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Post by colourlessthoughts on Mar 17, 2005 15:18:51 GMT -5
I righteous Wish I do To sit as my thinned opposite Grow blackened nails longer Rip the flesh of dying children slaughter them bloody to gorge upon their fleshed soked in red delight I now sit round with a grin of sloth I wicked
next word: dolt
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Post by Aish on Mar 22, 2005 19:36:54 GMT -5
Dangling participles and wires that cross themselves, someone please unfold me, from the baking sun which has drowned my oniony kiss.
next word:
fetish
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Post by colourlessthoughts on Mar 22, 2005 22:26:57 GMT -5
Cataclismic vibrations sound this heart beat to flutter in insanity Dreaming the crash will end life and all will be set free Water wet delight that someone once named waves
next word: circulation
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Post by Aish on Mar 23, 2005 11:42:10 GMT -5
Pumping rivers slick with iron, coerce and engage - blood drenched and poised on the verge of somatic sophistication - elaborate entanglement , miles of veins and arterial highways - byways of bliss, if electrical impulses hold out.
Next word:isosceles
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Post by littleskinny on May 21, 2005 14:40:13 GMT -5
Isosceles
I’ve become an apex of late, soiled by my joint venture, this deceit of gorgeous lovers, so sincere in their affection, while I calmly evade their suspicious questions, love them deeply, one by one; ever true, but only faithful sometimes.
Nest word: navigate
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queenie
Demon Disciple
Timor mortis conturbat me.
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Post by queenie on May 31, 2005 11:08:58 GMT -5
I thought that by the age of thirty, I might find it easier To navigate my life. When tempests, toss me, turbulently.
The guiding lights Of Celestial bodies are no clearer In fact… I think their beams are dimming.
Next word: rambunctiousness
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Post by Aish on Jun 1, 2005 13:02:46 GMT -5
Roaring egos and plastic frills, beware! the ides of booty... Bouncy jaunts and elastic mouths take in seed, forget to spill. Merlot! Ancientwarm and smooth... nope! Black label elctricyouth and nonhumbled... crass empyrian subjects, bow to the little crown.
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Post by Aish on Jun 1, 2005 13:05:18 GMT -5
Ooops! next word: terrestrial
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Post by Unknown on Jul 7, 2005 7:26:34 GMT -5
my tongue cannot touch the words that rest in this but somehow i do like a bittersweet dream like blue a beautiful colour sea and sky but it remains truly and undeniably blue washing the feet of the endless with tears of the cliche greatest joy and sorrow altar to the terrestrial symbols of infinite. misty.. Next word; infinite
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Post by MirrorImage || egamIrorriM on Jul 8, 2005 10:45:30 GMT -5
soaring higher leaping infinities touch the spire beyond the imageries as i glide in this mental state i give myself caution its not to late next word: toothpaste
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Post by misty on Jul 25, 2005 8:30:03 GMT -5
she never puts the cap to the toothpaste on tightly she never turns the shower faucet back so it sprays his head when he goes to run a bath
these things make him smile when she’s not there
next word: bath
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Post by colourlessthoughts on Jul 28, 2005 12:02:25 GMT -5
bath water drawn from a spigget pertruding from your gut bleed on me
clean with your purity i splash about using your nose as a rubber ducky
next word: lose
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Post by Aish on Sept 26, 2005 15:01:14 GMT -5
is loss, ever really worth the fleeting gain?
Did our eyes adjust in the dark, only to watch the stars die and fall, like empires?
past. we reduce strong memories to blank stares and hung up calls.
baked... cooled....cut.
next word: pious
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Post by littleskinny on Oct 9, 2005 12:01:47 GMT -5
You're stubborn, stem. Stuck up, in golden isolation, in my lawn. Weed litter, you pray to the open space and obscure my view.
Next word - glockenspiel
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Post by shamefulsean on Oct 11, 2005 0:24:37 GMT -5
the notes they come so vividly from this song ive never seen one but i knew what it was once it was heard those who must be playing it have to be magik for ive never known these things that seep into me from the music tones of metal clang in my mind like that of my past, future
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