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it wasn't a freckle, it was a fucking tumor |
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to my humour. Giggling each time I poked it |
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in it's soft tissue. I wondered what I had become, was this |
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the end?!?! I had only begun spinning! |
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A web of true design and colour, similar to a spider's though mine was sparking and arcing clouds of rainbow plastic. |
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it was physics undone. The laws of the universe bits of glass in my kaleidoscope. |
graphitegirl |
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When upon looking deeper little people could be seen preparing a |
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feast for the magistrates and executioners on break from the gallows |
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was the Aussie streaker. |
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His clothes were burned in the last book ban. It was accidental |
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something that was bound to happen. The twisted |
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wired hairpiece did little to disquise the bolts |
graphitegirl |
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of the mid-aged Pikachu |
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who blew pink raspberries from a mouth of sweet cream |
graphitegirl |
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showering the audience, whom grabbed their jumpers and ran |
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like an egg swindling mongoose darting through the rough... |
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patches all layered about a strange carpet designed by Escher... |
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rather morbid, unrealistic, and tastefully sane - or perhaps just another grape juice stain? |
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No one could be sure... so they began to tred carefully. . . about all the mudered letters! |
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collapsing with a fleeting siezure-filled last effort to survive into a piles of disconnection |
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racing to fill the half empty or half full motorized penguin |
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trucido! trucido! pennipotenti!!! |
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wakadoooO!!! wakadooooooO!! scratch. . ..! zooOOOOommmm! |
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nipple twisting into blast-off! |
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angry peasant of arctic fowls, dissolve -as a glacier- in the sun of my hatred, |
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wkakakakakarrrr sLiding aLong the ice with a motor powered device ...... wkawakadoo! |
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drill now! holes! fish, now, chump. |
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grabs fleeing Hueman by the ankle and now the chomping begins, calling for more to join, 'Wakkkadoo! whirring ... biting! |
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would proxima centauri, so, taint pisces, for a mere taste of the cold? |
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Stop the double team! I feel like the tug-of-war rope between heaven and hell - grasping, pulling, smiting.. |
ColourMyWorld |
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time reversed "Aiiiieeeeddddrrrrrriaaaaaannnnnn........." *Movie Placement. |
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HOw Do yOU dooooooO eeeeeeeeT - start da juicer? |
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Dr. Farthing owed bookies a large sum of money after Mr. T lost the match |
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so they devised a cunning plan to sell karma. |
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as the stocks fell, Mortimer cried,"SELL! SELL! SELL!" |
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upon hearing such yelling the room fell silent, took flight and deposited a large sum |
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of magnets. magnets, magnets, maggots..wrapped around each nail of finger - |
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the lobby was locked, forcing the patrons to use the ATM in the foyer - where mayhem began unfolding |
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as the universe began to spark and twitch |
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my galaxy developed an awful itch; as i reached to rectify this phenomenon, uranus got in the way... |
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ahhh uranus..you always were my favourite friend 'ol planet-cheerio! |
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and to think; the elipsing binary system of raisin bran in my bowl obstructs your applejack-supernova! |
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...Pour the milk -my love- pour the milk and lick it clean. |
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or suck it clean... into the vaccuum between particles adrift -slowly to the eye; light speed to the heart |
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ache of 10000000000 voices inked upon varied |
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cosmic echoes vibrating weakly through the sparse vastness before me; my mind |
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tries to read, to understand as neurons glitter faster than chrome upon death's bike fire decals screaming |
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burnt rubber mars the soul with intensity of a plasma erruption; the paint was already chipped and faded |
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this sucker was going no where on a high way to hell... Route 666 ring my bell |
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DING!! DONG!! ...the witch still isn't dead... |
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so they said ... did they go back to the door for one more...? |
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a one-time peaceful co-existence between the polar leeches and i birthed an understanding- the witch lives |
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Inside the middle ear of some keyboard users. Noted fabrications can be seen from the way .... |
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were a flame to blame, the strokes would have been made with care- not just hammered into the console |
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or hurled out the window! it's raining type writers ... I sea |
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save the dolphins! save the whales! save a cow ...eat a chicken! |
