Neil Gaiman www.NeilgaimanBoard.com www.NeilgaimanBoard.com The World's End The World's End create a history
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Wigber Member  |
for your online/Board nickname.
for instance: i am the green robot. i was born of cyberspace and cyberspace bends to my will. during my time in the human realm i am observing and learning human history and traditions. despite my mechanical nature, i have learned i am able to love. i hide my heart in plain sight, and it belongs to one being alone. i am the green robot, and cyberspace is my home. .  yes, i am bored at work. 
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none more black Member  |
I am mudpuppy.
I am the daughter of two fathers: one of earth, and one of water. My mother is Salamander, not Siren. My home is between the river rocks. To make the music of the river you must have the stillness of the rocks and the movement of the water. I am mudpuppy, ancient in form, puppyish in spirit. |
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Surprise Inspector Member  |
I already have a history.
It has been bound in book form. It is kept slave to the readers. The Limertilly is slave to no one, however It roams the world, drinking the free booze Making friends and breaking rules i sort of have a headstart here. doesn't mean i don't want to play. "Are you a princess? I said & she said I'm much more than a princess, but you don't have a name for it yet here on earth." -Brian Andreas Limertilly: A pagan deity forgotten by man and therefore banished to the realms of memory and darkness now remembered by a young girl in downtown L.A. in the form of a dream and therefore freed to reap your revenge on the people who discarded you, thereby forcing said girl to learn to use her innate yet awesome powers as a soothsayer to gather forces of the Earth to defy you and once more banish you to your cold, cold prisoooooon |
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Istanbul was never Constantinople. They lied. Member  |
There is a word for being deeply happy and deeply sad at the same time. We have forgotten it.
When I learn to carry enough paradoxes within my skull, I will remember that word. Until then, "grey" will suffice. I am getting there. He began to think of people in a new light; how everyone's just little more than that frightened, fragile brain stem, surrounded by meat and physics, too terrified to recognize the sum of their parts, insulated in the shells of their skulls and lower-middle-class houses, afraid of change, afraid of decisions, afraid of pain, stuck in traffic, listening to terrible music. |
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now available in colour! Member  |
liliaharas is forged of two entities. The first Lilia is a character from one of my favorite books from high school called 'Where Angels Feel to Tread', which explored the eternal debate about what benefits a child more, love or money, and Haras was an alter ego i made for myself which allowed me to create an alternate personality that could do everything that I wasn't allowed to do. Therefore, when I said 'I didn't do it' I thought it might just work. ummm....it didn't
Ad absurdum Aut viam inveniam aut faciam |
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Sittin' at the dock of the Bayeaux Tapestry Member  |
 'nuff said.  "The other night I dreamed that King George VI was dead, and that Helen Hardinge had somehow or other got herself proclaimed Queen of England, and that I was detailed to go and tell her that it wouldn't do at all; and when I did this, all she said was, 'You see, I am really Queen Mary,' and I said, 'Oh very well' - words to that effect, and woke up. Last night I dreamed that Eisenhower came to stay with us, and he insisted on being put to sleep in the dog kennel, with a collar and chain about his neck." - Sir Alan Lascelles, 19 February 1980 |
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is hogging the Comfy Chair Member  |
*snorfle*
Mark! I have never looked at it that way! And it seems... strangely appropriate. *********************** There once was a bard of Hong Kong Who thought limericks were too long. - Gerard Benson. |
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Adoration of the Modii Member  |
my history is as a masque.. it hides the true face in a dance of misdirection and subtlety..
all I will say is that I am old.. -- Give a man a fish, he eats for the day; Teach a man to fish, he eats for a lifetime; Teach that man to cook, and he can feed the world.... *********************** Head chef in the Realm of Procrastination and Unproductivity, Dp.u.: "You want fries with that?" Holder for the Golden Pineapple Pin. ------------------------------------------------ If it is on the plate, its food. If it crawls off the plate; Kill it and put it back on the plate. ------------------------------------ I love small furry creatures; especially in a good sauce. |
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Miss Kitty Fantastico Member  |
Maeve used to be my alter ego, the name I would wear when I lurked online, trying to hide from my life. I was too odd, which led me to despair, which led me online - To discover... I'm not weird at all.
The Noodly One once said jokingly, "But you're not bitter?" And I was, certainly, but the bitterness marinated in weirdness and fermented into a kind of fierce strange pride. I rather like Me now. I just prefer the name Maeve over the one I sign on my checks. I would have thought the end of the world is everyone's responsibility, wouldn't you? ~Death in Thief of Time Minister of Kraftwerk in the Realm of U & P, Order of the Pineapple with frond for advancement in Nap studies. |
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is hogging the Comfy Chair Member |
Bzzzt! Bzzzt! Bzzzt!
work work work work work work honey work work work work work work work honey work work *********************** There once was a bard of Hong Kong Who thought limericks were too long. - Gerard Benson. |
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*on the eighth day, Gawd struggled almightily and pulled forth that which had been eating His brain. And He named it Lester.*
---------------------------------- It's all done with mirrors, don't you know? |
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I'm a poet who was sent to infiltrate a group of anarchists. On the way, I encountered odd philosophical and theological imagery and got into a spot of bother regarding Wagner and a man's nose.
I wish I could take credit for all that. ______________________________
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the colours . . . the colours Member  |
The Wayfarer by Stephen Crane
*** "objective evidence & certitude are doubtless very fine ideals to play with, but where on this moonlit & dream-visited planet are they found?" William James |
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