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Member since 2003 · Posted 19 Oct 2003 · 4 comments

my smouldering brain slow-cooked freeze-dried vaccuu-packed impeccably prepped undulating with fear soft grey shake verbal projectile spills like marble pellets through slate, wood, concrete mounting Ears with drums with no heads

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[7] Shardik 20-Oct-03/12:04 AM Reply

Are you trying to be different? Or randomly succeding at trying anything to not be normal. Or are you just goth?

[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. › Shardik 20-Oct-03/6:10 AM Reply

You're just annoyed that someone else is using your method of poetry-writing.

[n/a] kingit 20-Oct-03/12:21 AM Reply

thanks, thanks...except for the Goth part.

[n/a] kingit 20-Oct-03/12:23 AM Reply

just tryin ta hammer out a poem.