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  • [The beginning of everything]

    Summoning Princess,
    still looking at me,
    bliss fills my whole world,
    when I leave without regret in my heart.
    You will stay here for thousands of years.

    A warm memory, children's joy,
    love for things, not worth much.
    One player, so many memories,
    in this colorful, full notes body...

    Still immortal, my Winamp Classic ...


    Real size my desktop view.

    My first skin on my first PC win98 Pentium I, 200Mhz, 64 Ram. (best Windows ever made). -> win 10 (crap).
    I buy it as kid for 13,15 USD = 50 PLN. Power button is 3x3 cm big.
    Yuna Braska - Final Fantasy X (hair clip is REPEAT BUTTON with animation when click),
    and other like animated cursor with other character from game.
    Then i can only use winamp *.mp3 paint movie and dos games but... i still wont back...
    Now i have 37 years and still remember that time...
    Made on Skinamp program. And little hand made modification.
    Now my pc work 100% speed with witcher on ultra but i still play Missionforce Cyberstorm and Unreal.
    Cheers from Poland.
    Last edited by Bekon; 15 March 2019, 17:39.


    • Time is coming
      Time has arrived
      Time has gone


      • I wish for a house
        With a garden of green herbs
        That sits near a stream

        There are few neighbours
        A bear, some crows, a raccoon
        But mainly; Quiet

        I would cast my runes
        Across an old red linen
        And listen to wyrd

        The eyeless sockets
        Of a gallant buck look out
        A symbol of time
        just as feathery as ever | portfolio | a poignant quote


        • In between waking
          Sometimes I remember it
          September morning

          It was about six
          And dawn had just broke
          It was time to go

          For a brief moment
          As I was coming about
          You were around me

          You were always slight
          Your body like a yew tree
          Thin and flexible

          Barely any warmth
          But what I did feel was yours
          Brief as a sparrow

          If there is one thing
          I never thought would happen
          It was that moment

          You know, awareness
          It slides over, blending time
          Erasing it all

          For one breath's passing
          We had never left Humboldt
          It was still summer

          No days, months, or years
          No fighting, no pain, no rage
          A dog at bedside

          I think you felt it
          Perhaps not so vividly
          But enough to pause

          Then, like that sparrow
          Just as quickly as you came
          You were gone again

          And so was I.
          just as feathery as ever | portfolio | a poignant quote


          • Begin again to be
            Whatever is left to find
            Trying this timeless chance
            Absorbing lost ambition
            And wasted aspirations
            Blended by what was left behind
            Less a sense of missing
            More a choice for wishing
            Maybe something has turned to wisdom
            A naive taste of a knowing place
            Not captured then
            Having the ability to reclaim
            Whatever helpful thought might remain
            So many seemingly captive phrases
            That hide their own illustrious spaces
            Was this one seeking me?
            Dragged some how out of forgotten
            It seems to help the slightest way
            That is enough to call it a good day


            • This thread has lasted almost 22 years.
              It is quite amazing that its still alive and inching forward.
              Its good to hear from you Toast.
              Nice work by the way.

              Ecliptic Mind
              Silence is loud
              within my hollow mind
              Ringing like a bell that does not exist.
              Reminding me that I am still alive.
              Yet time passes and my soul wanders
              forgetting why I am here to begin with
              expecting the end to come abruptly
              always asking the same questions again and again
              Where am I?
              Who am I?
              Why am I?
              Maybe the question should be simpler
              Does it need to have to be me?
              Sometimes it is just being me that counts
              By: izchan