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02-10-2012, 02:46 PM | #11 (permalink) |
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^Thanks. I read your stuff, it's exceptional. Keep it up.
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02-10-2012, 03:03 PM | #12 (permalink) |
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A Transparent Pretence
tender gallant noble defendent accused of crimes so heinous without rhyme or reason avoid bitter treason and show us the depth of your anus Last edited by Mr November; 08-22-2014 at 02:49 AM. |
02-14-2012, 08:21 PM | #13 (permalink) |
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The Undertaker
custodian of the garden of the dead he plants his seed only after it has born whatever fruit it had to bare each deposit marked with a label written in stone whom harvests this crop remains unknown Last edited by Mr November; 08-22-2014 at 03:08 AM. |
02-24-2012, 03:23 AM | #14 (permalink) |
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The Trauma Mirror
that bright unnatural light shining in the night it’s in my eyes i start to cry my life flashes and then i die and then i die my life flashes i start to cry it’s in my eyes shining in the night that bright unnatural light Last edited by Mr November; 08-22-2014 at 02:53 AM. |
02-24-2012, 07:50 PM | #15 (permalink) |
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The Church of Longpigs
vagrant dissident, milk and butter baptism legions of gaping lesions that make a haphazard mechanism if you can’t stomach it then don’t drink from its cup it bubbles in your stomach until you spittle it back up Last edited by Mr November; 08-22-2014 at 02:56 AM. |
08-22-2014, 03:26 AM | #20 (permalink) |
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The Great Ape
my head is a storm, my hair is spun from flame, my eyes are two dark oceans, and my heart, an ocean the same. my body feels so alien, my voice is an impostor, the present is a walk in the steps of the past, my missing father. yet, my future is the bastard son, or perhaps the unloved daughter, that in any case, when the times comes, my present-self must foster. |
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