A gaggle of questions for dusty

pastor · 07-04-2003, 03:19 AM

Haha. Gaggle.

*clears throat*

What does your signature mean, and where is it from?

Also:
Who is your Daddy, and what does he do?

Mayfuck · 07-04-2003, 03:20 AM

sup pastor

pastor · 07-04-2003, 03:25 AM

Quote:

Originally posted by Mayfuck
sup pastor

Hey, Queen Latifah.

Don't ruin this thread, please? I'm tending it like a slightly more competent, slightly underdressed Lil Bo Peep until dusty comes back. Go play Jenga or something.

dusty · 07-04-2003, 03:25 AM

Quote:

Originally posted by pastor
Haha. Gaggle.

*clears throat*

What does your signature mean, and where is it from?

Also:
Who is your Daddy, and what does he do?

woah. my signature?

i wrote it. right now. well, more like ten minutes ago. it means what it says.
also, my daddys name is dave meyers. he works for a police garage. he gave me a new car yesterday. but we're not biologically related.

pastor · 07-04-2003, 03:29 AM

Quote:

Originally posted by dusty
woah. my signature?
i wrote it. right now. well, more like ten minutes ago. it means what it says.
also, my daddys name is dave meyers. he works for a police garage. he gave me a new car yesterday. but we're not biologically related.

Your explanation is not very clear. What inspired you to type the sig ten minutes ago?

And your dad sounds like a nice guy. When you hear Shaquille O'Neal's masterpiece of hip-hop balladry, "My Biological Father," do you get all veklempt?

Mayfuck · 07-04-2003, 03:29 AM

sup dusty

Fattening Ass · 07-04-2003, 03:31 AM

im detective john kimble. IM A COP YOU IDIOT!!

Thoughtless · 07-04-2003, 03:34 AM

sup Mayfuck

dusty · 07-04-2003, 03:41 AM

Quote:

Originally posted by pastor

Your explanation is not very clear. What inspired you to type the sig ten minutes ago?

And your dad sounds like a nice guy. When you hear Shaquille O'Neal's masterpiece of hip-hop balladry, "My Biological Father," do you get all veklempt?

ten minutes ago- now some thirty minutes ago- i was writting in my journal. see... i have no money right now. there are some very nice people in my life who are offering to give me their own money. i keep saying that i don't want *their* money. i want my *own* money. hence, my signature. all i want out of this life is to be needed... and to be usefull... and to be significant. but i can't be needed if i need.
so i have to figure this all out on my own.

and- i have never heard shaq's hip hop masterpiece. maybe you could help me out by comically inserting it into this thread

also, sup, mayfuck?
i think you're cute. for real!

pastor · 07-04-2003, 03:57 AM

dusty, your situation and your feelings about it remind me of a certain chapter in Nietzsche's Thus Spoke Zarathustra. I hope it is not inscrutable to you:

The Night Song

Night has come; now all fountains speak more loudly. And my soul too is a fountain.

Night has come; only now all the songs of lovers awaken. And my soul too is the song of a lover.

Something unstilled, unstillable is within me; it wants to be voiced. A craving for love is within me; it speaks the language of love.

Light am I; ah, that I were the night! But this is my loneliness that I am girt with light. Ah, that I were dark and nocturnal. How I would suck at the breasts of light! And even you would I bless; you little sparkling stars and glowworms up there, and be overjoyed with your gifts of light.

But I live in my own light; I drink back into myself the flames that break out of me. I do not know the happiness of those who receive; and I have often dreamed that even stealing must be more blessed than receving. This is my poverty, that my hand never rests from giving; this is my envy, that I see waiting eyes and the lit-up nights of longing. Oh, wretchedness of all givers! Oh, darkening of my sun! Oh, craving to crave! Oh, ravenous hunger in satiation!

They receive from me, but do I touch their souls? There is a cleft between giving and receiving; and the narrowest cleft is the last to be bridged. A hunger grows out of my beauty: I should like to hurt those for whom I shine; I should like to rob those to whom I give; thus do I hunger for malice. To withdraw my hand when the other hand already reaches out to it; to linger like the waterfall, which lingers even while it plunges; thus do I hunger for malice. Such revenge my fullness plots: such spite wells up out of my loneliness. My happiness in giving died in giving; my virtue tired of itself in its overflow.

The danger of those who always give is that they lose their sense of shame; and the heart and hand of those who always mete out become callous from always meting out. My eye no longer wells over at the shame of those who beg; my hand has grown too hard for the trembling of filled hands. Where have the tears of my eyes gone and the down of my heart? Oh, the loneliness of all givers! Oh, the taciturnity of all who shine!

