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Post by Reaper696 on Feb 11, 2004 15:52:18 GMT -5
You turn me on then finger me Until you've found your inner glee You push my buttons 'til you're sore And still find ways to give me more Foreign objects in me you slide Packed with paths you want archived Charged from outside and within With intents saintly or with sin...
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Post by Lina Inverse on Feb 12, 2004 23:24:00 GMT -5
........Are you talking about a computer? Fingering it and pushing buttons=typing, inserting foreign objects=putting CDs in, and the paths and the charged things speak for themselves
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SirAcorn
Dark Initiate
Your poetry does not belong to you, you belong to your poetry. ~Me
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Post by SirAcorn on Feb 13, 2004 13:57:37 GMT -5
possibly a computer, maybe an xbox, could be a ps2, some kind of gaming system?
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Post by Reaper696 on Feb 15, 2004 17:38:07 GMT -5
You are both correct. I'm making this too easy,hmmm...
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Post by lostandalone on Feb 15, 2004 21:23:37 GMT -5
::eyes wide:: i have to get my mind out of the gutter
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Post by Reaper696 on Feb 23, 2004 16:15:29 GMT -5
Sometimes you have to stay in the gutter to figure it out, just keep a map handy...
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