The official TWC stream of consciousness thread

[Roma_Victrix]

Hi everyone! Many of you here may be familiar with the narrative device known as the stream of consciousness, popularized long ago by the author James Joyce. Well, I'd like to give you all a chance to practice your skills here and tell us all what's on your mind today - stream of consciousness style! Think of this thread like a sandbox for all your crazy thoughts strung together with poor punctuation and such.

Eh hem... [Roma_Victrix clears his throat.] So here we go:

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There is no dragon but the one living in the bed of the monster that flew from the bell tower and crashed down into the fiery pit of Satan held up by the Gods of earthly elements. This foul demonic creature has fouled the air and is rapidly approaching with claws and fangs and hooks and weapons of all conventions, soaring above us and ready to pounce on its victims, its prey, its source of nutrients in our flesh and bones that will be out of its rear end in a fiery hell blast.

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Sweet. That was completely ing random. Now it's your turn!

[Narf]

Always dauntless when you tread
paths those above has commended,
though you reach the goal ahead
when the world has ended!
Never fear the darkest hour:
stars your path will favour!
With the heaven’s Prayer in Your pow’r
never shall you waver!
Fight for all that you hold dear,
die, if that be fitter!
Life is then not full of fear,
nor is death so bitter.

[Inkie]

Always so peaceful in your bed,
To your covers and pillow I have tended,
Do not concern your pretty head,
Till the morrow in this tree I remain suspended,
Always fear the darkest hour,
It tends to bring out the worst of my behaviour,
If you knew the truth you would cower,
I am in fact of your type a purveyor,
Else I would not be sitting in this bush here,
Sometimes my lot may be bitter,
The world may enjoy to find me queer,
All it does is make me even more sicker.

[Bo1Bo1Sha3]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Lуra]

And so we stare at starry sky,
what brilliant resplendour
of vapid gas and burning light
of thing we've always been put under.
Then realize it was not the night
but day with suns exposure
thus turn blind, without an eye
to see again; all sight now over.

~Lyra

[Soothsayer]

Nice poems guys but the thread is about whats going through your mind.

Nick Foles seems so reliable for the Eagles, could Phillip Rivers finally take the Chargers to the Super Bowl and stun everybody, fulfilling the prophecy? Can wait until this weekend -end thought-

[Narf]

That was what went through my mind, just after another thought not worth writing.

[Lord Oda Nobunaga]

What is this "stream of consciousness"?

[Inkie]

Nice poems guys but the thread is about whats going through your mind.

It's not my fault you don't think with style.

[Condottiere 40K]

... wee willie winkie ...

[omzdog]

Nice poems guys but the thread is about whats going through your mind.

Nick Foles seems so reliable for the Eagles, could Phillip Rivers finally take the Chargers to the Super Bowl and stun everybody, fulfilling the prophecy? Can wait until this weekend -end thought-

Wow.
Someone needs to bring you to the edge of the abyss.
Let me have a go.

I anticipate the violence and am willing to steel both myself in physic and myself in spirit.
I do not make that commotion to incite without just reason,
but I am prepared to allow the enemy to become defeated.
It is his own will that shall kill him, not my sword which has been plunged deep into his flesh.

I arrive and now understand my weapon has melted as lava into poetry, verse, and words.
My armor is as quick wit, wisdom, experience, intellect, and sensitivity.
With all this I will make calm the spirit of my allies,
and throw flame to the spirit of our enemies.

Those who do not anticipate myself yet stubbornly bring chaos to my own domain
shall be put to that test of tranquil virtue.

[Roma_Victrix]

What is this "stream of consciousness"?

