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Timing

Member since 2002 · Posted 26 May 2003 · 5 comments

The tick-tock-tick of the walls, pictures, windows, has me inhaling the stench of sterility while the high point in my eyes blackens the room and definity falls away.

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[7] Blue Magpie 26-May-03/10:40 PM Reply

I liked Definity, though I have never heard it before, but I lost it on the high point in my eyes, probab;ly a result of the low point in my mind, it has a nice feel though.

[7] richa 27-May-03/10:16 AM Reply

yes nice feel and structure
Perhaps not ambitious enough though

[9] horus8 27-May-03/11:28 AM Reply

You want to see timing.Check out the inside of my brain.

http://www.paradiselost.com/index.php?module=htmlpages&func=display&pid=2

[n/a] INTRANSIT › horus8 27-May-03/8:47 PM Reply

Well, you're definitely a right hand drive, that's for sure. That is no advertisement. That was well engineered art. period.
Ask that troop how are they gonna top themselves? Thanks for the sock in the gut blasting me backwards into a reality check!!!! I still got an appointment though. gotta start someplace.

[10] Caducus 27-May-03/3:47 PM Reply

loved it 10