Talk:Flipside
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I'm not sure what this is supposed to be, but it doesn't look much like an encyclopedia article. I'm leaving it here rather than deleting it outright in case someone more informed than I recognizes it as a famous poem or something that might actually merit an article. --LDC
Mind Games and LSD Cold, I hate myself tonight, walking alone, wishing I was somewhere else, wishing I wasn’t so fucking cold, so fucking wet so fucking hungry. A church, not the most desirable of refuges but a refuge it is. I make my way through the broken cast iron gates, a unkempt path leads to the door of the church, as I make my way up the path I realize I am in a cemetery broken tombstones Autumn leaves and graffiti decorate the landscape and the sound of an animal in pain fills the air, I forget how cold I am for a second as I am consumed by my surroundings. The smell of meat hits me as I approach the door to check if it is unlocked. A heavy flow runs of the awning soaking my face and hair, I wipe my face and run my fingers through my hair than reach for the door handle. Locked, I never would of guessed, there’s always another way in. As I turn away from the door light hit the brass door handle, red? I look at my hands, red? I comb my hand through my hair again, red? I look up and see the swine built into the wall above the door, thrashing squealing franticly blood flowing from the wall where the swine had torn at itself try to free itself. I wipe my face again, trying to interpret what I was seeing, then I turned back down the path, I decide not to mention it again
Diseases, nicotine as a disease? What the fuck is with that?? Religion is a disease, words are a disease/money is a disease…life is diseased…cured only by slow deterioration of cells…life feeds on sorrow…sorrow feeds on death…watch the girl child cry…watch as a grey faced deity eats your children’s passion…nechros… painful memories of necropheliacs on laxettes and in general an overall desire to be forthcoming with my hit, get me the foaming meat of insulin or a macro nutrient founded existence…no cigarettes. No cigarettes…nicotine sweet liquid bloody/octopuses…slide down my veins, scraping and leaving gouges black with the sweet stench…metal slivers coat my tongue … vacant…growing sleepy, wasting , leech….>>vacant<<….awaken scum drink your broth of steel…fermented acids of sin…hypocrite…sucking the bodily fluids of the innocent and young… drinking the sweet naivety you still crave… on your feet/knees swine, the blood drips from your putrid noses….stem cell lobotomy…pierce the noses of your lovers/and mine… Scrape your bloody knees with angels wings and bathe/mine in cash…stab/knife me in the back with your fears/of me…coming after me/of me…of you, and your fears.
Well, OK, someone probably decided the Wikipedia would be the best free venue to display their freeform poetry. Anyway, I've entered a real definition for the term "flipside", whatever might have been originally intended. -- Storm
Anyone got any opinions on whether this and B-side should be merged, and if so, which should redirect to which? See also Talk:B-side. - IMSoP 19:45, 4 Feb 2004 (UTC)
- I always thought that flipside referred to the next life. Reincarnation, etc. So 'see ya on the flipside', originally meant: 'see ya next lifetime'.
- ~ender 2005-02-27 09:49:MST
