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 Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 3:49 pm
“But when, at last, I heard him whisper my name, his effervescent charm melted my trepidation like the spring thaw after a cruel winter.”
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 3:54 pm
Stephenie Meyers? We should have a Poe writing contest. At least he knew how to write.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I websurfed, weak and weary,
...Over many a strange and spurious website of 'hot chicks galore',
...While I clicked my fav'rite bookmark, suddenly there came a warning,
...And my heart was filled with mourning, mourning for my dear amour.
..."'Tis not possible," I muttered, "give me back my cheap hardcore!" -
Quoth the server, "404".
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 4:08 pm
“And as they carefully reeled in both ends of that fateful noodle with their tongues, their black, furry lips met for one breathtaking and terrifying moment … ”
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 4:28 pm
I couldn’t resist tracing the strong outline of his smooth, powerful jaw. Clear yellow eyes engaged me in a deliberate gaze. His was the sculpted body of a survivor. Practiced muscles rippled under sleek, painted skin etched perfectly by nature.
He slid towards me confidently while shedding a long weathered coat to reveal brightly alluring insignias stamped along his chiseled back. The cool wet of his iridescent face and the soothing shhh of his sweet serenade, froze me. He wrapped me in a final heart stopping embrace before snaking away.
Almost anything can seem enticing when exaggerated and distorted — even a snake.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 4:29 pm
She often fantasized about their domestic life together: cooking meals, folding laundry, brushing their teeth. Oh, to share that intimate nocturnal rite! His rugged fingers would confidently grip the brush; he would roll the toothpaste tube, firmly and evenly, from the bottom. With every stroke his breath would become fresher, his gum line healthier, his enamel whiter.
Would he rinse with a cup, or would he sip the water from his own deft hand? She longed to know. And when he finished he would turn to her, and the resplendent gleam of his smile would be audible.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 4:32 pm
The crisp autumn air quivered with hidden promise, waiting to be found, like a bed of fluffy cream shrouded within a Twinkie. It had been three months now: she knew the sensuous intensity in her teacher’s hauntingly butterscotch eyes wasn’t imagined. She saw how his fingers fumbled distractedly for the right page of the Journal of Psychology; she noticed how he lingered eagerly in the doorway once the class was done; she heard the meaningful inflection of his voice as he breathed, “Thank you for attending” She knew: they were destined to be together.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 4:33 pm
He had eyes like murky duck pond water: mysterious, forbidden things lurked beneath an impenetrable surface. Instantly, I felt a deep otherworldly connection between us. It was as if hot lightning had struck both of us and forever bound us together.
My eyes were sudden slaves to his; looking away would have been fighting gravity. And then, I saw, in the bottomless recesses of his black pupils, a vision of our long, happy life together. I parted my lips to speak, but I was breathless and voiceless. He spoke first: “Thank you for shopping our Springdale K-Mart.”
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 4:34 pm
He was a little teapot, short and stout. She noticed his handle. She admired his...
wait a second. He was a sugar bowl.
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 8:18 am
wait, wait. I wanna try.
ahem
roses are red
violets are blue
this one is for Psyzapp
got handcuffs for you heart
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((Heh heh heh ... very funny! rofl ))
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 8:37 am
puh-leeeze.
The golden, starry wonders of the dark universe unfurled before the brave interstellar vessel Argus like a black flag of victory with a whole bunch of holes in it as the mysterious mission buoyantly commenced that would one day resolve critical questions about space, time and the appropriate ratio of nuts to chips in a perfect chocolate chip cookie.
*signs his work with a paw print*
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 10:08 am
SP-O Wlm Dougherty wait, wait. I wanna try.
ahem
roses are red
violets are blue
this one is for Psyzapp
got handcuffs for you heart edit Where's mine? xd roses are red violets are blue if handcuffs come with i want a cop, too. editx2
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 2:03 pm
The following song you probably didn't hear in MW Wanted Bar... unless you got a Tommy gun... stupid copyright laws. Icy is such a jerk about the songs based off her songs.
The song is a cover of Icy's "Hotter Days are Coming" with new lyrics.
BURNING ima wa mienaku tomo
SCORCHING michi shirube wa ukabu
I WANNA HAVE A HOT TIME
EVERYONE'S A BOILING MIND
BELIEVING A SIGN OF I [ICY]
BEYOND THE COLD TIMES FROM NOW
[REPEAT X3]
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 2:28 pm
Heh I too am a poet !! and a philosopher.
Roses Are blue,
Violets Are red,
If you believe this
Go examine your head.
Peeing is truely something that we enjoy though it comes with pain,
the pain is that we feel the loss.
Peeing is more then just losing something to hold I think that is no lie.
With each drop I say i'm sure someone has a huge bladder but where is mine?
I have nothing to hold or care for but there is some pee that I do have.
That is all my friends that I know that urinate for me just as much,
As I urinate for them. So to all my friends here in this Guild
I want to say thank you and I empty my bladder for you all but one question remains
will you get rid of this poem line?
or will you keep it if its worth a dime?
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 3:25 pm
Maune Heh I too am a poet as well besides just the rose are red etc.. I will do that poem and another poem enjoy Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue, Your Love Is Breath Taking Now That I have You. Love is truely something that we enjoy though it comes with pain, the pain is that we feel it even for ones that do not have it such as I. Love is more then just having someone to hold I think that is no lie With each word I say i'm sure someone has love but where is mine? I have no one to hold or care for but there is some love that I do have. That is all my friends that I know that care for me just as much, As I care for them. So to all my friends here in this Guild I want to say thank you and I love you all but one question remains will you get rid of this poem line? or will you keep it if its worth a dime? That's really good, Maune! And hasn't been edited yet...
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 3:36 pm
European Commission has just announced an agreement whereby English will be the official language of the European Union rather than German, which was the other possibility.
As part of the negotiations, the British Government conceded that English spelling had some room for improvement and has accepted a 5- year phase-in plan that would become known as "Euro-English".
In the first year, "s" will replace the soft "c". Sertainly, this will make the sivil servants jump with joy.
The hard "c" will be dropped in favour of "k". This should klear up konfusion, and keyboards kan have one less letter.
There will be growing publik enthusiasm in the sekond year when the troublesome "ph" will be replaced with "f". This will make words like fotograf 20% shorter.
In the 3rd year, publik akseptanse of the new spelling kan be expekted to reach the stage where more komplikated changes are possible.
Governments will enkourage the removal of double letters which have always ben a deterent to akurate speling.
Also, al wil agre that the horibl mes of the silent "e" in the languag is disgrasful and it should go away.
By the 4th yer people wil be reseptiv to steps such as replasing "th" with " z" and "w" with "v".
During ze fifz yer, ze unesesary "o" kan be dropd from vords kontaining "ou" and after ziz fifz yer, ve vil hav a reil sensibl riten styl.
Zer vil be no mor trubl or difikultis and evrivun vil find it ezi tu understand ech oza. Ze drem of a united urop vil finali kum tru.
Und efter ze fifz yer, ve vil al be speking German like zey vunted in ze forst plas.
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