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Post by littleskinny on Jul 8, 2004 14:57:34 GMT -5
it's really sexy, actually...!
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Post by LORDMORNINGSTAR on Jul 8, 2004 15:00:00 GMT -5
gracias... bater up!
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Post by Kitten on Jul 8, 2004 15:03:11 GMT -5
So how does this work? Does the next person say a new word or what or do we keep writing about papercuts?
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Post by littleskinny on Jul 8, 2004 15:03:42 GMT -5
eh? (btw this was aimed at Lord)
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Post by LORDMORNINGSTAR on Jul 8, 2004 15:05:33 GMT -5
(in answer to skinny "gracias=thank you" my mexican side jumping out)
well idunno its "purest's" thread should we wait, if you haven't droped a verse, let it drop.
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Post by littleskinny on Jul 8, 2004 15:08:55 GMT -5
yeah, purest is thread master, but you can do the existing words...
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Post by LORDMORNINGSTAR on Jul 8, 2004 15:31:47 GMT -5
I.E. "if you haven't droped a verse let it drop."
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Post by littleskinny on Jul 8, 2004 15:46:38 GMT -5
sorry Skinny really not with it tonight!
I like this thread. More people should join in.
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Post by LORDMORNINGSTAR on Jul 8, 2004 15:48:21 GMT -5
aye, agreed
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Post by xpurestxfeelingx on Jul 8, 2004 16:51:24 GMT -5
hee, I like the sound of 'thread master'. ;D I will give you the words, and when I see that others will probably not join in, I will go ahead with the next word. k? LMS, I love your poem! like littleskinny said, really descriptive and sexy sounding
next word:
BLEACHED
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Post by Kitten on Jul 8, 2004 17:33:55 GMT -5
Aight, I've tried this but tis really short... Sprinkle the peroxide, Onto the braided whiskers, Chestnut bleached into sunflower. Dull bristles still poke out, Reminding of perished blossoms.
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Post by Kitten on Jul 8, 2004 17:36:11 GMT -5
This princess enveloped in duckdown on a tower of mattresses sleeps calm. The pea no intrusive irritant with cold steel comfort under her pillow. Ooooo the princess and the pea, one of my favorites.
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Post by xpurestxfeelingx on Jul 8, 2004 17:36:18 GMT -5
I love how "perished blossoms" sounds.
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Post by LORDMORNINGSTAR on Jul 9, 2004 11:52:55 GMT -5
crisp timber to the morning air the buzards, already circling... A tattered flag waving in the soft breeze, planted in skeleton, the sun beating down upon bleached bones...
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Post by Kitten on Jul 9, 2004 11:56:04 GMT -5
And that was 30 seconds? *raises eyebrow*
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