I liked it :p
All in due time...
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pretzels
Wtf!?!?!?!?
"My pain is constant and sharp. And I do not hope for a better world for anyone. In fact, I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want noone to escape. But even after admitting this, there is no catharsis. My punishment continues to dwell with me. And I gain a deeper knowledge of myself. Though no new knowledge can be extracted from my telling."
kaynight wrote:
Try making sense. Works for everyone else here.
Oh please. Since when has making sense ever been a standard for posting in the forums. 
Plus, it does make sense.
So there
:)>
Jan 3, 2015
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normally writers don't explain their work. I wanted to break the taboo and say it was inspired by my excessive chess use. I wanted to share something that might be a common occurrence. Brain overload. I also have a dark side about lost youth in an endless array of chess moves. Lost in the board so to speak.
I currently have a chess overload.....
What a coincidence Charles
Was just rereading glamorama and Patrick Bateman just made his appearance
squareofthepawn wrote:
pretzels
They're making me thirsty.
pilotk9 wrote:
What a coincidence Charles
Was just rereading glamorama and Patrick Bateman just made his appearance
I had no idea I was reciting Patrick Bateman, lol! 
Just wrote down what I overheard in a song on the radio.
Gaff: Monsieur, azonnal kövessen engem, bitte!
[Deckard gestures to Sushi Master for translation]
Sushi Master: He say you under arrest, Mister Deckard.
Deckard: Got the wrong guy, pal.
Gaff: Lófaszt! Nehogy már! Te vagy a Blade, Blade Runner!
Sushi Master: He say you blade runner.
Deckard: Tell him I'm eating.
Gaff: Captain Bryant toka. Meni-o mae-yo.
Deckard: Bryant, huh?
The road has been ever so long and difficult. Narrow is the lane I drive through stop signs only to fall out of the car in a daze. The chess road. This week long craze of chess mania has driven forks into the narrow passages in my mind. Dark and flustered. The army of bots attack with accelerated dragons and I cry, "viva late Yugoslav attack." Images fly by night in a cascade of endless information overload. "I remember only what my mind is in the mood for." The heavy drifting. I can see the ocean from way up here as I fly ever so high up in the sky. Falling down after midnight. So I sleep soundly. Caissa calls all in due time.