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CypressMoon

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Location: in between you and me

Homepage: http://riseinruin.wordpress.com/

Birthdate: November 13, 1983 (31 years old)

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Registration Date: May 16, 2007

Usergroup: Unmoderated Member

Topics Submitted: 87 topics

Total Posts: 59 (0 per day)

Replies Received: 3

Shouts: 254

Total Time Online: 61 days, 6 hours and 50 minutes

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  • CypressMoon [Feb 6, 2009 - 9:14 AM]: The next word you throw at the word "religion" which sticks to the screen where maybe two or three religious people will see it and dismiss it as an ad absurdum, will, with a high probability, be about as powerful as throwing wind at someone.
  • CypressMoon [Feb 5, 2009 - 1:12 PM]: I think it beats re-iterating Wittgenstein's Philosophical Investigations at a gun fight.
  • CypressMoon [Feb 4, 2009 - 11:14 PM]: "Create your own post modern critique of any topic you like". Saying the word "postmodernism" is similar to calling WWII, "post-peace". You're a fool if you think "postmodernism" in any way whatsoever considers the variances between thinkers, artists and thier respective manifested expressions. You are literally fooled by the convention because of what some would call your "mania for isms". The problem with you, Banno, is that you mistake words as the object. You take them too literally. You're a linguist that is fooled by the very thing you study. Thanks for your ignorant response this time around though
  • CypressMoon [Feb 4, 2009 - 9:32 PM]: Culture is a womb where one fears life. The eyes are shut, the body is swathed in goop and protected by layers of tissue. All you hear is the rhythm of the heart beating. The first sound to enter the mind is a heartbeat that jolts the body. The trance of music, while swimming in warm goo, is all there is. Life doesn't mean a thing, until you're pushed out there. It still doesn't mean a thing, even until the day you die. Life is just a longing to go back to the womb, where the music never stops bumping and the goo never stops flowing. Maybe, right before you die, instead of becoming lucid and trying to awake from a nightmare, you cover yourself in goo, remove all thoughts from the mind completely, and feel the last beats of your heart reverberate from out of your toes and fingertips.
  • CypressMoon [Feb 4, 2009 - 6:22 PM]: Culture is like a nightmare, where trying to wake up from it is consumed by the fear of death?