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Post by Kitten on Feb 23, 2005 18:10:22 GMT -5
i needed new air and lungs, i needed new pair of eyes.
come on you, let's swap galaxies and share saliva.
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Post by Kitten on Mar 27, 2005 22:05:58 GMT -5
silver on my whiskers, twitch and anticipate.
curl up in a ball and wait, on the doormat or the windowsill.
shiver in limbo I countdown idle minutes until you arrive too late.
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Post by littleskinny on Apr 16, 2005 15:24:26 GMT -5
I have known too many dead cowboys
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Post by misty on Jul 25, 2005 9:16:14 GMT -5
whispers in envelopes sealed with fate teasing grace causing tears to drool from corners of blind eyes seeing them welt up behind cataract pupils scathed and scratched on smooth surfaced stories gathering around a burntout fire
wiped dignity on flesh tainted by the misery of mystery and half hearted enthusiasm breeding from grief stricken moments that stalk each moment, malignant tales of torpid inanities extenuating into lengthy tedium's cold ashes fluttering into the wind.
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Post by littleskinny on Apr 29, 2007 9:50:27 GMT -5
Hey - Joe - did I say you could lick the bones of that long dead rhino? No. I didn't think so. Now get that mask back on, getdown there and get trawling. You got a week to find Atlantis.
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Post by lazzirus on Jul 13, 2007 12:47:56 GMT -5
MAY-DAY-MAY-DAY!- I"M- GOING DOWN!
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Post by Kitten on Jul 18, 2007 20:33:40 GMT -5
This was good times.
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Post by littleskinny on Aug 5, 2007 9:51:37 GMT -5
these were the days that stretched eternal in crumpled duvets spinach on toast and no life outside these four walls. When dial up was the only option and I was cabled in, connected to another life with no distraction. when I knew how to plug and play, before it all got too complicated to route and exchange and serve and which screen, whose PC, and where did I put those photos? Before messenging became a way to transmit killer inter-bees.
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Post by littleskinny on Aug 20, 2007 7:27:29 GMT -5
I don't know who he was. A friend of my mothers I presume. He sat on the wooden bench and told me if I stood sideways and stuck out my tongue I'd look like a zip
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Post by littleskinny on Aug 20, 2007 7:31:12 GMT -5
I should be able to recall significant events from the period when Hotel California was rediscovered in our household, but I cant . Not in the same way I recall Chesney Hawkes in the car, or Roxette, also in cars but on board a boat. I was babysitting a cousin. That was one of those days the dog fell in and had to be fished out by its collar with a boathook.
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Post by littleskinny on Aug 20, 2007 7:37:23 GMT -5
I had so forgotten how awesome this board was..and had to resurrect this In my inbox today Was offered an on-line MA In life skills, This confuzzled me. I thought that the only accreditation we recieve for a life lived Is a death certificate. Q
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Post by lazzirus on Sept 17, 2007 18:35:36 GMT -5
09-05-07
I wonder, if beaurocrates used cocaine, would they be more proficiant?
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Post by ValkyrieGoddess on Sept 20, 2007 12:27:15 GMT -5
Save a tree, eat a beaver.
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Post by ValkyrieGoddess on Sept 20, 2007 20:08:46 GMT -5
He has the metabolism of a spider monkey on crack.
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Post by lazzirus on Oct 8, 2007 10:29:46 GMT -5
distance... time... experiance catalogued... a fibulating heart, stammering through interior monologue...
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