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Posted by miniwyo on Sunday, November 7, 2004 10:04 PM
Hey everyone sorry to bring this back but a friend just sent me this page and I had to share it with everyone!

http://ghoststudy.com/monthly/sep04/railroad.htm

RJ

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Posted by Junctionfan on Friday, October 29, 2004 5:08 PM
And the one who was once banished from the heavens shall return on all hallows eve.
A mortal shall utter the 10 words that shall make him corporial and will sacrifies the blood of a sacred lamb.

The time of humanity shall end hence forth with the opening of the earth and all 666 legions of hell shall attack and slay all in their path. The great barrier seperating heaven and hell shall be destroyed and made into a great fortress of the damned. The heavens shall be attacked and will bring about the time of Armegeddon.


Don't worry....just from a movie.
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Posted by Sterling1 on Friday, October 29, 2004 4:51 PM
I found this off a poe site somewhere . . .

There's this girl in my land
She's red haired and young and seventeen
She's a local and regional 'crasinator
She's fine to talk to,

But someday real quick -
I'm goin' to get her -
Pop and twist her neck off -
And bundle her off to ligeria . . .
"There is nothing in life that compares with running a locomotive at 80-plus mph with the windows open, the traction motors screaming, the air horns fighting the rush of incoming air to make any sound at all, automobiles on adjacent highways trying and failing to catch up with you, and the unmistakable presence of raw power. You ride with fear in the pit of your stomach knowing you do not really have control of this beast." - D.C. Battle [Trains 10/2002 issue, p74.]
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Posted by Junctionfan on Thursday, October 28, 2004 6:58 AM
QUOTE: Originally posted by Mookie

Gosh - I can hardly wait to see what you guys will do with Thanksgiving!


"I see dead turkeys"[:D]
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Posted by Mookie on Thursday, October 28, 2004 6:55 AM
Gosh - I can hardly wait to see what you guys will do with Thanksgiving!

She who has no signature! cinscocom-tmw

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Posted by Junctionfan on Thursday, October 28, 2004 6:37 AM
"I see dead people" Sixth Sense.
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Posted by Anonymous on Saturday, October 23, 2004 9:01 PM
QUOTE: Originally posted by Junctionfan

Into the Underworld
------------------------------------------

You enter the darkness and fall into a nightmare,
There is nothing in the void you enter but chaos and dispair,
The horrifying bottom that will be reached is far from there,
As you plunge down into the underworld.

The bottom is a sicken earth and all around is dust,
the decaying flesh and blood around form a filthy crust,
you are pulled onto a path of bone and lead into Hell's lust,
As you enter into the underworld.

Shadow forms and grabs you and others near by,
you hear the screams of torment, the fear makes you cry,
you see that many struggle to break free but know it's futile to try,
As you enter into the underworld.

You're taken through an iron gate and thrown in a vortex of fire,
you exit the portal violently and land in a pool of mire
Winged demons chain you up and laugh at what will transpire,
As you enter into the underworld.

They drag you through a forest of dead where the damned and harpies stay,
they drag you to a city where the infernal judge will make you pay,
the infernal judge passes judgement with punishment not for delay,
You will enter into the underworld.

You are dragged down a set of stairs to a portal of glowing red light,
they escort you in and throw you down and shriek with great delight,
there are volcanos, basalt and lava with demons at every sight,
You have now entered into the underworld.

Demons dressed in hoods and robes drag you across this land
They take you to a mighty fortress where they flog you where you stand,
You're thrown in to a prison room and burn you with a brand,
You are into the underworld.

They chain you to a wall as you wait for your turn,
the torture chambers are full right now, you have to wait to burn,
they have other plans for you instead and far worse you will soon learn,
You are into the underworld.

They lead you passed a room of screaming where you'll often stay,
they do the mutilating there and often they will flay,
You wait in a chamber as you feel that you're their prey,
Because you have gone into the underworld.

They take you to a table where you are to be flayed,
they strap you in and sharpen up a sickle and a blade,
you scream in terror, they laugh at you and say you can't evade,
You have gone into the underworld; your soul will forever be slayed.

