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Post by colourlessthoughts on Dec 24, 2004 11:27:26 GMT -5
next word: demise
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Post by Yossarian on Dec 25, 2004 20:21:37 GMT -5
"Demise"
I fall to the ground Time slowly slips through my fingers All those promises Those lonely thoughts Fade into darkness And die.
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Post by Yossarian on Dec 25, 2004 20:22:46 GMT -5
Next word: Return
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Post by colourlessthoughts on Dec 27, 2004 13:59:04 GMT -5
left dead love behind set out to walk through ages only to have life revived in this cold heart it has returned
next word: Mystic
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queenie
Demon Disciple
Timor mortis conturbat me.
Posts: 539
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Post by queenie on Dec 28, 2004 6:26:05 GMT -5
Medieval chicca God's very own Mad woman
Refused the lofty Position of anchoress Patriarchy couldn't contain you
Heritic they scream as You claim authority From a higher power
Christ's midwife Lover of the Triple god head
Misty Visions Salty tears
Q
Next word "Elbow"
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Post by carpenoctern on Jan 9, 2005 17:01:45 GMT -5
Elbow? What kind of word is that I elbow my way out of the crowd who laugh at me for no reason. I hide. I cry. I think of ending it all. The blood drips. my wrists are a road map on the highway of pain. each scar tells a story of defeat and failure. I am f*cking tired of being elbowed around. I'll get this right if it's the death of me. Next Word: Incomplete
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Post by LORDMORNINGSTAR on Jan 10, 2005 12:38:45 GMT -5
* I wonder if you've taken the 30 sec. rule into consideration CARPE?*
severed finger amputee right eye given for the gift of knowledge thrown to the pool... sacrifice out of love and still there is emptiness...
*next: phantasam*
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Post by Seventy Times Seven on Feb 10, 2005 19:09:54 GMT -5
Interesting LMS, i would have done something emotional, but you worked with physical incompleteness(?) i dont know what phantasam is
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Post by LORDMORNINGSTAR on Feb 10, 2005 19:16:50 GMT -5
*A phantasm is a phantom a fleeting apparition, plato said it was "objective reality as percieved & disstorted by the 5 senses.*
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Post by colourlessthoughts on Feb 10, 2005 19:27:56 GMT -5
glory be I decieved by odors flaunting reincarnation flowers grown from dirty ground leak a scent of her playing her sad note sound on our once upon a time keyless piano childish dream that all things fit in a cycle this mental trickery is my phantasm's delight
next word: shuffle
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Post by Aish on Feb 11, 2005 20:47:12 GMT -5
waxy emblams, hurt my hands new stiff deck be damned! frail light, smoking night... just me, and prithy jackals.
next word: suffocate
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Post by Seventy Times Seven on Feb 11, 2005 21:24:51 GMT -5
he wakes up to the feeling no air or light no air, no time panic only kills him faster panic overwhelms him
next word: substance
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Post by littleskinny on Feb 13, 2005 18:57:40 GMT -5
Substance
No amount of arousal
dreamt open eyed absorbed from ceiling and fingertips can make this up.
No amount of instruments, of cellos and perspex toys, of wine
can make this fleeting pleasure more than a ghostly tampering.
More terrifying here awake and tense, in confusion
than dormant in anticipation of your form.
Next word: glide
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Post by LORDMORNINGSTAR on Feb 16, 2005 16:33:21 GMT -5
a slyph whispered fromout the ether... slip, stretched & fanning like a peacocks tail under threat... intangible current upon it sails a bat measured in wing flaps a razor through the wind ...slash...
NEXT WORD*euphoria*
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Post by Aish on Mar 3, 2005 23:27:37 GMT -5
hhhhhhhhh... euphoria... euphoricphantasmagoria... gory and beckoning... beckoning, the crown, the chaff, the bound... down and low, we sigh and turn, and writhe... chants we, enchanted... licking... bathed and full this night, this day... ever served and cast down.
next:
corpulent
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