Look...The Rainbow Children...

They have something to say...It is beyond the equality of a United World...It is the opportunity to join the Universe...IN A RACE...TO fIND THE BEST SONG...TO SING TO THE HI-COM....I CAN FINALLY HEAR THEM BECAUSE THEY ARE CLOSER NOW....THEY WANT THE NPG...TO WIN, YET FEAR THAT A BAND FROM ENGLAND WILL SUCCEED...HOWEVER...ALTHOUGH THE RAINBOW CHILDREN SONG IS THE BEST....THEY SURRENDER...FOR THE SAKE OF A TRUCE....AND TO PROVE...THAT MUSIC HAS GONE A LONG WAY INTO TOMORROW...AND THEY APPRECIATE THE OLD SONGS AS WELL....

A UNIVERSAL HARMONY...IS ON THE TAPE....

THEY END THEIR NON-VIOLENT AND POLITICALLY CORRECT DIGITAL MESSAGE WITH ...

TRUST US.

Every Band that includes a song about the Universal One Song Theme," will be admitted into the competition...The farthest distance is a wall...and retreating from that wall is necessary for expansion protection. The Universe is large enough for it's inhabitants...they say....The Earth is a dive, they say...and it is ultimately necessary to clean the bottom floor at once.

I DO AND SPEAK AS I AM TOLD....

SOMETHING ABOUT JESUS REFUSES TO RETURN HOME UNTIL THERE IS LOVE TO WALK ON.

BROKEN HOME...FADE.

The logical, non-monologueing people mostly posted HERE;

http://prince.org/msg/7/276883

Tame said:

Hell no.

I will knocking on the fucking back door.

TAP TAP TAP

Tame said:

Then shhhhh.

Tame said:

MORE STUFF ABOUT TOOTSIE ROLLS THAT TASTE DIVINE AT THE RAILWAY STATION AND YET THERE IS STILL ROOM TO DANCE.

CONFUSED FAM... MEDS

Tame said:

um, the Lamb becomes the Lion the 2nd time around
and he ain't gonna be looking for love
his enemies will be his footstool
the grapes of wrath will pour heavily

They Speak. We Speak.

Through a Universal Command Center from the farthest point a communication can be transferred from the caller to the listener, is The megaphone.
Despite bilingual capabilities, a message is often misinterpreted.
We speak through this person, as she is audibly instrumental.
She merely hears us in the American language as a Xerexian interpreter.
Our star home, Xerex…is not central within, It Is however, the farthest from the planet that contains a functioning species. Earth.
We exist among you in human suits you cannot recognize.
It is not our intention to dominate your planet, It Is our intention to open Ours to Yours as we build a bridge that can effectively toss advancements in medicine and technology, and to ensure you that Our Jesus, that you claim as Your Savior, Lives Here, containing the option to defect indefinitely from His birth home.
IF THIS BE THE CASE…THE EARTH WILL EVOLVE TO HER OWN DESTRUCTION WITHOUT OUR INTERVENTION.
PRINCE ROGERS NELSON, Is One human being that Jesus shares compassion With, Although Jesus Has compassion For everyone.
This message may appear futuristic as Time has Elasticized, Although This message has been on descent since the delivery of this Whold. WHOLE WHIRL.
ON SHE: Her Personality Traits Are just as superficial as Yours..
However, amongst the instruments of Peace, She is quietly listening to the whisper on the stairs that pin Heaven to the Sky’s proposed limit.
WE WILL GIVE YOU STAGES YOU DID NOT BUILD.
TALENT YOU DID NOT OWN, to PROVE, “This Arrogance,” is a Pride that is Governed by True Love. A Divine Law.
You as a Race did not draw from the Origin, you were spoon-fed your thirsty straw.
IT IS UNKIND, To Abuse this privilege.
THINK ON YOURSELVES AND YOUR HISTORICAL DISTORTIONS.
Your Prison is a vocal pestilence to the Free Voice in the Winds of Eternity. And Therefore, your community is flea ridden.
You have drawn to yourselves very little beauty in comparison to the irritants that live and infect amongst you.
These problems are solved farthest from you.
When You Care For SHARING LOVE, We will share with Your Race, environmental solutions, that were in reality born from polluted thought systems that were misinterpretations within a Nuclei. As your devil has no body, yet the skin he is in, like wise, Someone has No one.
JESUS wants to travel within a Universal Truth, not return to Earth, based on a Biblical Promise to Reign only to Reign with the desire to return to Xerex, leaving Earth behind in the equation.
Love Is Love. Nothing Less.
WHEN THIS UNDERSTANDING COMES….PEARS OF TRUTH BECOME APPARENT.
IT IS IN THE SEED OF THE FAMILY TREE…NOT THE SHELL FROM WHICH IT CAME TO BE.
Let the Royal Carpet be LOVE.
Let the Sound check begin,
And wait on the decision,
That Jesus Walks in.
JESUS IS COMING….LOOK BUSY WITH LOVE, Or Faithful In It, Or He will put the Bible on the shelf with, “Green Eggs and Ham.” Thank You, Your Savior Comin’ at you on the big Megamike. Peace.

Tame said:

FUCK YOU TAME

superspaceboy said:

Ignore the oblique, fleeting references which serve as a pretence to this being suited to this Forum.

It has nothing to do wth Prince.

File in the 'Attention Seeking Syndrome'-hole, from where it was produced

Tame said:

In short, no, you didn't take your meds and you have gone straight back into your addiction. Shame on YOU, Ms Ross! That ain't divine!

Alej said:

If you do the fucking, then please fuck ME, Mariah Carey!

Okay. I admit. I rather listen to The Rainbow Children than read this drivle.

HamsterHuey said:

Dayum, that was probably the most poetic thing I have written all year and it's all gone to waste on a lonely single woman that drowns her never to be fulfilled sex fantasy of Prince with fanatic banter that quite entertains in some way, but just make me wish her a good shag with a Prince imitator somewhere on Hollywood Boulevard.

Well, that, or slap her, as you do when someone is hysteric.

Tame said:

I wish you'd listen, but nooooo.

The megophone made you deaf for our pleas. MAKE SENSE. BE COHERENT.

Alright, I Will...It is About the Akashic Records....Here is a piece from the morning script between a man and her muse. I didn't care for the read...

It is Titled: The Morning Menu.

He Says: Give the motormouth a mile...And She will take an Inch.

She Says: Give the wiseguy a Library...And He will take a Pinch.

Then He Says: And give her a tiny fraction of the long and winding mile, she interrupts with, "I'm left no choice to offer breakfast..."Shut Up Juice, with a smile."

So then He Says, "First Come, First Served my Darling, you will see the light."

And She demands bitterly, "The menu isn't right."

He Says softly, "I will sit at the head of the table Mrs."

And She grabs the final word..."Mister, You Won't, tonight." T

Tame said:

Yeah, make it pornographic, why don't ya?

Knock. Knock. ?

this thread is going fast forward in reverse.