Well, if I didn't make it very clear, perhaps this quote of James Joyce from Wiki will give you an idea of what this narrative mode actually looks like:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stream...rative_mode%29

a quarter after what an unearthly hour I suppose theyre just getting up in China now combing out their pigtails for the day well soon have the nuns ringing the angelus theyve nobody coming in to spoil their sleep except an odd priest or two for his night office or the alarmlock next door at cockshout clattering the brain out of itself let me see if I can doze off 1 2 3 4 5 what kind of flowers are those they invented like the stars the wallpaper in Lombard street was much nicer the apron he gave me was like that something only I only wore it twice better lower this lamp and try again so that I can get up early.

Now that's random. Here, let me give it another go with one of my own:

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I sit at the keyboard, the command center, the all powerful Macintosh at my disposal to smite foes and build entire worlds of text and knowledge across cables that connect to all the other command centers of the world. We fight, we struggle for supremacy, slugging it out in the field of cyberspace, the heavenly electronic Valhalla that shall remain forevermore.

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Perhaps not as eloquent as some of the other streams of consciousnesses found here.

[omzdog]

In order to think about what you are thinking,
you must become outside yourself.

Lest those thoughts tamper with those other thoughts you are thinking of.

Stream of conscious goes beyond writing what you see in front of you.
Its comprehending what you are and why it is you're that way.
Certainly doesn't need to be random.

Where the women at?

[Lуra]

What is this I think forcibly -of course I am doing it that way. I want to write there is a will behind this typing; this search for recognition. In the end that is what most things are around here. We write so that others see, be it a reply or an aar or the description for a mod. And so I continue this sporadic text -stopping now and then to formulate a phrase, to correct some rampant typo. But that is all, that is all I am doing, a continuous description of me describing this description of my doing of a description. Like that I could go on ad infinitum, but I don't. I have other things to do now, more important and less menial. Not that this place isn't important to me, I am a slave of attention, I crave it in my being.

But, wait, I just noticed that the spell-check does not notice 'infinitum' as a correct word. It can go to hell! "I never needed it anyway!" I lie as I don't really say that. What a pretty double fallacy of a thing that is. But why do I not stop? What is bringing me on now in this moment that so makes me want to eject this spontaneous thoughts? Maybe it is as I said, this is why we do things, this is why the internet is as it is. This collective of human thought suspended in quasi ethereal cyberspace. Maybe some would say this is a first step towards the uniting of the human will, that in the distant future we will be part of a unique collective, non-individuals like cells in a mammal. Who knows, really. I know I am getting way to out of hand here, and thinking about this stuff always seems trivial because we don;t know if some mega asteroid will come careening into us in a few years or decades or centuries. We can't know, we don't know. Much of what is is simply unknown. We are to young and weak and the universe, reality, simply incomparable with our insignificance. But I think I'll go buy milk now because I'm hungry. Waking up at 5 pm yesterday really messed up my sleep.clock, thing.


~Lyra

[omzdog]

What is bringing me on now in this moment that so makes me want to eject this spontaneous thoughts?

No way a guy said this.
That's a great trickle you've created though.
Let's make it a river.

[Roma_Victrix]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Given the grandiloquence of some entries here, I'd have to say this is a pretty gnarly punk rock response, Bo1Bo1Sha3.

[Condottiere 40K]

... frozen popsicle ...

[Col. Tartleton]

Give a cat a fish, no one cares. Teach a cat to fish, get on Fox News.

Tomcats have barbed penis spines for her pleasure. I'd like to see them trying to sell a condom offering barbed penile spines.

Either the scientists are using extremely poor wording to describe studs or cats are using some sort of medieval torture bondage in their sex lives.

Knowing cats I wouldn't be surprised by the latter.

[Roma_Victrix]

I knew that when I viewed the Thema Devia forum and saw that the Colonel had weighed in on this thread, that something magical was about to transpire.

Indeed, I was not disappointed. And yes, I wouldn't put it past those cats either. They probably bite the out of each other during their hanky-panky.

[Roma_Victrix]

Well, there's your problem right there, you lack an imagination, Guy With No Imagination.

Seriously, though, it's just a literary device. It's not rocket science.