The Eternal Thread: TET's More Like It!

[Redrania]

[Drown]

(Image)

What?

Also pls spoiler yuge image.

[Soldati Senza Confini]

Rides at the fair, like Pharaoh's Fury, give me a fit of the giggles when I ride them.

But does it turn you upside down tho?

[Katyuscha]

Rides at the fair, like Pharaoh's Fury, give me a fit of the giggles when I ride them.

Man, I need to go to Six Flags or something, soon. I haven't been on a ride in years

[Hetalia Dakota 2 II]

What's your favorite idea? Mine is being creative.

[Thermodolia]

Well this is fun. http://m.ajc.com/news/news/breaking-new ... ort/nsZjp/
At least it explains why the gas prices are so damn high

[Drown]

What's your favorite idea? Mine is being creative.

Buying guitar amps and turning them up to max volume.

[Redrania]

What's your favorite idea? Mine is being creative.

Buying guitar amps and turning them up to max volume.

k

[Ostrovshima]

I would like some help improving these lyrics that I made up:

It's a Saturday, at midnight, at my father's house
And my restlessness, makes me pace around.
Aimlessly drifing, not making a sound.
Bored and caged, inside my home,
With artificial light.

Spending my weekends,
not experiencing the night.
But rather fighting it,
With artificial light.

As I wander my home,
my mind begins to drift.
Drifting off, into better worlds,
As my soul starts to shift.

I become detatched,
From what most perceive,
as reality.
For what is real, I claim not to know,
As I wander my home.

Spending my weekends,
not experiencing the night.
But rather fighting it,
With artificial light.

My better worlds, become corrupt,
and they turn depraved.
As twisted evil consumes my soul.
I start to rant and rave.
Madness, and entropy,
They will consume us all,
And for I cannot be saved,
I will laugh at it all.

Spending my weekends,
not experiencing the night,
But rather fighting it,
With artificial light.

My mind shifts it's focus,
To a friend I once knew,
A fading memory,
And a pleasant one too.
But now it clouds my judgement,
It's an obsession.
Slowly it dawns on me,
I've lived my whole life wrong.

Spending my weekends,
Not experiencing the night,
But rather fighting it,
With artificial light.

I realize, that I am trapped,
deep inside my mind.
Unable to break the chains
That hold me back in life.
And so my mind drifts, once more,
And I start to cry,
The only qualia,
the Artificial Light

And so I still spend, my weekends,
not experiencing the light,
But rather fighting it,
With artificial light.,

[Ostrovshima]

Ahoy? Comrades? Is anyone there?

...

I'm all alone.

[Vyestro]

Ahoy? Comrades? Is anyone there?

...

I'm all alone.

You'll never walk alone.

[Ostrovshima]

Ahoy? Comrades? Is anyone there?

...

I'm all alone.

You'll never walk alone.

Thank you Comrade Vyestro. It's good to have someone to talk to. Experiencing nothing but my own thoughts is a maddening process. How are you at this hour?

[Vyestro]

You'll never walk alone.

Thank you Comrade Vyestro. It's good to have someone to talk to. Experiencing nothing but my own thoughts is a maddening process. How are you at this hour?

Um, I am just wondering if I am a plastic fan.

[Immoren]

Ahoy? Comrades? Is anyone there?

...

I'm all alone.

It's sunday morning.

[Luziyca]

You'll never walk alone.

Thank you Comrade Vyestro. It's good to have someone to talk to. Experiencing nothing but my own thoughts is a maddening process. How are you at this hour?

Just finished watching Unification: Part II. God: Spock is committed to reunifying Vulcans and Romulans.

[Luziyca]

I don't know.

Then again, in 2014, we had a lockout from Sept. 20th to Oct. 18th.

That's a big deal if it turns into a month-long thing.

Indeed. Talks have been scheduled, but I am not sure if things will come to fruition.

[Ostrovshima]

Thank you Comrade Vyestro. It's good to have someone to talk to. Experiencing nothing but my own thoughts is a maddening process. How are you at this hour?

Um, I am just wondering if I am a plastic fan.

Okay then. Did you read my unbelieveably poorly written and pretentious rough draft of song lyrics? They are in a prior post, if you want to provide criticism.

[Vyestro]

Um, I am just wondering if I am a plastic fan.