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They yelled as Premium Low Carb adhesives plummented to |
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i ask magic 8-ball, "was some type of glue factory explosion?" the words: "my sources point to no" appear |
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to vanish into a strange whirlwind of ether where Ducks are Moose |
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or if you carry the 2 and take the square root- it becomes: mouse X goose = meece |
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Ah! so the Quantum Physics teacher spiraling upon pealing decals was right all along or |
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the janitor had it figured out 10 min. into the movie and kept silent in hopes of self enlightenment... |
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thooooooo thaaa.a.a..aaaaaaaaahhaaaaaaaaaaaaa tttteahaaaaaannnnnn mmminnnaaahhhhhhaaaatisssss ssssaatraaatttaatchaad |
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my eyes have broken, or perhaps i have brain legions - but i'm sure i just saw an elephant fly... |
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...ing through my retina and it wasn't upside down - pray tell! a paper cutting of such glory, I stampeded |
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but i did not want to add my entry here... i wanted it over there by the corn muffins and drain cleaner |
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where i could easily hide if it wasn't for opening hours and the damned cold, i grabbed the |
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...reigns and mushed forward, nothing could stop me except for that elephant's long, enormous... |
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song of love which it had begun to trumpet, in a kind of unknowen Jazzy style |
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through forceful telekinetc neurotransmissions, this posiedon of pachederms understood... |
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here was a being, a Human Being whom is a force to be |
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sssshushed.. by the tiny zipper that resides at corners of Mouth |
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at least this option was less painful than the stitches detailed in choice "B"... |
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that had intended to act as ropes that would bind both sides of the wound |
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to the tree with the rabbits in it, they would see it got |
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squat. the food from the branches was dead. |
ColourMyWorld |
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People tree, people tree, let me eat your limbs! |
John |
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They bow and buckle under the weight of your consciences, evil grins. |
graphitegirl |
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Apathy says screw it. |
John |
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brutality says join it. |
graphitegirl |
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I come in peace to reap your souls. |
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a slight of hand trick. He showed her the aces hidden |
graphitegirl |
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beneath the skin-coat. |
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All the nerve endings came to a screeching halt and the numbness was blinding. |
graphitegirl |
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yet being eyeless was a treasure of unprejudiced glory, |
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sockets dissolved from untold, unhold, and 'unholey' stories. |
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yet, in a way, there was a sacred aura, if you will, about the alpha male |
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horny snail, beta-better females pour the salt that licks their wounds. |
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i am not, but a snail! rather; an anti-ice-vulture activist! |
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(says the snail) |
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the "snail" curled into it's shell - an outcast as society deemed him... |
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able to seek comfort in Home, that of which I do not. Instead, I run to you |
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with arms open across the poppy field wanting |
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to distill the flowers into future dreams |
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the renaissance moon waits for a cup of oolong tea |
graphitegirl |
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where be, its fortune buried beneath the leaves |
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happy spiders, ants and worms, deeper still was |
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open to suggestion. Those suggestive invertibrates |
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denied access to the lines of longitude..uncoordinated |
graphitegirl |
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..doot..doot...doot...wii-would-like-to-play-p-playyyyyy-- |
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war. Plastic green men empty make-believe hatred into the playground |
graphitegirl |
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tiLL YounG aduLts with matches melt them into puddLes. They begin to notice a cracking across the skY like lightening and |
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it opened like a chrome hinge, the praying bees in the vestibule. |
graphitegirl |
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Sick 'em, tits of honey |
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"Spac TaC U laR...PreTTy BiRD" the cage door was left open |
graphitegirl |
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...as was the cat's |
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equilibrium. Off kilter and Helter skelter... |
graphitegirl |
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equilibrium. Off kilter and Helter skelter... |
graphitegirl |
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figure skating gnomes in the smoothly buttered palm of my hand |
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danced the cutter song to the hums of your pulsing veins, gliding away from the down tide red. |
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where flesh-eating parasites loom in search of a host adrift |
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curiousity, killed..the karma cat |
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...I had never trusted curiousity Inn The The First Place, so |
