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Spitting seeds through curtains.
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Baby on HeatI don't want to go In a microwave. I don't want to go On the hotplate. I don't want to go Melted cheese face. I don't want to go In raw meat cage.Baby on Heat
Baby on heat! Baby on heat!
I don't want to go In the tandoor. I don't want to go In the fridge door. I don't want to go On the spit roast. I don't want to go Through car window.
Baby on heat! Baby on heat!
I do
by ~Hammertime
The Journeys EndThe sun shines brightly on those in luck. Chris was one of those in luck. Today is a beautiful day for stomping on things, he thought. He was to go to Sydney for some friends and spend the day just lounging about and laughing at people. People really are stupid, and today was his day off. He even woke up on time. Chris scooted off downstairs to welcome in a hearty meal of pancakes. A shower soon followed, and as all the necessities were covered a steady stream of Mötley Crüe flowed from the stereo. Nothing makes a day start off better than Mötley Crüe and pancakes, he decided. Finding the house keys on the lounThe Journeys End
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No One HomeEmpty house. No one around to share the days news The days views Or its consequences.No One Home
Corridors long left lonesome Reach for me Batting away cobwebs with Chrome knob fingers and Bevel edged wrists.
A widow's room Empty at last from A constant shuffle of Tramps Whores Impersonators and Thieves.
Dinner for one In evenings sepia tones, As cold air flies in on the Tiny wings of an intoned itch.
A last look through the rooms Before lights are snuffed And today turns swiftly To yesterd
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The Girl With Your NameWell, good morning sunshine. You're up early. Would you like something to eat? Or drink? The kettle's just past boil now. White and none, if you're headed that way.The Girl With Your Name
What did you say your name was again? Ah, yes. So familiar, like I know you already... I knew a girl with your name once. Years ago, it was. I knew her, until I killed her, and until she killed me in return. It's quite a story.
Years ago it was we knew each other. I saw her from afar when she arrived. She must've pitied me for what I am, or what I was. I asked her if she wanted to die, she answered without
by ~Hammertime
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Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
was reading convo logs the other day. did make me giggle. good times yeah
cant wait til youre in angleland
hee hee
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We are not evil.
We don’t harm or seduce.
We are not dangerous.
We are ordinary people like you.
An' ye harm none, do what ye will
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