Many suns revolve in the void: to all that is dark they speak with their light--to me they are silent. Oh, this is the enmity of the light against what shines; merciless it moves in its orbit. Unjust in its heart against all that shines, cold against suns--thus moves every sun.

The suns fly like a storm in their orbits: that is their motion. They follow their inexorable will: that is their coldness.

Oh, it is only you, you dark ones, you nocturnal ones, who create warmth out of that which shines. It is only you who drink milk and refreshment out of the udders of light.
Alas, ice is all around me, my hand is burned by the icy. Alas, thirst is within me that languishes after your thirst.

Night has come: alas, that I must be light! And thirst for the nocturnal! And loneliness!

Night has come: now my craving breaks out of me like a well; to speak I crave.

Night has come; now all fountains speak more loudly. And my soul too is a fountain.

Night has come; now all the songs of lovers awaken. And my soul too is the song of a lover.

Thus sang Zarathustra.

dusty · 07-04-2003, 04:01 AM

Quote:

Originally posted by pastor
Night has come; now all fountains speak more loudly. And my soul too is a fountain.

that's so fucking beautiful

pastor · 07-04-2003, 04:14 AM

As beautiful as that line is, it pales in comparison to this:

"Biological Didn't Bother"

Yo, Yo
I want to dedicate this song to Philip Arthur Harrison
Word up
'Cause he was the one who took me from a boy to a man
So as far as I'm concerned, he's my father cause my biological didn't bother

Biological father, left me in the cold, when a few months old
Aa father's child was greater than gold but I guess not
You brought me into the world but you're not my dad
Mess around with those drugs makes my moms mad
So we left you with no remorse or pity
Took the first bus from York to Jersey City
Women and child alone now that's pressure
Moms got to go to work, drop me off by Obesa
Momma, Aunt DeDe, whoever
Aunt Falma, Uncle Roy we stuck together
A year went by and I could walk y'all
Moms got that good ol job at city hall
She probably didn't trust men anymore
Until Philip Harrison walk though the door
Went out a few times but what about Shaquille
Moms offered him a million dollar package deal
She said you want me you gotta take my son
or else its like a hot dog but without the bun
Guess what he accepted, responsibility he never left it
He kept it, he kept it
He took me from a boy to a man so
Phil is my father
cause my biological didn't bother

He took me from a boy to a man so
Phil is my father 'cause my biological didn't bother.

January 5th Phil made a promise (what's that)
He joined the army we moved to fort mamth
He disciplined me right from the get go
Age 2 bottle and my Mom shaquille let go
Actin spoiled, rotten, trippin
Got a butt whippin because I didn't listen
Back then you see privates made no bucks
Had to get another job driven trucks
Workin hard as hell didn't satisfy him
Had to another job working at the gym
He wasn't "Gone with the Wind" like Clark Gable
Work all them jobs to put food on the table
Phil's my father, daddy and thats the scoop
Can I go to the gym with you and shoot some hoops
Come on he put me under his wing
Was the ball boy for his little Arthur team
Sometimes he even made me mad
But it didn't matter cause I still wanted to be like dad
but a little bit better
Encouraged me to stay in school and to get then good letters
I wasn't a brainiac but I tried hard
Got to watch the Knicks play if I had a good report card
All types, all sorts
Disobeyed my dad and I couldn't play sports
I learned to dribble from right to left
I couldn't do a damn thang with all them F's
Age 15 father and son confrontation that's nothin
but father and son trials and tribulation
Back then I could under stand but I'm glad you did it
cause now I'm a man
He took me from a boy to a man so Phil is my father
cause my biological didn't bother

Look at me now successful for sure
Phil raised me well, to be an entrepeneur
and if your making big dope be materialistic
cause you'll end up another statistic
everything's going well following my dreams
I dunked on Patrick Ewing
I won the ring like hakeem
Uh oh what do you know
Biological ones on the Ricky Lake show
What does he want, does he want money
What people do for money!!!
It's kinda funny to me
He aint gettin no check from me (check it)
He can go on all the talk shows he want
Phil is my dad so dont even front
He took me from a boy to a man so Phil is my father
cause my biological didn't bother

pastor · 07-04-2003, 04:15 AM

Quote:

Originally posted by dusty
that's so fucking beautiful

Beautiful on its own, or beautiful given the meaning provided by its context?

dusty · 07-04-2003, 04:19 AM

Quote:

