Imagery

[Duvet]

That fucking Kuldeep response.

[solocityElectricCyan]

Jun 17, 2008 17:06:21 GMT -5 Hauskaz said:

I kinda know, but not really.

kk, at least when I do it, it makes sense.

What the fuck was that?

[Cunt Wrap Supreme]

It sort of makes sense, but not really.

[solocityElectricCyan]

Kind of, but not really.

[Hauskaz]

True to a certain degree, but arguably falsified.

[Cunt Wrap Supreme]

Invariably true only to an extent, but otherwise quite unverifiable.

[Hauskaz]

Some circles uneasily consider the evidence presented as fact. However, other parties question the validity of the situation.

[Cunt Wrap Supreme]

As proven, a majority the aforementioned information is undeniably a matter of truth. Contrasting this though, there are discrepencies in which one may claim nullify the points presented.

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Why are we doing this?

[solocityElectricCyan]

Jun 18, 2008 16:58:30 GMT -5 solocityElectricCyan said:

Kind of, but not really.

Let's just leave it at that.

Or none at all. But keep some.

[hellomeow]

The Mohamed Way

Carried from the seas, through years of accumulated dew dripped from a blade of grass and carried through the air through the forces of gaseous pressure, into the troposphere where for a time it travelled the across the sky. Carried past continents, forests and the oceans from whence it was born by the power of the sun's heat and gravity, manipulating the Earth and consequently the skies; every vibrating atom of energy ensuring that it remained light enough to bear the pull of the Earth's force. Until at long last the sun had seemingly forsaken it, and it descended from the sky lower, despite the adamantly retained energy it could not overcome entropy, and thusly it was made colder by every inch of it coming closer to home.

No longer retaining the form of liquid or vapour, an energy so minimal as to render it solidified; while the atmosphere of nitrogen, argon, and carbon would mock its frigidity with fluidity, dihydrogen oxide could not feel alone, for every single droplet remained only a sentry of the centurion in which they were dispatched. Divided they were only a particle, united they were a force of nature. The illusion of transparency was overcome by the opaqueness of white caressing the night sky, and the earth though already made frozen by the flight of the sun now prepared itself for another attack from the troposphere.

Either through the rotation of its body or the structure of its compound creating a fractal in the sky, each snowflake recurred unto itself once more onto another until its perimeter could to the contrary of reason's apparition, be called limitless. Integrated on the land as a single screen of (supposedly) stochastic occurrence, the snowflakes danced with the wind and collided into the earth in one direction and the other; melting onto trees, animals, objects and sometimes even to the very bodies of liquid of which it was originated. The ground painted whiter with each unit compressing into the one before it, created ironically a mirror which could reflect the very energy that had taken it from the earth's crust; thusly they were granted fluidity and began the ascension once more.

[Cunt Wrap Supreme]

I don't know if that's imagery, or borderline explanation of precipitation.

[solocityElectricCyan]

I think it's both, but not really.

[hellomeow]

Jesus, I did not want to be the one who rebooted that shit. Also, the concept of borderline explaining anything evades me.

[solocityElectricCyan]

hoyl shit that's horrible now that i read it again

[Hauskaz]

I never read it in the first place.