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 Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2004 7:09 am
Mr.
I was wondering that day
What to do
And what to say
When Mr. Mr. Showed up in black
Singing a song about
This and
That
He was short and yet he was tall
His hair was long and he was bald
He could dance a jig for you
He was Mr. Mr.
He was in love with shoes
I didn't feel so strange no more
I had no fear
I knocked on the door
She opened the door
She was dressed like a be
She took out a pistol
And shot me...
Mr. Mr. the undertaker
The guyed that buried the liquidator
He was a cute girl hater
He shoved me half alive
In to the cremator
What a b*****d...
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Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2004 5:50 pm
The perfect place for me and my book of personal poems. ^^
Night Keeper
Shadows in the darkened sky
Among the hues of violet-white
What possessed the world to create
This so divine yet tortured race
An image of untainted perfection
Porcelain complexion of timeless features
Memories of all the ages disguised
Within the delicate facade you hold
Blood throughout time descends inside
The very heart you strive to keep
That remains sustained so long as you take
Another heart to keep it.
Passions bursting of sunset hues
Drenching the days you long to see
Is it the sunlight you miss so
Or the members of its life you long to greet?
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2005 1:40 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2005 5:42 pm
 Because I'm no good at photoshop, I'll have to explain how the ink outlines I drew somehow magically became this rather nice-looking picture. Those of you Bajans out there may or may not know or remember Gabe, but I sent this to him, and he did it up real purdy-like. So there. It's... like... an archer, dude.
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2005 7:40 pm
Geren Wilss Because I'm no good at photoshop, I'll have to explain how the ink outlines I drew somehow magically became this rather nice-looking picture. Those of you Bajans out there may or may not know or remember Gabe, but I sent this to him, and he did it up real purdy-like. So there. It's... like... an archer, dude. yeah theres some kinda secret to getting ink or pencils lines to come out that good, the pp that know how wont tell you, or they dont wanna take the time to explain it to your cuase it take a while apparantly. those bastards, no offense to the kewl ppl
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2005 2:59 pm
Gather 'round, Young'ns!
"Well pull up a chair and sit on the floor,
And I'll tell ya a tale that ain't no more,
'bout two dead men, in the middle of the night,
Two brothers who didn't know each other,
Got up to fight."
"They took their stands and charged, each brother,
Drew swords in hands and shot eachother,
A deaf policeman heard the noise,
And he hurried over to stop the boys,
But he was too late, the fight was done,
And nothin' was left of the brothers but none,
And you can be sure that the blind man see'd,
The double-trouble brothers' final deed."
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2005 12:30 pm
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