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o evil news,
o darkest dawn,
where is our Scat?
where has she gone?

She no longer has time
to spend on ATS
when she'll come back
Is anyones guess.



[edit on 13/10/2004 by earthtone]

Is she ill with the flue
Or should we worry less
Maybe all she needs to do
Is refill her Pez

Please pass the sugar and one brussel sprout whilst still trying to fathom what this forums about.

There, have the salt and one plate of beans while here the ATS writers write about their dreams.

PEZ half full,
time well spent,
off ATS,
I must repent.

I;m feeling lonely,
and oh so grim,
I miss you dreamers,
so I'm checking in.

I wish I could,
get back in the fight,
though I'm still away,
I can write tonight.

*I'll be checking in occasionaly, though they will be sparse and random until everything gets, err, back in order.

tomorrow
today
whats the difference
between now
and several nows from now
because right now i dont know whether i should believe in this world of now, because the next now seems like it running into this one
because tomorrow
is always today
from someone elses backyard

It's not what you expected, and even less like what you had hoped for. It's actually a complete letdown that nobody ever tells you about. Well, actually, they DID try to tell you about it but you didn't listen because you're a dumb bastard. Sometimes you just have to feel the pain of getting kicked in the balls to know that it hurts.

By Zip

Death

is


final.


We lurch towards it. It stalks us and haunts our dreams. Everyday we take a step, could be a last. We all wait for it.

Make people happy and you will be happy.

Here comes yesterday, stumbling over the untied laces of promises never kept and decisions never made.

And there goes tomorrow, running from shadows cast by the flames that illuminate today.

So, I tap tap tap dance along the clouds,
as the world spins below me, round and round.

But when I get dizzy and fall all the way down,
I sing sing sing that dreadful sound.

And the sea brings me giggle giggle gigglin around,
with all the little honeys, dancing abound.

"So I'm sitting in my car, right?"

"Right."

"And this total lame ugly guy comes up and is like, 'Hey Maria..."

"Ew."

"Yeah, right? And I'm like, 'Watch the car, dork,' right?"

"Right."

"And he's like, 'Have you ever stopped to think about how little time you have?' And I'm like, 'Uhh...whatever."

"Yeah?"

"And he's like, 'It's too bad your 60 seconds is almost up. And I'm like, 'whatever weirdo.' And he's like, "Too bad you only exist in a 2 dimenional plane of unreality. And I'm like, 'What are you talking about?' "

"Yeah?"

"And he's like, it's too bad you only live in these words and through these lines. Too bad your 60 seconds is already gone and you won't exist after this.' And I'm like 'what?' And he was like, 'like this-

END.