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Oh Flan! If only I could rub you on my nipples! |
John |
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Sculpted dunes shifted with demanding winds |
hotstuff |
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I cupped my hand over my plate to protect my pancakes from the sand. |
3ringcrashpad |
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Chilling to the bone, vast emptiness engulfs my vision |
hotstuff |
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Oh, why did I pour the melting ice cream over my face! |
John |
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Butter lotion to moisturize my thighs, |
3ringcrashpad |
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The eyes of ancient souls must have blurred with reverie and awe towards its grandeur |
hotstuff |
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Sweet mound of Cool Whip thirteen feet high, |
3ringcrashpad |
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stood no chance under the stinging |
jonathanchin |
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of bees that had been angered from the theft of their honey |
scetter |
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Oh Poo Bear, when will you ever learn? |
John |
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Strawberry bubble gum lip gloss for dessert, |
3ringcrashpad |
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caramel honey eyes as maraschino |
jonathanchin |
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wild white wavy hair as Fluff |
John |
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fell out of my jelly belly button |
3ringcrashpad |
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but we didn't need food, we needed water |
John |
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We needed that special hydraulics power |
jonathanchin |
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but we left it all at the monster truck rally |
John |
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there was no shelter from the bullying winds or piercing sun |
hotstuff |
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so he roughed it out like a |
jonathanchin |
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Rhode Island mounty mounting a mole hill of Midwesterners. |
John |
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sand soldier hot and all alone in the glare of the afternoon sun. |
scetter |
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Ishtar! Ishtar! The troops began to chant! |
John |
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The magic of their words undid the ancient spell holding |
jonathanchin |
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flowers that bloomed where there was only silence, singing for rain |
Rax |
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happily hoping that it won't bring a flood so to remove their roots. |
scetter |
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Indeed, the tiramisu trees wanted to stay |
jonathanchin |
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and tell the story of sand where hunger struck, stones turned into bread |
Rax |
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And on the pedestal these words appear: "My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye mighty, and |
jonathanchin |
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showing the greatness of my seed |
John |
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sand in my blancmange |
lordfuznut |
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sand in my canteen and scorpion in my pocket |
scetter |
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My eyes feel sunken in their sockets |
hotstuff |
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my heart is dehydrated beef jerky. |
3ringcrashpad |
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sometimes I let my dog of a boyfriend eat at it. |
jonathanchin |
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I'm at a loss of words, there is no way to describe |
scetter |
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eating ice cream when you have no tongue. |
3ringcrashpad |
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fish flails on wet sand, stuck in my blancmange, can't get the words or rhyme right, need a carte blanche |
lordfuznut |
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After he spoke, I knew, the ice cream man obviously had issues. |
3ringcrashpad |
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He looked at little boys and girls with a very slanted face. |
scetter |
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Kids make him nervous like people thought he was doing something wrong. |
John |
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Like the time someone's dad found him eating a McDonald |
3ringcrashpad |
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out of that dirty dumpster just outside Las Vegas behind a bakery. |
scetter |
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mixing icing sugar in and freshening with lemon, refridgerating, cooling & eating: mmm that biting feeling |
lordfuznut |
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sand crunhing between your teeth |
John |
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God I hate Sweet 'N Low |
jonathanchin |
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gimme that wafferrr thin mint |
lordfuznut |
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I only have peanut butter left, sorry |
scetter |
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strawberry ICE creaM: may contain mice |
lordfuznut |
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I bit one's head off and thought it was a Butterfinger |
3ringcrashpad |
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Washing it down with cactus blood all I can do is think of what Ozzy told me |
scetter |
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I couldn't hear him above the screech of bats |
jonathanchin |
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mash it up! mr potato head in da place |
lordfuznut |
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and then Mr. Kool-Aid |
jonathanchin |
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rebelled and added four cups of sugar instead of two. |
3ringcrashpad |
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Disasters are created with much less |
hotstuff |
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care than death by chocolate |
lordfuznut |
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and drowned in fruit cocktail. |
scetter |
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They say the red dye for cherries can give you |
jonathanchin |
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You stick in my mind with your honey dripped words. |
3ringcrashpad |
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An oasis amidst the burning fires of solitude |
hotstuff |
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there, alone, I sit and play my |
jonathanchin |
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peter in the dark waiting for |
scetter |
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a bucket of scallions |
jonathanchin |
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ate my pie. |
3ringcrashpad |
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gobbled it so fast I got a cherry stuck up each nostril and near choked to death |
lordfuznut |
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Stuck a vacuum to my face and gave it a piece of my mind. |
3ringcrashpad |
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and then things really got weird. |
jonathanchin |
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It was as if it would never end. |
John |
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sometimes when I look into your eyes I swear I can see your swiss roll |
lordfuznut |
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and, baby, I'm not lying when I say your eyes are delicious |
jonathanchin |
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Mmmmmm, like catabury cream eggs |
scetter |
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Mmmmmm, like a sucker that will never end |
John |
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I've milked this cactus dry |
hotstuff |
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all I've got to show is a mouthful of needles |
jonathanchin |
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and a mangled cactus. |
3ringcrashpad |
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But I have no mouth and I must scream |
jonathanchin |
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So slap you hard to make you do it for me. |
3ringcrashpad |
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bingo bongo bango devastated coconut does the fandango |
lordfuznut |
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crack goes its shell |
John |
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swiping at me with its claws for crabby retribution |
jonathanchin |
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I wondered if the poem would ever end. |
3ringcrashpad |
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Death by Chocolate Metaphor |
jonathanchin |
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Candy is me. |
3ringcrashpad |
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I am a hardened shell of the person I used to be |
hotstuff |
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So I crack open my reality to eat the cream inside. |
3ringcrashpad |
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Dabbing my lips with a blanket of truth |
scetter |
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Wiping my eyes with a shawl of deception |
John |
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