Mentallic by Panoramic Designs
MENTALLIC --------- 1.3D 2.MARBLES 3.BLUE 4.BEHIND BARS 5.HOME ----------------- PANORAMIC DESIGNS - 012345789:;<=? - "SMALL PREV" BYGT/MOZ(IC)ART - MUSIC &PLAYER BY GEIR TJELTA/MOZ(IC)ART'90ALA/A-A>A - Y ,Q - ABCDEFGHPPA - - MENTALLIC --------- 1.3D 2.MARBLES 3.BLUE 4.BEHIND BARS 5.HOME ----------------- PANORAMIC DESIGNS 1. 3D ----- IDEA : BJ0RN R0ST0EN DESIGN : BJ0RN R0ST0EN CODE : OLAV M0RKRID GRAPHICS : BJ0RN R0ST0EN MUSIC : OLAV M0RKRID TEXT : OLAV M0RKRID 2. MARBLES ---------- IDEA : BJ0RN R0ST0EN DESIGN : BJ0RN R0ST0EN CODE : BJ0RN R0ST0EN GRAPHICS : BJ0RN R0ST0EN MUSIC : LARS HOFF/PROSONIX TEXT : OLAV M0RKRID 3. BLUE ------- IDEA : MARIUS SKOGHEIM AND OLAV M0RKRID DESIGN BJ0RN R0ST0EN CODE : MARIUS SKOGHEIM OLAV M0RKRID GRAPHICS : MARIUS SKOGHEIM BJ0RN R0ST0EN MUSIC : STEIN PEDERSEN/PROSONIX MASK : BJ0RN R0ST0EN TECHNIQUE 4. BEHIND BARS -------------- IDEA : BJ0RN R0ST0EN DESIGN : BJ0RN R0ST0EN CODE : BJ0RN R0ST0EN GRAPHICS : BJ0RN R0ST0EN RICHARD NYGAARD MUSIC : LARS HOFF/PROSONIX TEXT : OLAV M0RKRID 5. HOME ------- IDEA : RICHARD NYGAARD AND BJ0RN R0ST0EN DESIGN OLAV M0RKRID CODE : OLAV M0RKRID PICTURE : RICHARD NYGAARD FONTS : BJ0RN R0ST0EN MUSIC : BEN DAGLISH TEXT : OLAV M0RKRID CREDITS ------- SPRITE : MARIUS SKOGHEIM ROUTINE FADER : OLAV M0RKRID FONT : BJ0RN R0ST0EN MUSIC : GEIR TJELTA/MOZICART -
0 - >;8520-*(%# ^/ZXVTRPNMKJIGFEDCBBAA - AABBCDEFGIJKMNPRTVXZ/^ #%(*-0258;> - >;8520-*(%# ^/ZXVTRPNMKJIGFEDCBBAA - AABBCDEFGIJKMNPRTVXZ/^ #%(*-0258;> - ABCDEFGIKMOQRSTUWXZ[]_ "$')+.147:> - GOODNESS GRACIOUS, GREAT BALLS FOR HIRE! I SEEM TO HAVE LOST MY MARBLES! WELCOME TO OUR GREENHOUSE. WE SPECIALIZE IN MARIHUANA PLANTS, SO PLEASE GET YOUR WALLET OUT OF YOUR POCKET! WINTER CAN BE VERY HARD, SO YOU MUST ALWAYS BE PREPARED FOR WHAT IS TO COME. SUMMER, ON THE CONTRARY, IS A MUCH WARMER FEELING. IT'S THE FEELING ONLY A DOG CAN GIVE YOU. PINK FLOYD SURE KNEW HOW TO SQUEEZE INSPIRATION OUT OF A MARIHUANA LEAF. JIM MORRISON'S BODY HAS LEFT THIS PLACE, BUT HE STILL EXSISTS IN THE SPIRITUAL WAY. WE DENY EVERYTHING BEFORE WE GET THE TRUE REALITY INFRONT OF OUR VERY EYES, BUT THEN, THEN IT'S TOO LATE. YOU MISS THE TRAIN. SINCE THE DAY YOU WERE BORN, YOUR DEEDS AND SINS ARE CAREFULLY WATCHED BY FORCES WHO COULD PREDICT YOUR STEPS BETTER THAN A MIRROR. YOU KEEP ON FIGHTING BECAUSE OF YOUR WEAK BELIEF, YOUR DISREGARD AND YOUR POOR, PITIED SELFISHNESS WHICH ONE DAY WILL MAKE YOU THE VICTIM. THERE WAS A BOOK YOU WERE READING ALL THE TIME, WITHOUT NOTICING IT WAS YOUR OWN LIFE STORY. YOU NEVER MADE IT TO THE LAST PAGE, DID YOU? YOU ALWAYS WANTED TO PEEK AT IT, BUT SOMETHING PREVENTED THAT CRIME, A LITTLE SOMETHING THAT SAVED YOUR LIFE. WHEN YOU DIED, IT WAS TIME TO TURN THE PAGE AGAIN, TO A NEW CHAPTER; A NEW LIFE. THEY TORE OUT ALL THE PAGES OF YOUR BOOK, ERASEING YOU IN THE HISTORY. YOU WERE WANDERING AROUND IN DEEP PAIN, TRYING TO COLLECT THE SMALL PIECES OF PAPER, BUT MOST OF THEM WERE TAKEN BY THE WIND BEFORE YOU COULD CATCH THEM. YOU FORGOT ABOUT THEM PRETTY SOON, DIDN'T YOU? LIKE AN INSECT TRYING TO PENETRATE THE SMOOTH SURFACE OF YOUR FINGERNAIL, YOU TRIED TO BREAK THROUGH THE WALL. IN A WAY, YOU FELT IT TOOK AWAY ALL YOUR TIME, BUT YOU JUST COULDN'T STOP, BECAUSE ONCE YOU HAD TAKEN A PAUSE, YOU HAD TO START ALL OVER AGAIN. THERE WAS NOONE TO GIVE YOU A HELPING HAND. YOU KNEW THAT THE PATHS YOU CHOSE, ALWAYS WOULD TAKE YOU BACK TO THE BEGINNING. - 