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with a wandering mind in hand, i wondered how to touch your mind |
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with Goldie Lochs cLaws and Puppy Dog TaLes |
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her third eye screamed like a killer whale |
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her umbilical cord..rolled like the hand of Satan, unfolded like the cigarette of chrysalides. |
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Whom walked with the feet of 1000 heavy boots. |
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with 1000 pounds of guilt and 1000 empty roots |
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in the sack. It weighed them down but this was what they came for |
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the tree chopped proud, was now a stump; empty, wandering, and in search of pig head. |
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Alas, an Australian musician whom calls himself Nick Cave and already stolen it in his early years. |
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THEIF!! THEIF!!! bring back the booty you've plundered! |
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yelled a man in a Red Jumper. |
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- his apparatus of choice |
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was the fire hydrant to the left - to the right - to the south! |
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had i known, this seeing-eye dog would have been useless- |
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sure was clueless, |
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before they pumped her full of High Grade Soft Drink. (it was her favorite type)* - and the sugar spree was ON! |
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The mittens didn't fit her calloused hands |
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so she stretched some light violet latex ones over hands instead before, |
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the wave of 'waah' was triggered, now palming the grotesque face of the other |
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till the soy sausage was consumed they |
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munched on opposite ends. not as lovers, but like monkies on the see-saw |
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who could see more with each swing and the higher they... |
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plopped like dropping barbells |
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recovered enough strength for a waltz in the tundra |
graphitegirl |
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from the baron lands, to the baron womb- |
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to the baron on the moon, flying about in his plane |
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a waste of space to most, but spacing his waste to himeself- |
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was a motto heard from The Long Ago Times, before the invention of The Space Bar. |
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Under the weeping tree, widow weeping stabbed |
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the unconscious murderer 149 times till she coulds stab no more. The Weeping Tree was very upset as one would imagine, it ... |
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started dropping sex like candy on a festive day |
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or like prostitutes in the face of a benjamin |
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they can't breathe, coils of black rope pulled through their nostrils |
graphitegirl |
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bales of white cotton stuck in their ears |
John |
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exploding out of orafices; from their nostrils to their... recently re-opened navals? |
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Oranges, plump and seeded pimpin' four inch stilletoos..rare |
graphitegirl |
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just as all the naked oysters sneered when the clam shat a pearl. |
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on a dare, bathed in toe soup.. sweet dreams for the mother-trend-fucker |
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and sour nightmarish realities dealt to the fuck that trend-set my mother! |
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i knelt before he, he knelt before she; paying boot to the queen.. lifeless orgy |
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all known deities would have been humbled in the grace of her billiant aura |
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yet, it was she cupping heads of the reigned like a cloud |
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she peeled back her loose unrefined leather bondage revealing her true self: a serpent below the rainbow |
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had her cursed forked tongue, stretch in the fashion of his horns. |
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So...... That was why he was so 'Horny' and does clear up the excitement he portrayed at the "Learning To Talk German" party. |
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Möpse! Möpse! Möpse! Beule... Krumbaschniedschie... kübeln |
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Was what they said, but sadly I had know idea as to what they wanted, Was it good...? Was it bad...? "Time" May TeLL. |
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Boobs boobs boobs! Penis! Flat like a pancake. Vomit. |
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i could not remember if it was a porno or a parade |
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that shook the hetero out of me |
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had to come out of the closet I was getting claustrophobic! |
graphitegirl |
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I knew this, which is why I stuck you in there! muahahahahahahahahaaa............ |
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The very essence of the relationship is tested when Walt convinced him to stay in there. |
John |
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Prudence being his best attire, as a gentleman he was forthright. |
graphitegirl |
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I thought he was a little rough around the edges, maybe one of those Poet types. |
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until closer observation revealed nothing more than a simple toad |
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picking it up and licking it |
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flaky scabs from flicking fingertips |
