Sirslash47's dump of ideas, modules and links
"I AM SLOWLY DISSOLVING LIKE THE STARS IN THE SKY AS THE MEN SINK DOWN THEIR CELESTIAL TEETH INTO THE STARDUST-FLOUR" is a line by LamentteLamentte
- Tale: there is a blinking lamp in/down the alley
- Sauna replication (Finland stuff)
- Do I dare to dream, do I dare to dream again.
- Deep dish pizza is not pizza essay
- Secret waffle service (goi)
Lance Montgomery (lost character)
- MK-scenario (-J)
- Feelings of vinyl
- My favourite place in the world
- reference kens avatar when using a shooting star or something
- Cosmic ragnarok (built up needed)
- carbon based humans to sulfurbased humans instantly
- Piano with fingers instead of keys
- spooky spacey skeletons
- Typewriter
- Burger
- Fuck it, some australian dude riding on a giant scorpion
- A fucking gunslinger
- Cloning O5 husk
In progress
- Tale for void hub
- Wooden church thing
- Nuclear plant thing
- Perpetual dancer
- Collab
For lists:
Did I read that right
5992
6791
2719
5251
2535
5616
(5552 ?)
(3449?)
Viral
5554
4991
5551
Listpages now used for other stuff
http://kontainer.djkakt.us/collab:listpage-parent-test
http://kontainer.djkakt.us/slash-staff-shenanigans
http://kontainer.djkakt.us/fragment:listpage-test-2
http://kontainer.djkakt.us/another47
http://kontainer.djkakt.us/sirslash47-s-contest-and-rewrite-sandbox
The box where Kara tests things that others need help with. I am NOT taking anything in this box as my own, I am just trying to help others out because I'm a dummy who can't help without trial and error!
THIS TEXT GOT TESTED BY KARA.
http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/listpages-magic-and-you
Need to check blinking like on this page
Need to check random numbers like on this article
Modules under here (page source)
Module for MAST [[*user name]] component edits
Module for blinking
To remove april fools header
div#extra-div-1 {
display: none;
}
div#extra-div-2 {
display: none;
}
div#header {
background-image: url(none);
}
To remove second
[[module CSS]]
@import url("https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/gh/Nu-SCPTheme/Black-Highlighter@gh-pages/css/min/normalize.min.css");
@import url("https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/gh/Nu-SCPTheme/Black-Highlighter@gh-pages/css/min/black-highlighter.min.css");
[[/module]]
The untitled poem
In our attempts to make poetry,
We write many words.
Perhaps cross out even more,
Than what we settle on.
For our attempts to make poetry,
We read many books.
To find the source,
Of absolute beauty.
But our attemps to make poetry,
So complex or deep.
Make me sometimes think,
That the beauty also lies
In simplicity
Skylark
It is remarkable
How a bird regardless of how small it may be
Can provide songs
That make my mind clearer amids my darkened clouds
It is intriguing
That the a song of this unnamed chanteur
Touches me
And brings emotions above that I tought I had lost
How glad
I am for hearing
this enjoyable sound
as if I were back in the fields
If only
I had the chance
To fly away with you
Again
The wild wind
The pouring rain
Falls in clutters
Of drenched misery
And it falls and falls again
The dimmed light
Now less visible than the sun in the ocean
Illuminates only the wet cobblestones
Where I fall and fall again
And I hate this downcast weather
That manages to make a dark night
More sorrowful than my old man's age
And it falls and falls some more
But the sharp and forceful wind
Makes me clench yet feel alive
As if I were a young child again
Make me fall and fall some more
Cold to the touch and hard to resist
But how my memory has been longing
To that wild winds embrace again
When
When an empty sheet
weights enough to hold me down
When numb of morning
never seems to leave
When I sit aside the bed, wondering
how much effort it will take to stand up
When my heavy heart beats
slower than the ticking between the silence
When the groggy mind is more grey
than the clouds outside
When the realisation hits
that I don't remember the last time
Then I ask myself
When will I dream again?
text
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So here I stand, rifle in hand
Uniform tight, preparing to fight
To protect my dear, far from here
I'll leave to war
So here I remain, wrists in chain
Dragged through mud, paying with blood
To serve my sentence, for independence
I'm forced into war
Never killed, fairly unskilled
But still I shoot, trusty recruit
I begin enjoying myself, losing myself
In this beautiful war
Not without guilt, taking my hilt
I begin to reflect in myself, question myself
In this traumatic war
not to win, save someone's skin