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PandaX52
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that....sickening....gut.....worthlessness feeling?
it's worse when you are the passenger....
If anyone feels this message is "mucking" up the artistic integrity of this "ever-so-beloved" forum with random thought hedonism...just go right ahead and slam this post with some clever....things...
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A.Buttle
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| Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2001 2:59 pm |
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Isn't this the place to post bullshit?
I've got something.
Little red puppies run away a long the
Dark dark night of kittens
Skinned in my backyard for Pleasure
And coats for women to wear
To the Oscars so I can win
Win Win Win Win Win
The tiny, heavy paper-weight.
Poetry, baby.
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I fear the end is near for fish with no hip burrito.
Joe Dillingham
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MrPumpernickel
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| Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2001 4:23 pm |
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/me is putting on top-hat and a monocle
The flies are marching on my porch
It's spring
The carcases lies scattered on the football field
It's spring
I listen to Twilight Time on the grammophone
It's spring
A lonely kid runs across the street, shots are heard, kid falls down, a thud follows
The smell of gunpowder-smoke saturates the air
It's spring...
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A.Buttle
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| Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2001 7:06 pm |
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Bah, meaningful poetry.
Dance for the sanctity of the night sky
Where slugs and crimson boobies
Flutter along with wind blown shear life
Life.
Life.
Live.
Live without carboard boxes full of
Styrofoam bubbles
Bubbles of styrofoam and gelatin and bubbles of styrofoam and gelatin
It's made from horses.
It's made from people.
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I fear the end is near for fish with no hip burrito.
Joe Dillingham
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Dthind
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| Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2001 7:08 pm |
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OK, only cause...
I walk towards the fire, that I feel
The rain falls
I praise the anguish, that brings me home
The wind blows
I fall into dispair, again and again
The heat rises
I call myself to the end, its over
The ice thickens
Whoa... that was deep...
RE: The subject
Shake it off, that feeling will pass.
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PandaX52
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| Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2001 8:49 pm |
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there once was a man from Nantucket...One day he decided to test his mortality and jump in front of cars...
the catch:
the cars were made of cherry GELATIN
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Jabberwocky
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| Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2001 9:29 pm |
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I know the feeling of being in a fender bender and a car accident that totaled my car... NOT MY FAULT.
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