(sounds better with the voice of Vincent Price)


BRILLIANT!!!

BRILLIANT!!!


The best poem, ever. period.
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Posted by Junctionfan on Saturday, October 23, 2004 8:56 PM
OH MY GOD!........................Quick the holy water!.........oh never mind...its just my sister with a cleanser mask on.
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Posted by Junctionfan on Saturday, October 23, 2004 7:19 AM
Cool; this thread is getting good.
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Posted by Sterling1 on Friday, October 22, 2004 6:36 PM
Darkly cloaked in the mists of time -
Eastern, Western, Northern, Southern, and all others in brew -
Strained to the tension and calmed howlings on shattered mere -

A Darkling Queen ruled on her deadly Westerly throne -
On stony ground on the West End, blasted blind -
Finery crimson strands about her lay -

The seductive powers that made flay -
Stroked kicks at cushioned and hardened -
Audiences staring bleakly at her pale pasty nostrils -

Her eyes staring at a wanton crowd -
Some longing to kiss her blue lips -
Others waiting in dark corners -

To bed her good night or morning or afternoon -
Few with strangling coughs, one to change her ghastly black interior -
From tortuous, unknown endings of the furnace fires of the deepless hell -

Caressing a spiritless body -
Rebounded by few friends -
Strengthened by calm few -

Renewed by all round power from above -
A bright woman nevertheless the earthly dark -
That Western Thoroughbred of the dreary, cold, wet and loving North.
"There is nothing in life that compares with running a locomotive at 80-plus mph with the windows open, the traction motors screaming, the air horns fighting the rush of incoming air to make any sound at all, automobiles on adjacent highways trying and failing to catch up with you, and the unmistakable presence of raw power. You ride with fear in the pit of your stomach knowing you do not really have control of this beast." - D.C. Battle [Trains 10/2002 issue, p74.]
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Posted by Sterling1 on Friday, October 22, 2004 6:13 PM
QUOTE: Originally posted by kevinstheRRman

Last Halowe'en I put a 200 Watt bulb in my pumpkin -

2 hours later the Pumpkin was on fire-
2.1 hours later the pumpkin was reduced to a pile of carbon remains
2.15 hours later the Fire Dept shows up, all 4 engines, and the entire volunteer Fire Dept-

this year, I think i'm going to go 150 Max.

Hey you could see my pumpkin from 8 streets away, and when it was on fire, you could see it from space i'm sure!



Hey nice one on the pumpkin fire, hence the name pumpkin: pump the relatives: relatives: fire department!

Hmmm i wonder if i can haul out some Halloween poetry . . .
"There is nothing in life that compares with running a locomotive at 80-plus mph with the windows open, the traction motors screaming, the air horns fighting the rush of incoming air to make any sound at all, automobiles on adjacent highways trying and failing to catch up with you, and the unmistakable presence of raw power. You ride with fear in the pit of your stomach knowing you do not really have control of this beast." - D.C. Battle [Trains 10/2002 issue, p74.]
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Posted by Sterling1 on Friday, October 22, 2004 6:08 PM
That B&LE loco (radivil) the short hood nose has something on the tip, I wonder how many locos had those?

Oh and the halloween spiriti is thickly nice??!!
"There is nothing in life that compares with running a locomotive at 80-plus mph with the windows open, the traction motors screaming, the air horns fighting the rush of incoming air to make any sound at all, automobiles on adjacent highways trying and failing to catch up with you, and the unmistakable presence of raw power. You ride with fear in the pit of your stomach knowing you do not really have control of this beast." - D.C. Battle [Trains 10/2002 issue, p74.]
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Posted by Junctionfan on Friday, October 22, 2004 5:50 PM
Into the Underworld
------------------------------------------

You enter the darkness and fall into a nightmare,
There is nothing in the void you enter but chaos and dispair,
The horrifying bottom that will be reached is far from there,
As you plunge down into the underworld.

The bottom is a sicken earth and all around is dust,
the decaying flesh and blood around form a filthy crust,
you are pulled onto a path of bone and lead into Hell's lust,
As you enter into the underworld.

