if_i_were_a_place ClairE Green. It'd be in New_York. I think I'd have a lake. Maybe. Probably. And hills, of course. There'd be picnics. Maybe even horse_riding. Beautiful sunsets. The dark and scary places would be delicious. 011227 ... reitoei i be a gothic mansion, untouched for decades. crumbling in decay adark and gloomy place. with a frozen garden covered in a crystal blanket of snow, untouched, white death as far as you can see. and a single rose. 011227 ... Grievance THrough THe dimensional gateway, abound mountains, surrounding sun, undulating see. THere lies a place, between THe island closest to heaven and THe island closest to hell. drifting towards heaven. Every season passes there in fervor to adapt to the external world dimensions away. Living for itself in self survivalist minalist instinct and intution. A place that changes always, landscapes scaping aghast from reality. Strange, if I were a place, I'd only exist in the minds of people, or in a place beyond their understanding. do_i_exist they say. 011227 ... kerry very cool, grievance 011227 ... kerry let's see... i would be a little bungalow house in the center of inman park or little five points by Junkman's Daughter and all the other grunge-punk-goth shops. i'd have diamond-pane windows and little peaked roofs and a vast front porch with an old Schwinn bike on the front and a black '65 mustang parked by the mailbox which would have hibiscus flowers growing on it. 011227 ... ever dumbening i am a point source of awareness and energy exchange, tracing an erratic arc through space-time, never stopping, never touching the same stone in the same place twice. watch the place, the place being a bicycle reflector. not relative to the hub but relative to the ground. now shift again. watch the path of the reflector relative to the sun. and on, inward outward. i merely stand in place and reflect light. i am the center relative to everything. come for a visit and hold on tight. the most violent motionless ride in the park. 011227 ... 89x I'd be a place for a stick-up 011227 ... oren You'd see palm trees and beaches and little wine shops filled with carefree conversation. 011227 ... Aimee I would be Bavaria.... :) 011227 ... shiva i see wooden shacks and dry yellow dust stretching forever in all directions. maybe a dead bush here or there, with a straight brown dirt road cutting through the middle leading to nowhere. 011228 ... Jenna kerry, are you in Atlanta? I'd be near you...(HA!)...because I'd be the Variety Playhouse, mainly because of the constant music. Music rules my life. I guess if we are going with my personality translating to a place we are thinking more Chandler Park (the whole neighborhood) or maybe Ponce de Leon with its 24-hour Majestic Food Shop and Plaza Theater. Or downtown Athens. This has turned into an ode to favorite places, sorry. :) 011228 ... kerry yeah Jenna, i am in Atlanta! what part are you in? Chandler park is beautiful. 011228 ... Jenna To live in Chandler Park is a long-term of mine. But I reside in Athens right now, for school. It's not a bad place, just not the same. 011228 ... ClairE I wonder if you would take refuge in me. 020206 ... silentbob id be an underground club where bands play in and all the kids come and snap their ankles on my floor and write their names on my wall. 020206 ... yummyC i would be the house in the middle of that perfect neighborhood, that just sticks out because its painted bright purple or some unsettling colour. The neighborhood pretends not to notice, but they think of me as a nuisance. im nothing but a small house. but at least im a strange one... 020206 ... birdmad a niche in the rocks just above the flash-flood lines of Canyon de Chelly or a tree overlooking the travertine falls at Havasupai. someplace green in the middle of the desert 020206 ... Mahayana id be the [ever evolving fluidity of movements] [{of'her'movements to be more precise}] 020206 ... pralines&cream I'd be a green hill with a fountain in the center, overflowing onto the grass and growing pink, white, and purple flowers. 020206 ... Mahayana id be intricately woven deep within the very fibers of your being 020206 ... monadh be there i would 020207 ... DannyH I'd be a slightly shambolic victorian London townhouse with a very deep cellar and a looooong chimney. 020207 ... Mateo I´d be the playboy mansion. 020213 ... Casey I'd be your dream world, where all your dreams would come true. Where you could listen to great music all your life and grief is non-existant. 020213 ... carne de metal I'd be a chinaman. 020213 ... distorted tendencies i would a great empire. made from stardust and speckles of uranium. with white narly trees that grew bulbs of opium dust. and flowers that budded new solar systems contained in a small translucent orb. with wind that always carried the faintest of sweet smells. where half was night and half was day. and the season consisted of a blue season, a black season, and a silver season. where chaos and order would be pollenated and made into the sweetest of amber honey. where words could be caught in thin air and formulated to fit thought. [and the people... were wired drones in cyberspace.] 020213 ... Mateo All af this sounds good, but the playboy mansion... 020216 ... Effingham Fish A vacant lot with flowers growing in the concrete. Roses, maybe. 020216 ... freakizh i would be.. a nice cozy house. thousands of pillows, yummy fresh air. if i could hold rain inside it would be awesome. lotsa paintings, a movie room, big giant beds and thick concrete walls. with control over the visitors. i don't like you, i spite you. i like you, you live in me. a nice place to live. a womb house. 020627 ... Zoe i would be an old antique store... a dark store with dust on the old furniture. a place filled with forgotten memories and buried dreams. 