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Write me a Poem to place on my Profile. nothing too stupid please.  | |
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a poem
its not stupid -the end "Nobody makes me bleed my own blood...NOBODY!"
johnart says: "I'm THE shit" | |
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AsianBomb777 said: nothing too stupid please.
That counts me out...  | |
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How does he flow? Asianbomb777 Where does he go? Asianbomb777 What does he know? PUDDING Enough said. No More Haters on the Internet. | |
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littlemissG said: Asianbomb777
How does he flow? Asianbomb777 Where does he go? Asianbomb777 What does he know? PUDDING Enough said.  | |
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littlemissG said: Asianbomb777
How does he flow? Asianbomb777 Where does he go? Asianbomb777 What does he know? PUDDING Enough said. done!  | |
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fantasyislander said: littlemissG said: Asianbomb777
How does he flow? Asianbomb777 Where does he go? Asianbomb777 What does he know? PUDDING Enough said. damned pudding. | |
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Handclapsfingasnapz said: fantasyislander said: damned pudding. I'm not even the pudding centric one! blame PurpleThunder and Milty!!!!! | |
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Finally the west wind blew,
Under a crescent moon, Chalk lines on the pavement, Kills the day too soon. Milling in the market square Endevours to behold, Heroes seeking worship, Enlightenment to be told. Sandy beaches beckon me, Back to arms so warm, Another night without you, Can't sleep clowns will eat me - I know this part doesn't rhyme Kill them all, kill them all, kill them all.  | |
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BananaCologne said: Finally the west wind blew,
Under a crescent moon, Chalk lines on the pavement, Kills the day too soon. Milling in the market square Endevours to behold, Heroes seeking worship, Enlightenment to be told. Sandy beaches beckon me, Back to arms so warm, Another night without you, Can't sleep clowns will eat me - I know this part doesn't rhyme Kill them all, kill them all, kill them all. I love it. I'm adding it now. | |
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AsianBomb777 said: BananaCologne said: Finally the west wind blew,
Under a crescent moon, Chalk lines on the pavement, Kills the day too soon. Milling in the market square Endevours to behold, Heroes seeking worship, Enlightenment to be told. Sandy beaches beckon me, Back to arms so warm, Another night without you, Can't sleep clowns will eat me - I know this part doesn't rhyme Kill them all, kill them all, kill them all.
I love it. I'm adding it now. but it's crap!!! 
PS: ....didn't you notice though?  | |
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BananaCologne said: AsianBomb777 said: I love it. I'm adding it now. but it's crap!!!
PS: ....didn't you notice though? 
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there once was an orger named dan
who was in great need of a tan he's metro, they say i think he's teh gh3y and is also in great need of a man. thank you. | |
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SammiJ said: there once was an orger named dan
who was in great need of a tan he's metro, they say i think he's teh gh3y and is also in great need of a man. thank you.
Adding that too. | |
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AsianBomb777 said: SammiJ said: there once was an orger named dan
who was in great need of a tan he's metro, they say i think he's teh gh3y and is also in great need of a man. thank you.
Adding that too. sweet!  | |
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I tried to write something with the letters of your name
but this kinda fell out instead "MY GEISHA" My Geisha's got a filthy mouth; she says I'm paranoid. Her make-up cracks whenever I consult the aching void. Her unrelenting charm will hide the cyanide that fumes her breath when I submerge into the sea of strange perfumes. Amid the rice-wine sipping, I ate me some more liquorice untill my head was spinning and her eyes became my zenith. My U-boat sank without a trace -some mental excercise. And will my cherry tree still blossom deep beneath this ice? The dark, uncharted virgin sea ebbs and flows so silent. Muddy prints in her pagoda: Terra cotta armies bend/bent.  and true love lives on lollipops and crisps | |
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man, i just can't seem to write anything for
you. but this is turning out to be kind of a productive morning for myself
i goverend my lifeboat through the stream of your uncharted, thick molasses with generic vegetation on both shores enough radiation to mute my compasses and the constant drone of unseen hordes stampeding through the undergrowth as communication spanned a bough of repetitive, halucinatory percuscion and true love lives on lollipops and crisps | |
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adding it to my Imago777 account. IstenSzek said: I tried to write something with the letters of your name
but this kinda fell out instead "MY GEISHA" My Geisha's got a filthy mouth; she says I'm paranoid. Her make-up cracks whenever I consult the aching void. Her unrelenting charm will hide the cyanide that fumes her breath when I submerge into the sea of strange perfumes. Amid the rice-wine sipping, I ate me some more liquorice untill my head was spinning and her eyes became my zenith. My U-boat sank without a trace -some mental excercise. And will my cherry tree still blossom deep beneath this ice? The dark, uncharted virgin sea ebbs and flows so silent. Muddy prints in her pagoda: Terra cotta armies bend/bent. | |
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the bombs of the asian
promote a horrible bloat a fatness which envelops and a dread which develops the triple-seven malaise which, mixed with mayonnaise, creates apocolypse egg salad if you're a hungry gal, add a bowl of cottage cheese know: if this isn't right or if you're gladys knight your pips around our we-ness your pips around our we-ness | |
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AsianBomb777 said:
adding it to my Imago777 account. IstenSzek said: I tried to write something with the letters of your name
but this kinda fell out instead "MY GEISHA" My Geisha's got a filthy mouth; she says I'm paranoid. Her make-up cracks whenever I consult the aching void. Her unrelenting charm will hide the cyanide that fumes her breath when I submerge into the sea of strange perfumes. Amid the rice-wine sipping, I ate me some more liquorice untill my head was spinning and her eyes became my zenith. My U-boat sank without a trace -some mental excercise. And will my cherry tree still blossom deep beneath this ice? The dark, uncharted virgin sea ebbs and flows so silent. Muddy prints in her pagoda: Terra cotta armies bend/bent. it's about an enormous vagina (think james and the giant peach) but i guess you already figured that out by yourself  and true love lives on lollipops and crisps | |
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