Shadow forms and grabs you and others near by,
you hear the screams of torment, the fear makes you cry,
you see that many struggle to break free but know it's futile to try,
As you enter into the underworld.

You're taken through an iron gate and thrown in a vortex of fire,
you exit the portal violently and land in a pool of mire
Winged demons chain you up and laugh at what will transpire,
As you enter into the underworld.

They drag you through a forest of dead where the damned and harpies stay,
they drag you to a city where the infernal judge will make you pay,
the infernal judge passes judgement with punishment not for delay,
You will enter into the underworld.

You are dragged down a set of stairs to a portal of glowing red light,
they escort you in and throw you down and shriek with great delight,
there are volcanos, basalt and lava with demons at every sight,
You have now entered into the underworld.

Demons dressed in hoods and robes drag you across this land
They take you to a mighty fortress where they flog you where you stand,
You're thrown in to a prison room and burn you with a brand,
You are into the underworld.

They chain you to a wall as you wait for your turn,
the torture chambers are full right now, you have to wait to burn,
they have other plans for you instead and far worse you will soon learn,
You are into the underworld.

They lead you passed a room of screaming where you'll often stay,
they do the mutilating there and often they will flay,
You wait in a chamber as you feel that you're their prey,
Because you have gone into the underworld.

They take you to a table where you are to be flayed,
they strap you in and sharpen up a sickle and a blade,
you scream in terror, they laugh at you and say you can't evade,
You have gone into the underworld; your soul will forever be slayed.

(sounds better with the voice of Vincent Price)
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Posted by locomutt on Friday, October 22, 2004 5:32 PM
[C):-)] "Me and you,and a 'ghost' named BOO!
travelin' and livin' off the scam..............."[;)]

Being Crazy,keeps you from going "INSANE" !! "The light at the end of the tunnel,has been turned off due to budget cuts" NOT AFRAID A Vet., and PROUD OF IT!!

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Posted by Junctionfan on Friday, October 22, 2004 5:25 PM
QUOTE: Originally posted by kevinstheRRman

QUOTE: Originally posted by Junctionfan

I'm writting another poem to replace the one I was going to submit. I read it over and forgot what kind of stuff was running through my mind in highschool-gracious me; good poem but too horrific and graphic.

I going to write a more forum-friendly poem. It should be ready by tomarrow night.


WOuld you just post it already!!!!

Nothing like being at the edge of my seat for hours it seems

I'm going to go "play" with a few trains, but when i get back from work- it better be posted.


Very well, I'll post it write now.
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Posted by Overmod on Friday, October 22, 2004 9:28 AM
Maybe I can inspire him with a little imagery...

Der so oft den roten Hahn
Meilenweit von fern gerochen,
Mit des heilgen Kreuzes Span
Freventlich die Glut besprochen -
Weh! dir grinst vom Dachgestuehle
Dort der Feind im Hoellenschein.
Gnade Gott der Seele dein!
Hinterm Berg,
Hinterm Berg
Ras't er in der Muehle!

Keine Stunde hielt es an,
Bis die Muehle borst in Truemmer;
Doch den kecken Reitersmann
Sah man von der Stunde nimmer.
Volk und Wagen im Gewuehle
Kehren heim von all dem Graus;
Auch das Gloecklein klinget aus.
Hinterm Berg,
Hinterm Berg
Brennts! -

Nach der Zeit ein Mueller fand
Ein Gerippe samt der Muetzen
Aufrecht an der Kellerwand
Auf der beinern Maehre sitzen:
Feuerreiter, wie so kuehle
Reitest du in deinem Grab!
Husch! da faellts in Asche ab.
Ruhe wohl,
Ruhe wohl
Drunten in der Muehle!

Sometimes horror is in the right mix, not just in horrific and graphic details. Only so many times you can watch teenagers die in ingenious ways before slash films begin to be self-parodies... poetry is no different.
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Posted by Anonymous on Friday, October 22, 2004 8:52 AM
QUOTE: Originally posted by Junctionfan

I'm writting another poem to replace the one I was going to submit. I read it over and forgot what kind of stuff was running through my mind in highschool-gracious me; good poem but too horrific and graphic.

