( 13 ) anon text ♧ the good lord comes arrive upon the mountain just to see what we have done

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linked to save browsers, also not ic.

( ooc | same rules as the first and second go-rounds; this takes place at O'DARK THIRTY icly, may 8th. i'll do the same i did last time, spread out the comments so it's not 'be here now or suck it': all the bulletins will have gone up in a cluster icly.

this time it's more conscious, but neal will claim no knowledge again. due to the anon function no ic tracing can be done, but it's not like he didn't do this already so the people who know his work don't need to icly beat around the bush to spare MYSTERY etc.

other than that, have fun and remember: smiley is our friend.

...right? )

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[jurisimpudent]

Oh, good. The prankster is back.

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[coffeeking]

don't

believe

everything

they

tell

you

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[cobaltblue]

dude, the fuck are you on?

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[sexting]

Oh, for fuck's sake

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[tarheel]

hey, leave hendrix out of your magical mystery tour bullshit. he doesn't deserve this.

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[jurisimpudent]

I take it you've been wasting your time "translating" that nonsense?

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[goldshirt]

I wouldn't call that a waste of time.

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[goldshirt]

Can't knock the taste in music.

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[jurisimpudent]

It's only not a waste of time if you've literally nothing else to do. Boiling water is more productive than mucking about with this nonsense. Don't tell me you buy into it as well, Kirk?

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[goldshirt]

I don't think anything up here is insignificant.

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[jurisimpudent]

Shall I contribute, then? Perhaps speak a bit of Pig Latin? Will you take that to be significant?

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[goldshirt]

This isn't pig latin.

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[jurisimpudent]

No; it's better scrambled than that. But a scrambled message isn't automatically significant, sir, and I see nothing in the content that would give it significance either.

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[goldshirt]

Yeah, it's pretty dull this time around.

[the last few had been pretty intriguing. but unraveling the scramble was kind of fun. like working on a rubix cube. he's fairly certain Edgeworth won't take it well if he says that, though, so he doesn't.]

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[sugarpills]

What was the point of this?

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[supfirehawk]

Figures you'd have a problem with pranksters, too.

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[jurisimpudent]

So cherish the entertainment value, then. But don't act like it's anything significant.

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[goldshirt]

And if it was?

[foolproofed]

[squints







slowly takes hit from bong]

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[jurisimpudent]

Then I will, as they say, eat my hat.

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[ex_inventive578]

Ahhh, Bob Dylan. Good man. Shame about the end of the Never-Ending Tour, but you've already somewhat covered that — "There are corpses, feet made of cold and sticky clay." That's poetry, isn't it? Rings a bell, at any rate.

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[passe]

[ did someone say poetry. and no, hal doesn't give a shit about the puzzle. ]

There are cemeteries that are lonely,
graves full of bones that do not make a sound,
the heart moving through a tunnel,
in it darkness, darkness, darkness,
like a shipwreck we die going into ourselves,
as though we were drowning inside our hearts,
as though we lived falling out of the skin into the soul.

[passe]

And there are corpses,
feet made of cold and sticky clay,
death is inside the bones,
like a barking where there are no dogs,
coming out from bells somewhere, from graves somewhere,
growing in the damp air like tears of rain.

[passe]

Sometimes I see alone
coffins under sail,
embarking with the pale dead, with women that have dead hair,
with bakers who are as white as angels,
and pensive young girls married to notary publics,
caskets sailing up the vertical river of the dead,
the river of dark purple,
moving upstream with sails filled out by the sound of death,
filled by the sound of death which is silence.

[passe]

Death arrives among all that sound
like a shoe with no foot in it, like a suit with no man in it,
comes and knocks, using a ring with no stone in it, with no
finger in it,
comes and shouts with no mouth, with no tongue, with no
throat.
Nevertheless its steps can be heard
and its clothing makes a hushed sound, like a tree.