Originally posted by pastor

Beautiful on its own, or beautiful given the meaning provided by its context?

on it's own and given the context.
when i read it the first time i got a special little feeling- but when it was repeated at the end i felt something deeper.
that was my favourite line, more or less, but i was actually referring to the piece as a whole. i just didn't want to quote the whole thing cos i know how annoying that can be here, on netphoria

pastor · 07-04-2003, 04:35 AM

Quote:

Originally posted by dusty
on it's own and given the context.
when i read it the first time i got a special little feeling- but when it was repeated at the end i felt something deeper.
that was my favourite line, more or less, but i was actually referring to the piece as a whole. i just didn't want to quote the whole thing cos i know how annoying that can be here, on netphoria

'Kay.

Y'know, you're very nice and charismatic, even in text form. You're like Oprah Winfrey before she became a frigid, soulless whore bent on slurping up profit the way she once did spaghetti. You know: the early years Oprah, the people-person Oprah.

In summation, I like you. I'm going to prance away happily now. Hopefully I will find a maypole to dance around and then fellate.

dusty · 07-04-2003, 05:11 AM

Quote:

Originally posted by pastor
In summation, I like you. I'm going to prance away happily now. Hopefully I will find a maypole to dance around and then fellate.

i don't really know what fellate is, but i like you, too.
you seem very well spoken

sawdust restaurants · 07-04-2003, 02:25 PM

Quote:

Originally posted by dusty
i don't really know what fellate is, but i like you, too.

Dude, I don't know if anybody has told you this yet, but it's a blowjob. (or the verm form. to give a blowjob.)

wangcomputers · 07-04-2003, 02:28 PM

Quote:

Originally posted by sawdust restaurants

Dude, I don't know if anybody has told you this yet, but it's a blowjob. (or the verm form. to give a blowjob.)

dr science!

sawdust restaurants · 07-04-2003, 02:30 PM

Quote:

Originally posted by wangcomputers
dr science!

Yeah. I mean, how do you not know that?

meow · 07-04-2003, 02:39 PM

Quote:

Originally posted by sawdust restaurants

Yeah. I mean, how do you not know that?

its only at the VERY TOP of the page in the latest version of the scrabble dictionary

it makes me uncomfortable to play scrabble with my mom

she was like 'look whats at the top of the page!' :erm

07-04-2003, 03:19 AM	#1
pastor Apocalyptic Poster Location: somewhere Posts: 2,276	A gaggle of questions for dusty Haha. Gaggle. clears throat What does your signature mean, and where is it from? Also: Who is your Daddy, and what does he do?

07-04-2003, 03:20 AM	#2
Mayfuck Banned Location: i'm from japan also hollywood Posts: 57,812	sup pastor

07-04-2003, 03:29 AM	#6
Mayfuck Banned Location: i'm from japan also hollywood Posts: 57,812	sup dusty

07-04-2003, 03:31 AM	#7
Fattening Ass Just Hook it to My Veins! Location: Planet Nintendu 64 Posts: 30,825	im detective john kimble. IM A COP YOU IDIOT!!

07-04-2003, 03:34 AM	#8
Thoughtless Minion of Satan Location: As far as far can be. Posts: 5,199	sup Mayfuck