I going to write a more forum-friendly poem. It should be ready by tomarrow night.


WOuld you just post it already!!!!

Nothing like being at the edge of my seat for hours it seems

I'm going to go "play" with a few trains, but when i get back from work- it better be posted.
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Posted by Anonymous on Friday, October 22, 2004 8:39 AM
Ohh my god jruppert............your so very EVIL[}:)].
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Posted by Anonymous on Thursday, October 21, 2004 10:24 PM
I'm going to wear a t-shirt of the 4449 in UP colors and call myself the ghost of railroad future !!!
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Posted by Anonymous on Thursday, October 21, 2004 9:43 PM
I better pull out my UP costume with my big UP head sheld[}:)].
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Posted by Junctionfan on Thursday, October 21, 2004 8:32 PM
I'm writting another poem to replace the one I was going to submit. I read it over and forgot what kind of stuff was running through my mind in highschool-gracious me; good poem but too horrific and graphic.

I going to write a more forum-friendly poem. It should be ready by tomarrow night.
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Posted by Anonymous on Thursday, October 21, 2004 7:57 PM
QUOTE: Originally posted by espeefoamer

I saw a pumpkin turn into a ghost
And that is the thing that scares me the most.

Dont applaud,just throw money[;)].


one, uh two- ooo three cents.. here y'are
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Posted by espeefoamer on Thursday, October 21, 2004 3:19 PM
I saw a pumpkin turn into a ghost
And that is the thing that scares me the most.

Dont applaud,just throw money[;)].
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Posted by Junctionfan on Thursday, October 21, 2004 9:46 AM
I'll bring forth a frightening little poem I wrote in school called Down into the Underworld.
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Posted by Anonymous on Thursday, October 21, 2004 9:15 AM
I don't know just reading your forum is scarry enough[}:)][:D]!
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Posted by Overmod on Thursday, October 21, 2004 6:09 AM
To kick off the poetry -- this, perhaps, which fans of Chuy's might find familiar:


They roll up the sidewalks, or what passes for them
About 6 o’clock in this part of the world.
The little pieces of everyday life
that fight against this heroic sky
sputter and fade as the doors are locked.

Light walks up the mountains
Their slopes are washed in the brilliant colors that seem so false
When you see pictures of them, flipping through,
On the pages of Arizona Highways.
Now you are there, and know.

The highway slams above the town
in horizontal strokes of people rushing through --
In parallel, distracted time the old main street
Dissolves in a wash of dust: an old dog limping,
An old truck limping, two old men stopped,
Wrapped in a blanket, waiting for time itself to stop
(Which it is too tired to do) -- while up above
the heavens open and the signs appear
for yet another perfect time:
blues and oranges in a Renaissance sunset
to match the angels in the art-store window.

The wind speaks, the animals talk,
The opening blue hollows of the comforting night
Replace the dead air of the day with crystal ring,
And the dust with the tang of smoke. In dreams
we have this sureness, in dreams this sense of place.
This country opens, opens out, and all the little things
Men tacked so temporarily here are taken up.

The wheel of seasons, the wheel of stars
Turn overhead; this fall October ends in flame
around the tiny humps and scratches here below

And we forget, eyes filled with light,
Until the morning washes darkness back again.
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Posted by Junctionfan on Wednesday, October 20, 2004 6:44 PM
How dark, evil and scary do you want me to be? I've got some pretty diabolical stuff if you all are seriously interested.
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Posted by Anonymous on Wednesday, October 20, 2004 6:30 PM
Last Halowe'en I put a 200 Watt bulb in my pumpkin -

2 hours later the Pumpkin was on fire-
2.1 hours later the pumpkin was reduced to a pile of carbon remains
2.15 hours later the Fire Dept shows up, all 4 engines, and the entire volunteer Fire Dept-

this year, I think i'm going to go 150 Max.

Hey you could see my pumpkin from 8 streets away, and when it was on fire, you could see it from space i'm sure!
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Posted by JoeKoh on Wednesday, October 20, 2004 5:34 PM
andrew
i think i could scare something up!
stay safe
Joe

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