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DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
edited December 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
what the hell is this? this crazy dark, tool-colored place? party at our own gate? good lord, here? oh, my heart should break into a thousand pieces!

good lord, finsbury, pray do tell the modulators...


change it back
change it back!


a thousand seven sins, good god, boy you must be 21 for sure by now...

pasta is drunk and dreampt of ed again last night. it's been forever



hello
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  • justamjustam Posts: 21,410
    Hi PastaNazi. :)
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  • setaside2setaside2 Posts: 1,084
    Dreaming of Ed, I do say... how does that circus continue? Have you caught him yet? I recall his awareness of you grew at each passing. Halls and knowing glances. I hope this is good :)

    Thought I might stop by and wave.

    waves.
    I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
  • BhagavadGitaBhagavadGita Posts: 1,748
    I like the new look except where have all the trees gone?
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