress of Art, for thee I twine
This wreath with all too slender skill.
Forgive my Muse each halting line,
And for the deed accept the will!

O day of tears! Whence comes this spectre grim,
Parting, like Death's cold river, souls that love?
Is not he bound to thee, as thou to him,
By vows, unwhispered here, yet heard above?

And still it lives, that keen and heavenward flame,
Lives in his eye, and trembles in his tone:
And these wild words of fury but proclaim
A heart that beats for thee, for thee alone!

But all is lost: that mighty mind o'erthrown,
Like sweet bells jangled, piteous sight to see!
"Doubt that the stars are fire," so runs his moan,
"Doubt Truth herself, but not my love for thee!"

A sadder vision yet: thine aged sire
Shaming his hoary locks with treacherous wile!
And dost thou now doubt Truth to be a liar?
And wilt thou die, that hast forgot to smile?

Nay, get thee hence! Leave all thy winsome ways
And the faint fragrance of thy scattered flowers:
In holy silence wait the appointed days,
And weep away the leaden-footed hours.

--Lewis Carroll

would anyone like to say what they mean?

all-y all-y in come free

your madness is intensly exciting

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in this community, insanity is a highly prized value

I'm on the train,
it's moving,
am i moving?
where are your eyes?
come have a look inside
no looking back
unless that's where
our eyes are about to meet
i'm turning my billows
and washing your flags
and so it grows
so it can flicker
a cup full of posie
and molasses thick vinegar

Do you want to know where I get my inspiration from?

Well, to answer your question, most of my inspiration is from everything that you don't say...

and then there's this fine classy lady:

and the third riddle:

III

The air is bright with hues of light
And rich with laughter and with singing:
Young hearts beat high in ecstasy,
And banners wave, and bells are ringing:
But silence falls with fading day,
And there's an end to mirth and play.
Ah, well-a-day

Rest your old bones, ye wrinkled crones!
The kettle sings, the firelight dances.
Deep be it quaffed, the magic draught
That fills the soul with golden fancies!
For Youth and Pleasance will not stay,
And ye are withered, worn, and gray.
Ah, well-a-day!

O fair cold face! O form of grace,
For human passion madly yearning!
O weary air of dumb despair,
From marble won, to marble turning!
"Leave us not thus!" we fondly pray.
"We cannot let thee pass away!"
Ah, well-a-day!

--Lewis Carroll

From this day forward:

a special sort of death for one so fair:


the victims eyes will close forever

Final Riddle:

IV.

My First is singular at best:
More plural is my Second:
My Third is far the pluralest -
So plural-plural, I protest
It scarcely can be reckoned!

My First is followed by a bird:
My Second by believers
In magic art: my simple Third
Follows, too often, hopes absurd
And plausible deceivers.

My First to get at wisdom tries -
A failure melancholy!
My Second men revered as wise:
My Third from heights of wisdom flies
To depths of frantic folly.

My First is ageing day by day:
My Second's age is ended:
My Third enjoys an age, they say,
That never seems to fade away,
Through centuries extended.

My Whole? I need a poet's pen
To paint her myriad phases:
The monarch, and the slave, of men -
A mountain-summit, and a den
Of dark and deadly mazes -

A flashing light - a fleeting shade -
Beginning, end, and middle
Of all that human art hath made
Or wit devised! Go, seek HER aid,
If you would read my riddle!

--Lewis Carroll

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:fullmoon:

:goodnight:

This thread makes me miss Institutionalized - he was the most insane GLPer around, with great heart and fantastic humor. Wonder what happened to him?


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I’m glad that this make sense to you too then.
The thing that I am trying to remember the most today is not let fear ruin my morals.
And you guys are so cute, can I keep all of you?
I think my Aunt knows Institutionalized, I will ask her!

My one wish is that when you're here, you don't hold back any of your desires. n Just be yourself to your fullest....dreams do come true!

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guys, come on, you know working is totally overrated

everything is free!