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Post by LORDMORNINGSTAR on Sept 21, 2004 16:03:42 GMT -5
ha! lol good shit
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Post by Kitten on Sept 21, 2004 16:06:43 GMT -5
Please. You're not a radioactive squirrel.
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Post by LORDMORNINGSTAR on Sept 22, 2004 14:23:13 GMT -5
mind bason bone dry, no clue as to why... valleys of turqouise & emerald, shimmer in the soft morning haze ... the phrase resounds... I've seen better days.
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Post by littleskinny on Sept 22, 2004 14:34:40 GMT -5
I was asleep, but walking. Morning face and hair and odour. And I kicked the garbage. Hard. In the gut. It sprawled obese in the hallway. I was decisive and gathered it up...I am garbage mother....outside. Soggy socks in day old puddles...
The wheely-bin squealed as I opened it's gaping maw and fed it my baby. Sounded like a truck ran over a pig.
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Post by littleskinny on Sept 22, 2004 15:14:09 GMT -5
Then came the announcement....a goblin and a dark knight have arrived! Well blow me if that wasn't the best news!
Ten minutes later.....
a goblin is unhappy because he is hungry.....
the Treasury was empty cos of all those damn half built wooden doors and spells n shit, and next thing you know the goblin and his buddy were outta there.....
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Post by LORDMORNINGSTAR on Sept 23, 2004 14:22:14 GMT -5
Death squad complete with 1901 gas masks, faceless like warrior ants, 1 common purpose. Perfect without question, and the politicians pen writes them into motion
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Post by littleskinny on Sept 26, 2004 5:39:14 GMT -5
Is anyone else reading these...they are quite genius, even though I do say so myself.....
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Post by littleskinny on Sept 26, 2004 5:40:35 GMT -5
I came at nine.
I saw at ten.
I was Conkers Champion by half past.
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Post by LORDMORNINGSTAR on Sept 27, 2004 17:11:33 GMT -5
conker like "thee conker" thats got to be one of the greatest "vrtually unknown or unsung" games of all time, X-box is in the middle of releasing part 2 attack of the teddy's. And your right this is great shit we got going, if you read it as a collection, they seem to convey some awsome enigmatic message...
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Post by LORDMORNINGSTAR on Oct 7, 2004 18:34:51 GMT -5
incense brazier, billowing musty herbs... the scrotum of the leper hanging on by a thread, the rats race to surround, tonight will be this creatures last...
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Post by LORDMORNINGSTAR on Oct 13, 2004 14:11:16 GMT -5
Fell asleep in a graveyard in east L.A. awakened by the clamour of a celebration of some kind, the restlessness of forgotten souls, called me out of slumber, nothing unusual about the scene upon which I gazed, though the cacaphony only increased... I rose and looked all around, still... nothing! I closed my eyes, now surrounded by the dancing dead, their smiles & songs, inviting me along, and I followed...
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Post by littleskinny on Oct 16, 2004 7:40:48 GMT -5
I'd never seen the man before, but he was a spectre of a past life, a lost love, an old war, they told me, under their green clouds.
He remained unfamiliar, but my confidence in my perception was shaken, that night in the hills.
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Post by littleskinny on Oct 30, 2004 14:08:07 GMT -5
The princess grows her hair down her back, because he once whispered that one day he'd be there, at the intercom. Then she'd let down her new hair and let him in.
She worries now that he'll not recognise the tower in this gloom, or,
that she'll not recognise the man in the myth.
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Post by LORDMORNINGSTAR on Nov 10, 2004 12:07:22 GMT -5
Nervous shaking hands, outstreched... The ferocious current, all there is left... and this flimsy grasp all there is to save me from collapse...
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Post by Yossarian on Nov 10, 2004 15:18:08 GMT -5
milk jugs filled with gasoline (i've had this in my head for about a week now )
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