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- - SURROUNDED BY INSANE PEOPLE CAUGHT UP IN STRANGE HOUSES, I AM DIPPING MY FINGER IN BLOOD, WRITING ON A PIECE OF PAPER, INTRODUCING MYSELF AND MY MOST DESERVED ORGAN OF REPRODUCTION... - I AM CAUGHT, TRAPPED, LOCKED UP AGAINST MY WILL, BECAUSE MY MASTER WON'T LET ME OUT OF HERE... - TAKE ME OUT OF HERE, TAKE ME OUT INTO THE FREE AIR, EVEN IF THAT MEANS GOING TO THE DARK LANDS OF MISFORTUNE AND LSD PAIN AGAIN... - WHY, YOU SAID... BECAUSE IT'S SOMETIMES THE ONLY WAY FOR PEOPLE WHO WANT TO ESCAPE WHILE THE FUN STILL GOES ON. IMAGINE JIM MORRISON, AGED SIXTYSEVEN, AT THE POST OFFICE PICKING UP HIS PENSION..... - THE DOCTOR WENT FOR A WALK, BUT WHEN HE CAME BACK IT WAS TOO LATE. HIS DINNER WAS GONE... FROM THEN, HE KNEW BETTER THAN LEAVING A PASIENT ALONE WITH A HUNGRY NURSE... - FRANTIC GUITAR TUNES IN THE LEFT SPEAKER FRIGHTEN ME AS I BREAK THROUGH THE WALL ON MY RIGHT, TO MEET WITH THE MOST BEAUTIFUL DOG THERE EVER WAS AFTER FIDO... PLEASE DON'T EAT MY WHITE STICK, IT'S THE ONLY ONE I HAVE... - I AIN'T AFRAID OF FEAR ITSELF... I AM AFRAID OF OTHER THINGS, LIKE SEAMEN WIHTOUT FEELINGS, MERMAIDS LOOKING FOR REVENGE AND LLAMAS ON THE WILD SIDE... - WHILE MY GUITAR GENTLY PLAYS THE PIANO, I RELAX IN THE CORNER OF A CHESS BOARD, WHERE SOMEONE HAS LEFT A BEAUTIFUL LADY, WHO'S READY TO STAB ME WITH A GUN, OR SHOOT ME WITH A KNIFE... - VIRGINITY CAN'T BE BOUGHT BACK ONCE YOU'VE SOLD IT... THEN YOU'RE FALLING ENDLESSLY, TRAPPED IN YOUR OWN FALL... SO, WHAT CAN YOU DO... IF YOU TRY TO BREAK FREE OF YOUR CAPTIVITY, YOU HIT THE GROUND AND YOU DIE... SO YOU FIND IT BETTER TO KEEP ON FALLING FOREVER, AND EVER AND EVER... UNTIL THE END, WHEN YOU FINALLY SHOUT. OH GOD, I HATE ETERNITY... - I WANT TO DIE... - ABCDEFGIKMOQRSTUWXZ[]_ "$')+.147:> - 
AABBCCDEEFGHIJKLMNPQRSUVXY[/^ !#%'(*,.02468:<> - DON'T BE SHY, STEP INTO THE CASTLE OF HIDDEN DELIGHTS, THE PLACE W]E W]ERE BORN FROM[ SIN, AND SINNERS W]E BECAM[E... - TODAY, W]E ARE LOOKING BACK AT THE PAST, FROM[ THE M[OST NATURAL POINT OF VIEW], THE PLACE IT ALL STARTED. - JOIN US FOR THE LAST SUPPER, ALL YOU - ANIM[ALS OUT THERE IN THE W]ILD..... - DON'T TURN IT OFF, M[AKE IT SURROUND YOUR M[IND, M[AKE IT ATTACH ITSELF TO YOUR BRAIN AND REPLACE W]HATEVER IS THERE. - (NOTHING REPLACES NOTHING?).... - ON DAYS LIKE THESE, YOU START THINKING... - W]HY DON'T I STOP FIGHTING - HER RIVERS ARE ALW]AYS FILLED W]ITH - BLOOD! - W]HY DO YOU KEEP ON PRETENDING YOU'RE - EDVARD M[UNCH? - ARE YOU STILL AFRAID OF PUBLICITY? - GROW]ING A M[INIATURE - UNDER YOUR BED, YOU M[UST BE DREAM[ING OF A SKY HIGH EXSISTANCE!! - IT'S TIM[E TO GO FOR A RIDE, DEAR FRIEND..... - I'M[ GOING UNDER YOUR SKIN, TO FIND OUT W]HAT YOU REALLY THINK!! - OR DO YOU PREFER SITTING IN THE DARK W]ITH A FLASHLIGHT, FEARING THAT HORRIBLE M[OM[ENT, W]HEN YOUR BATTERIES BURN OUT? - HOM[E, THE PLACE YOU W]ERE BORN, THE PLACE PEOPLE COM[E TO CRY W]HEN YOU DIE..... - BECAUSE, W]HEN YOU DIE, YOU DIE, YOU DIE, IT ALL DIES..... - -