Okay then. Did you read my unbelieveably poorly written and pretentious rough draft of song lyrics? They are in a prior post, if you want to provide criticism.

As long as they aren't lyrics to a mainstream song, I won't critisize anything.

[Vyestro]

What's your favorite idea? Mine is being creative.

Want some of my ADHD?

[Ostrovshima]

Okay then. Did you read my unbelieveably poorly written and pretentious rough draft of song lyrics? They are in a prior post, if you want to provide criticism.

As long as they aren't lyrics to a mainstream song, I won't critisize anything.

I wrote these lyrics in about an hour, to keep myself amused. I would like advice.

I would like some help improving these lyrics that I made up:

It's a Saturday, at midnight, at my father's house
And my restlessness, makes me pace around.
Aimlessly drifing, not making a sound.
Bored and caged, inside my home,
With artificial light.

Spending my weekends,
not experiencing the night.
But rather fighting it,
With artificial light.

As I wander my home,
my mind begins to drift.
Drifting off, into better worlds,
As my soul starts to shift.

I become detatched,
From what most perceive,
as reality.
For what is real, I claim not to know,
As I wander my home.

Spending my weekends,
not experiencing the night.
But rather fighting it,
With artificial light.

My better worlds, become corrupt,
and they turn depraved.
As twisted evil consumes my soul.
I start to rant and rave.
Madness, and entropy,
They will consume us all,
And for I cannot be saved,
I will laugh at it all.

Spending my weekends,
not experiencing the night,
But rather fighting it,
With artificial light.

My mind shifts it's focus,
To a friend I once knew,
A fading memory,
And a pleasant one too.
But now it clouds my judgement,
It's an obsession.
Slowly it dawns on me,
I've lived my whole life wrong.

Spending my weekends,
Not experiencing the night,
But rather fighting it,
With artificial light.

I realize, that I am trapped,
deep inside my mind.
Unable to break the chains
That hold me back in life.
And so my mind drifts, once more,
And I start to cry,
The only qualia,
the Artificial Light

And so I still spend, my weekends,
not experiencing the light,
But rather fighting it,
With artificial light.,

[Vyestro]

As long as they aren't lyrics to a mainstream song, I won't critisize anything.

I wrote these lyrics in about an hour, to keep myself amused. I would like advice.

I would like some help improving these lyrics that I made up:

It's a Saturday, at midnight, at my father's house
And my restlessness, makes me pace around.
Aimlessly drifing, not making a sound.
Bored and caged, inside my home,
With artificial light.

Spending my weekends,
not experiencing the night.
But rather fighting it,
With artificial light.

As I wander my home,
my mind begins to drift.
Drifting off, into better worlds,
As my soul starts to shift.

I become detatched,
From what most perceive,
as reality.
For what is real, I claim not to know,
As I wander my home.

Spending my weekends,
not experiencing the night.
But rather fighting it,
With artificial light.

My better worlds, become corrupt,
and they turn depraved.
As twisted evil consumes my soul.
I start to rant and rave.
Madness, and entropy,
They will consume us all,
And for I cannot be saved,
I will laugh at it all.

Spending my weekends,
not experiencing the night,
But rather fighting it,
With artificial light.

My mind shifts it's focus,
To a friend I once knew,
A fading memory,
And a pleasant one too.
But now it clouds my judgement,
It's an obsession.
Slowly it dawns on me,
I've lived my whole life wrong.

Spending my weekends,
Not experiencing the night,
But rather fighting it,
With artificial light.

I realize, that I am trapped,
deep inside my mind.
Unable to break the chains
That hold me back in life.
And so my mind drifts, once more,
And I start to cry,
The only qualia,
the Artificial Light

And so I still spend, my weekends,
not experiencing the light,
But rather fighting it,
With artificial light.,

Better than 95% of mainstream songs.

[Dalviric UIA]

What kind of song would this be?

[Vyestro]

What kind of song would this be?

Glitch hop/110BPM please.

[Ostrovshima]

What kind of song would this be?

When I was writing it, I imagined the song itself to be soft and soothing. Something ethereal and dreamlike. Something that my mother could have sung to me as a lullaby, if the lyrics were different.

The lyrics describe a teenage boy with mental illness becoming trapped inside his mind, and the chorus says that this happens to him every weekend, since he stays up late.

[Ostrovshima]

Ahoy? is anyone else still reading this thread?