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Written by Administrator
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Thursday, 07 October 2010 20:04 |
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I have more than a glimpse of you.
But you didn't have me - I don't think so anyway.
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Written by Administrator
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Wednesday, 22 September 2010 06:55 |
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More death equals less than sex. Sex is the carbonation in public chat-room stalls
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Written by Administrator
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Thursday, 16 September 2010 23:37 |
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No more self esteem, it's all seeped away. dribbled out from my pores like sweat on a hot day.
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Written by Administrator
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Wednesday, 01 September 2010 15:46 |
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...How'dya fancy teaching 350 mild-mannered children how to urinate from their kneecaps whilst growing shardles of marbles from a big green, bushy-bearded monk called 'Fizer' with a silent 'P'?... all from inside a giant bubble of hallucinogenic liquid-brickabrack, fortified with a serious moat of Pepto-Bismol.
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Written by Administrator
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Friday, 27 August 2010 12:05 |
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Pools of thick, gooey, guilty blood swelling inside my head
Seeping through the soft, fleshy membrane of my eyes
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Written by Administrator
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Wednesday, 18 August 2010 10:56 |
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Thank god this bitchwhore day is dead. I'd stab it in the stinking
head with a rotten, rusted pitchfork if i could.
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Written by Administrator
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Thursday, 22 July 2010 02:52 |
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Minimise your ministrant militant minions to accommodate your minimum-wage minuend.
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Written by Administrator
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Tuesday, 25 May 2010 13:30 |
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A Burger with a King. A Turd, a whistle and sing. A Herd to
form a ring. Each slowly murdering my being like an unseen
multi-function black and decker laser beam.
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Written by Administrator
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Thursday, 20 May 2010 16:36 |
Moving, Speeding, Criss-Crossing borders,
Boundaries
Electrical Currents in a muddle
Up hill struggle
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Written by Administrator
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Thursday, 24 December 2009 03:16 |
fear
I'm scared of what I might do to ruin this.
You. Please help me
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Written by Administrator
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Saturday, 25 April 2009 11:30 |
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Lingering like the musty, pungent stench of a spent pair of host bodies breathing
together reminding
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Written by Administrator
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Wednesday, 24 December 2008 05:15 |
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They put voices on intercoms and microphones to enhance their exposure. They shout syllables, words and sentences through electronic currents, creating visual representations of the distorted slush that they speak.
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