My Transsexual is a Fish.

[Siúil a Rúin]

Oberon, the title of your thread here would be an awesome title for a song. It's golden.

If we were in a surrealistic neo-punk band together or something, we could get right to work on it.

 

[Oberon]

Oberon, the title of your thread here would be an awesome title for a song. It's golden.

If we were in a surrealistic neo-punk band together or something, we could get right to work on it.

Oh, I wouldn't let the lack of a band stop us... but I confess, my intuition is uncertain which way the surreality of the song should manifest itself. Feel like taking the lead on the lyrics? Try a first verse and we'll take stock.

 

[Siúil a Rúin]

Oh, I wouldn't let the lack of a band stop us... but I confess, my intuition is uncertain which way the surreality of the song should manifest itself. Feel like taking the lead on the lyrics? Try a first verse and we'll take stock.

I managed to write a poem based on it, but it doesn't seem necessarily suited to a song. I also need perspective before I decide if it is worth posting. I enjoyed doing it at least. It was a challenge because it has the appearance of being nonsensical, but each word actually has intent and meaning in it. I guess it turned out more of a Ni thing than Ne, but has some appearance of a stream of conscientiousness.

 

[scantilyclad]

honestly i had to do a double take when i saw the title. so you almost got me.

 

[prplchknz]

oooh beastiality and transexual a festish all in one. I want to pick your brain.

 

[Oberon]

oooh beastiality and transexual a festish all in one. I want to pick your brain.

Don't tempt me, sweets.

 

[Totenkindly]

I managed to write a poem based on it, but it doesn't seem necessarily suited to a song. I also need perspective before I decide if it is worth posting. I enjoyed doing it at least. It was a challenge because it has the appearance of being nonsensical, but each word actually has intent and meaning in it. I guess it turned out more of a Ni thing than Ne, but has some appearance of a stream of conscientiousness.

All right, this I gotta see hear! (Voice File, and you should make little fishy noises in the background!)

oooh beastiality and transexual a festish all in one. I want to pick your brain.

I dunno, if I was shopping for a brain, his might feel a little soft. I'd put it back and pick one that is a little firmer.

 

[prplchknz]

All right, this I gotta see hear! (Voice File, and you should make little fishy noises in the background!)



I dunno, if I was shopping for a brain, his might feel a little soft. I'd put it back and pick one that is a little firmer.

yeah, *squeezes his brain*, I see what you mean, hmm *looks around for a riper brain.*

 

[Oberon]

yeah, *squeezes his brain*, I see what you mean, hmm *looks around for a riper brain.*

[sigh]

Left on the shelf again. Now what am I going to do with all these Barnes & Noble gift cards I ordered up for prpl?

 

[prplchknz]

damnit, and I was going to read like a mad women this summer :steam:

 

[Oberon]

damnit, and I was going to read like a mad women this summer :steam:

And drink espresso drinks and chai, too!

Oh, well.

[sips a cappucino while reaching for another volume of Proust]

 

[Siúil a Rúin]

All right, this I gotta see hear! (Voice File, and you should make little fishy noises in the background!)

I'll go ahead and post it. I tried a voice file, but the playback did a lot of skipping regardless of my attempts to fix it. The symbolism might be a bit cryptic, so I don't know if I was successful in communicating the idea. I can explain if there are questions. It might at least help to know the unifying metaphor is gold which I intended to represent a person's true self and value. There are other metaphors on top of that. It was really challenging to try to do the whole surreal, random thing while trying to unify the idea.

My Transsexual is a Goldfish

My goldfish is a cloud that swims along a current.
The cloud had wind to grow, expanding soft golden hues.

It covers what I thought was supposedly the moon,
The gold of which can melt whenever hidden from sight.

I reached to touch the moon, it burnt my fingers sorely.
Like centipedes they ran, at least that is what I saw.

They returned as spiders spinning, golden, silken gloves.
I asked if they intended to crawl inside once finished.
They said they would rather find a river or a pond.

I asked myself a question knowing there’s no right answer.
What would happen to one if they fell into water?
Would they become a fish, or would they be another?

 

[lowtech redneck]

^I like your poem- I admit I don't know what its supposed mean, but the images and apparent state of mind are reminiscent of a dreamscape.

Edit: Hmm, I was hoping for something a bit more diabolical for my 666th posts...

 

[Laurie]

You should find one and give her all your money.
Then you would no doubt receive Total Enlightenment.

Wow, how could I miss a gem like this? I'm so going out tonight and doing this! Who has bail?