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incoherent
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bane
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have you ever gone through an entire day muttering half words and fragmented phrases trying to find the one person who would understand?
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rosa
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yeah- if you think that's crazy try using only nouns for a day
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it is fun!
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End every sentence with an adjective.
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Zack
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Sex with anyone else, makes my heart cringe. Satire amuses no one, while getting hit in the head, brings one thousand laughs. Ha. I laugh because that guy got hit in the nuts. Ha. I laugh because I just said the word nuts. Not Pecans, or Almonds. No. Genitalia. Genitals, when attacked, become instruments of humor and delight, but...not of course...to the genitalia...
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Translucent
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I sit here, watching the universe implode, feeling the music, watching the colors eminate from the speakers. Now is the time i realize that the Arm growing out of my torso, yeah, the one with the 4 fingers, has been clawing at my eyes while I was away. Tomorrow, the aquatic prarie-dogs will give me the plaugue as I swim about in their designated water area. They show no regard for my health and well-being, but nor would I if I was an aquatic prarie-dog. My dog is loud. The toaster told me not to do that. I dont think that my navel should be making that noise, or any noise other than the constant squealing, like the noise the cars on the Jetsons make. I will make an army of spider people from the pine needles and send them to buy me more milk, I have run out and would like to eat some Cap'n Crunch. I need new pants. I saw a penguin with one eye, it winked at me. Maybe when the stuffed peas are talking to you, its time to get some sleep and stop dreaming of the day when you will control the meteorites and bludgeon a hillside with flaming rocks from space. I always said that you would fall down and hurt yourself one day. That crocodile says his name is Frank, who am I to disagree?
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translucent
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blibber blabber . Darkness encasing me cannot see, hurts to walk pissed off brother broke light fucker got electricuted trying to fix lamp fucker he wakes up half-consious rambles piss me off that fucker trip over a few things fuck the night but its better than the day so pale active during night sleep during day Mom doesnt like says she never sees me she is at work anyway, why does she give a flying fuck? she wont let me go to girls house she hates the fact that I have hit puberty what she doesnt know is that I have had sex while she was in the other room she walked in, covered up genitals she didnt catch on hooray parents dont need to know that their little children, their precious babies, have penises or vaginas and put them to use if my mom knew, she would explode pop fucker fucker fucker she needs to lighten up so does my dad my mom gets to my dad he is cool, understanding knows that he wanted sex and drugs, so will I dont do drugs anymore but I like sex they can think im a virgin until im thirty-four and then I will tell them i lost it when i was fourteen watch them pop fuckers
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translucent
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the music in my head is clear. playing some sobtle ambience with a very hardcore drum beat. just like alec empire. god i love that music. sometimesiwishihadeverysongontheplanetplayingconstantlyandcontinouslyoruntilifoundsomethingilikeaboutitall
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spiderweb
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court tv makes me incoherent yet gary sees fit to change the channel from the classic arts showcase and andrea bartolli to judge judy and texas justice just to make it difficult for the rest of the world to forget that there is idiocy out there and the public tv will broadcast it after a long rant about how gary can make even the toughest guy wish he had never messed with him because gary is the baddest of the bad and beats up little kids who mouth off to him and what makes work all worth my time is the customers that want me to re-write the software that is used so that it is more comprehensible to them.
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i think
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speechless without words paranoid shifting darting coincidence? not
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"The reality of the individual ... is an incoherent reality and must be expressed incoherently." Samuel Beckett 1. Lacking cohesion,connection, or harmony. 2.Unable to think or express one's thoughts in a clear or orderly manner American Heritage
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if the practice test had ANYTHING to do with the notes, then maybe or if the notes had anything to do with what you went over in class or if i had any clue what i was doing... but no
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a thimble in time
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"I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid. Aoccdrnig to rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deson’t mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig." -From the internet somewhere
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epitome of incomprehensibility
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Wow, that is awesome. I mean, aewosme. Incidentally, if you rearrange the letters of the word "teach" you get "cheat". Ha ha ha ha.
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me
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just stop being incoherent, and fucking SAY IT. i'm not sure you're even talking to me, as its been a full year. but you're quoting the things i said and bringing up the places we've been, and frankly, i'm sick of waiting. so if you;re gonna say something, say it now, and say it loud and clear, otherwise have a good life and stop saying things that keep me on the edge of my seat, held on only by the faint hope that you're stil thinking of me.
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i can't talk communicate hold up a conversation sit dead on the other end of the line, at a loss (quote) And I have known the eyes already, known them all— The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase, And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin, When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall, Then how should I begin To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways? And how should I presume? incoherent to not cohere hold together words falling apart, spinning around nonsensicly and the voice echoes "are you stil there?" yes, yes i am i've just run out of words it's like there's an infinite amount of things to say at any given moment... how does one, in a split second, decided on the precise combination to come up with? string a sentence together, subjectverbpredicate or maybe just a fragment
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pete
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phone conversations require one person to be in a talkative mood (or have something to say, after which the following applies), or else they can turn into an interrogation
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what's it to you?
who
go
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blather
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