Are there those sounds that you just find "juicy?" For me it's: |
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My youngest kitty meowing. It's not a meow. She just sounds like a dolphin. It's more of a squeak. It just KILLS me. And depending on what she's making the noise about, she can convey a lot of emotion. It's the best thing ever. |
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Plane throttling up on takeoff |
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This is not including instruments... |
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Last edited by NightLife; 04-28-2008 at 12:23 AM.
Crackling and popping of a roaring fire. |
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The sound of how awesome I am. |
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I'd kill a man of any complexion with a devilish nature
Cause I'm trying to save the earth, but you're just getting in line to rape her
Posting a few more: |
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Last edited by Vance; 04-28-2008 at 01:28 AM.
I rather enjoy that ghostly echo of Gregorian monks chanting in cathedrals. Nom nom nom. -Drools.- |
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La Pucelle
"Take heart and come on! I will not fly away."
Unless I'm dreaming. Then you're screwed.
--- Saint Joan of Arc
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The sound of heavy rain against the roof. |
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Starry starry night, paint your pallet blue and gray,
Look out on a summers day,
with eyes that know the darkness of my soul.
The sound of a perfectly struck golf ball... I can't make that noise because I suck at golf... The sound of collecting a coin in Mario... |
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The sound of a nice juicy fart. Haha, sorry. I had to say it. |
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The sound of clinging samurai swords... |
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Sometimes you have to push when you're taking a crap... The sound of the crap plumping against the water... |
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What are you, ten? |
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Starry starry night, paint your pallet blue and gray,
Look out on a summers day,
with eyes that know the darkness of my soul.
No qualms here. |
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Starry starry night, paint your pallet blue and gray,
Look out on a summers day,
with eyes that know the darkness of my soul.
Thunder (definitely my favourite) |
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Whooshing wind |
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And if I had wheels, I'd be a wagon.
My name. If i repeat it real fast, it stops being my name. |
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Last edited by ClouD; 04-29-2008 at 05:04 AM.
You merely have to change your point of view slightly, and then that glass will sparkle when it reflects the light.
The sound of popping plastic bubbles. The ones that crackers come with. |
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Successes, Goals, Targets. It comes down to one thing. Will. Ponder that word. It's one thing that stands between a 10-year old and a Master's degree. It's one thing that allows you to exist, and continue exist. Ask your mom. _________________________________________
Rain or hail on the roof |
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"If there was one thing the lucid dreaming ninja writer could not stand, it was used car salesmen."
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