020628 ... paste! scahu 020628 ... phil I would be..... within a thick white foam sea silent and drowsy activated by moevemnts, into colors, that flow like a school of fish, to fade away again. Feelings of suprise overwhelm you, and echo off into the distance, endlessly. You would not be able to understand the images flickering before your eyes. Your desires are felt again for the first time, your desire to grasp each feeling. As your feelings tumble and hide, memeories will come bubbling out of the sea, old forgotten memories. As you remember, new thoughts about everything you see emerge, and begin to harden like ice, so your memories become trapped beneath it. Wind floods in around you, as you begin to breathe, sounds crackle in your ears. You feel your body, it feels heavy. As you try to speak, only foam pours out, stopping any sound. Your voice makes your head hurt. Slowly you become muffled once again, as your senses are dulled, by drying foam. Your thoughts circle around you nearby. Like colorful schools of fish, that don't fade away, with a background of darkness, and a long curved horizon, and a giant moon in the sky. A really nice telescope sits nearby. Through the telescope you see a black cat running a Starbucks. 020629 ... Mahayana [visit me on turtle island] :but you gotta believe: 020629 ... jane i would be stuck awkwardly in a nebula 021227 ... Lilac Ireland soothing beautiful water and weird accents 021227 ... splinken a green, fenced-in field full of black cows. 030405 ... celestias shadow I would be a cloud. 031110 ... birdmad the weird ice desert just off the south pole snow caps and bare rocks carved by eons of wind i saw a picture of it once it looked like a beautiful hell 031111 ... once again A small island just off a coast not even ten miles out... with cliffs that the waves crashed on and a deep bay with a beach that ran to the waters edge. There would be trees not clusted but spattered randomly about as if they were an afterthought. There would be dirt with grass barely concealing its rich brown color and field of waist high grass and weeds and a breeze. It would be quiet, but not lonesome... It would be me. 031111 ... thunderbuck ram I'd be the bottom of the deepest ocean 040825 ... Death of a Rose You would see me fall from the sky in the flash of burning descent, petals, thorns and stem burning, leaving only ash to float upon the wind, floating freely upon the infinite breezes of your thoughts. 040825 ... pete The Valley of the Hill 040825 ... somepeoplesmile everchanging sky, from morning to night in the blink of an eye. sound of fear, ever-moving fog but nothing's ever clear. colors so faded, routine touchups too long belated skeleton touch, just run away: the easiest crutch. almost breaking, almost alright, it's almost okay- just not quite the pieces nearly fit together, the verses nearly rhyme, always nearly at the top of an endless upward climb 040825 ... thunderbuck ram I'd be a deserted sandy beach at sunset with waves lapping gently at my edge. 040826 ... stork daddy i'd be a space time singularity 040826 ... stork daddy cuz i'm dense 040826 ... (z) (to the flora and fauna that live within you, you are a place) 040826 ... Doar Smiling yeah but the little buggers never write let alone call me... 040826 ... Deomis I'd be hard to get to, out of the way, and fairly unheard of. 040831 ... misstree i am the center. 041202 ... sameolme Then I'll be the quarterback. 041202 ... bird i'd be that place that always seems to be just a little past out of sight and mind. 041203 ... dipperwell I'd be a little lonely mangrove floating around and alighting on each archipelago of islands like a bee on a plastic dish of cubed melons. 051018 ... laced i would be the shadows of that place and the things that place seems would never be what they actully are because light could never fill every crook of that place 051018 ... andru235 i would be eg[e22518thi147]ieo[1415th9n7]sts♫toa♂oi23╓v09j.4v23][5vert89ng]ty4♣{{{dfg♂i0♂mv~~~awawawawawa~s4,0ca♫4joa▼09bj.v♂bl;,a;v♪lerg9a. although i'm not quite sure what that is, nor where it is, i cannot help it. if i were a place that is the place i would be. i hope you will not reproach me for being such a place. of course i would rather be someplace more fashionable, such as the oort cloud, or the southeastern corner of the antonine baths in carthago nova, or jennifer's spicy cajun bistro on lexington. however, at this point there is little i can do to change things. eg[e22518thi147]ieo[1415th9n7]sts♫toa♂oi23╓v09j.4v23][5vert89ng]ty4♣{{{dfg♂i0♂mv~~~awawawawawa~s4,0ca♫4joa▼09bj.v♂bl;,a;v♪lerg9a is the place i would be, regardless of my opinion on the matter. for years i struggled to be somewhere else...last year, i finally succeeded in becoming ile de kerguelen, but it didn't hold. as it turns out i am destined - or whatever - to be eg[e22518thi147]ieo[1415th9n7]sts♫toa♂oi23╓v09j.4v23][5vert89ng]ty4♣{{{dfg♂i0♂mv~~~awawawawawa~s4,0ca♫4joa▼09bj.v♂bl;,a;v♪lerg9a. please - i'm rather sensitive about this. let's talk of other things, darling. you are so nosy sometimes! 051018 ... In_Bloom It would be a constant 77 degrees There would be groves of Avocado trees The songs in your head would play out loud but not disturb others Grass wouldn't cut and itch your skin Monsters would play and laugh here 080811 ... tourist I would be a Hitchhiker Standing By a sign post, Near to where a gravel road runs back over the gently rolling hills (nearly treeless covered in unmown Hay) towards some lone Farmstead just Over the Horizon. Small Flocks Of crows and Red Winged Blackbirds Fly Southward As The Sun Sinks Low on the Southwest Edge of the Sky. The Breeze carries a hint of Impending rain as a Car Approaches From the West. I lean on My Backpack and hold a cardboard sign that reads only "EAST" and am content in the moment. Mid-Summer, Western Alberta, Along the Trans-Canadian Highway. 080811 what's it to you? who go blather from