07-04-2003, 03:57 AM	#10
pastor Apocalyptic Poster Location: somewhere Posts: 2,276	dusty, your situation and your feelings about it remind me of a certain chapter in Nietzsche's Thus Spoke Zarathustra. I hope it is not inscrutable to you: The Night Song Night has come; now all fountains speak more loudly. And my soul too is a fountain. Night has come; only now all the songs of lovers awaken. And my soul too is the song of a lover. Something unstilled, unstillable is within me; it wants to be voiced. A craving for love is within me; it speaks the language of love. Light am I; ah, that I were the night! But this is my loneliness that I am girt with light. Ah, that I were dark and nocturnal. How I would suck at the breasts of light! And even you would I bless; you little sparkling stars and glowworms up there, and be overjoyed with your gifts of light. But I live in my own light; I drink back into myself the flames that break out of me. I do not know the happiness of those who receive; and I have often dreamed that even stealing must be more blessed than receving. This is my poverty, that my hand never rests from giving; this is my envy, that I see waiting eyes and the lit-up nights of longing. Oh, wretchedness of all givers! Oh, darkening of my sun! Oh, craving to crave! Oh, ravenous hunger in satiation! They receive from me, but do I touch their souls? There is a cleft between giving and receiving; and the narrowest cleft is the last to be bridged. A hunger grows out of my beauty: I should like to hurt those for whom I shine; I should like to rob those to whom I give; thus do I hunger for malice. To withdraw my hand when the other hand already reaches out to it; to linger like the waterfall, which lingers even while it plunges; thus do I hunger for malice. Such revenge my fullness plots: such spite wells up out of my loneliness. My happiness in giving died in giving; my virtue tired of itself in its overflow. The danger of those who always give is that they lose their sense of shame; and the heart and hand of those who always mete out become callous from always meting out. My eye no longer wells over at the shame of those who beg; my hand has grown too hard for the trembling of filled hands. Where have the tears of my eyes gone and the down of my heart? Oh, the loneliness of all givers! Oh, the taciturnity of all who shine! Many suns revolve in the void: to all that is dark they speak with their light--to me they are silent. Oh, this is the enmity of the light against what shines; merciless it moves in its orbit. Unjust in its heart against all that shines, cold against suns--thus moves every sun. The suns fly like a storm in their orbits: that is their motion. They follow their inexorable will: that is their coldness. Oh, it is only you, you dark ones, you nocturnal ones, who create warmth out of that which shines. It is only you who drink milk and refreshment out of the udders of light. Alas, ice is all around me, my hand is burned by the icy. Alas, thirst is within me that languishes after your thirst. Night has come: alas, that I must be light! And thirst for the nocturnal! And loneliness! Night has come: now my craving breaks out of me like a well; to speak I crave. Night has come; now all fountains speak more loudly. And my soul too is a fountain. Night has come; now all the songs of lovers awaken. And my soul too is the song of a lover. Thus sang Zarathustra.

07-04-2003, 04:14 AM	#12
pastor Apocalyptic Poster Location: somewhere Posts: 2,276	As beautiful as that line is, it pales in comparison to this: "Biological Didn't Bother" Yo, Yo I want to dedicate this song to Philip Arthur Harrison Word up 'Cause he was the one who took me from a boy to a man So as far as I'm concerned, he's my father cause my biological didn't bother Biological father, left me in the cold, when a few months old Aa father's child was greater than gold but I guess not You brought me into the world but you're not my dad Mess around with those drugs makes my moms mad So we left you with no remorse or pity Took the first bus from York to Jersey City Women and child alone now that's pressure Moms got to go to work, drop me off by Obesa Momma, Aunt DeDe, whoever Aunt Falma, Uncle Roy we stuck together A year went by and I could walk y'all Moms got that good ol job at city hall She probably didn't trust men anymore Until Philip Harrison walk though the door Went out a few times but what about Shaquille Moms offered him a million dollar package deal She said you want me you gotta take my son or else its like a hot dog but without the bun Guess what he accepted, responsibility he never left it He kept it, he kept it He took me from a boy to a man so Phil is my father cause my biological didn't bother He took me from a boy to a man so Phil is my father 'cause my biological didn't bother. January 5th Phil made a promise (what's that) He joined the army we moved to fort mamth He disciplined me right from the get go Age 2 bottle and my Mom shaquille let go Actin spoiled, rotten, trippin Got a butt whippin because I didn't listen Back then you see privates made no bucks Had to get another job driven trucks Workin hard as hell didn't satisfy him Had to another job working at the gym He wasn't "Gone with the Wind" like Clark Gable Work all them jobs to put food on the table Phil's my father, daddy and thats the scoop Can I go to the gym with you and shoot some hoops Come on he put me under his wing Was the ball boy for his little Arthur team Sometimes he even made me mad But it didn't matter cause I still wanted to be like dad but a little bit better Encouraged me to stay in school and to get then good letters I wasn't a brainiac but I tried hard Got to watch the Knicks play if I had a good report card All types, all sorts Disobeyed my dad and I couldn't play sports I learned to dribble from right to left I couldn't do a damn thang with all them F's Age 15 father and son confrontation that's nothin but father and son trials and tribulation Back then I could under stand but I'm glad you did it cause now I'm a man He took me from a boy to a man so Phil is my father cause my biological didn't bother Look at me now successful for sure Phil raised me well, to be an entrepeneur and if your making big dope be materialistic cause you'll end up another statistic everything's going well following my dreams I dunked on Patrick Ewing I won the ring like hakeem Uh oh what do you know Biological ones on the Ricky Lake show What does he want, does he want money What people do for money!!! It's kinda funny to me He aint gettin no check from me (check it) He can go on all the talk shows he want Phil is my dad so dont even front He took me from a boy to a man so Phil is my father cause my biological didn't bother