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stuck to the underside of |
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my tongue. the words just wouldn't roll out from under |
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the log the fox jumped over |
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was zombie |
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he kinda' went by his first name, Rob to his close friends. See... he had turned up to film a |
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birth; of water to steam from his hot..tweeting..kettle........... |
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that snaps at suspect fingers |
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like a groovy tune hopping from pinky to thumb, to sucka-sucka mouth |
ColourMyWorld |
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sung the Jazz coated beetLe |
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in his caps-locks CASTLE! |
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Of famE anD fOrTune wheRe iT raiNs gLitteR anD |
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jizz in cream puffs explode in your mouth, and you're tasting the rainbow like star explosions |
ColourMyWorld |
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causinG someone to pan'eeek and pLace a vibrating fuLLstOP "." - amongst such twiSted |
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tricks. treat the feet |
ColourMyWorld |
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to some hot licking |
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im thinking - |
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of running naked around the house five times then |
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doing a little house cleaning, some laundry |
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and casting a few spells with my magical |
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wand of moods.. |
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swings and water features to |
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drown bedroom cries |
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for i am the goat king!! |
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agnst to the waves washing over its |
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knotted fur and diseased taunton river eyes |
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that seethed hatered and screamed madness of pennies |
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PENNIES!! ABE! THE QUEEN!! AHHHHHHYYYYYEEEEEEEEE AH! |
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to the toonie and loonie |
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taking the radio waves off those nasty boys, The Sex Pistols. One could hear |
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the cultural mosaic turn to melting pot and |
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E M I ????? i am an anti-christ-ah!! and i am an anarchist-ah... |
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turning it into |
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you put the 'bang-bang' into my 'boom'?? |
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ya baby, all night long!!! on and on and on............ |
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and you put the Goth chick on my brOOm. |
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i am the lizard king, i can do anything!!!! |
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but my toes, with your double-headed tongue |
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things could have been worse, at least this time the president was wearing pants |
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we weren't sure what was to be done... |
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at least it wasn't all 6's and 7's yet |
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not with the alphabet |
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ala fa be ta?? alpha beta? |
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with the sign, a sign of the times |
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from the pale and down trodden |
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angles, thinking: why corners? why isolate what could be a single curve |
ColourMyWorld |
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which brings me to my next topic... why the earth ISN'T flat... |
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roads of The Australian outback |
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confusing, but not irony |
ColourMyWorld |
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ironing, but not fusion |
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ColourMyWorld do you have the Power to call it....? or Do you have other plans.....? I await a climax to this story. |
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10 01101011 0011 01 111010 11 1110101000111010 sorry the computer wanted a turn... |
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i don't know, induce, but im feeling a little light-headed.. |
ColourMyWorld |
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and what an unfortunate thing to happen on dozen egg night... |
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please.....someone help me.........light is head of mine aLso.........i'll check back in later, whiLe The Tide is stiLL up, take care. |
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great..fucking..up..the..story.......! |
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ohhhhh...............was what she yelled to the pulsating stars, they understood that |
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i'd never eat a pig, 'cuz a pig is a cop |
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bitten by the dog, underneath the little bridge |
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not the big bridge, i hope rabies wasn't |
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but instead; i hope for mad-cow disease |
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wringing out the soft sponge hoping for any signs of life |
graphitegirl |
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when it burst a sponge-a-gram* and projected images of |
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boooooooobs, glorious BOOOOOOBS! |
ColourMyWorld |
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what... whats that you say... whos a boob? |
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the moon, damnit! the - moooooon (staring, ..just, staring........) |
ColourMyWorld |
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(At her Majesty) |
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I pLaced mY BOOM BOX on the fLooR anD pLayeD heR a SeX PiStoLs tracK. Upon... |
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