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(The vinyards of Tuscany)

Member since 2003 · Posted 11 Aug 2003 · 7 comments

Little whinging crucifixes who barbed you there? former fascists fastened to the wire, victims of a grape fire carcasses upsidedown nudging the sky like it was ground i can already taste what i hate.

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[8] richa 12-Aug-03/8:45 AM Reply

Not sure why the title is parenthesized is it because it is somehow incedental.

I like the lively use of language
'victims of a grape' sounds out of place though

[8] basit_i 13-Aug-03/3:03 PM Reply

i "like".

[6] sliver 15-Aug-03/6:03 PM Reply

Sounds almost like Rome after Nero

[n/a] deleted user 18-Aug-03/12:46 PM Reply

How come you were drinking grapefruit juice when Jesus was already on fire?

[5] Settle 20-Aug-03/6:08 AM Reply

GRAPE, ha, I love it, will steal.

[6] J.B. Manning 20-Aug-03/1:47 PM Reply

hmmm

[10] calliope 16-Oct-03/5:23 PM Reply

wow. this is amazing!