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  • #16
    A silly little thing I wrote years ago about my sweetie's parents. I hadn't looked at it in ages. Made me laugh. Their relationship really is like this:

    Rooster in the Hen's House

    So what does he do?
    sits in a chair all day
    reads the paper
    don
    Minutus cantorum, minutus balorum,
    minutus carborata descendum pantorum
    -----------
    A little song, a little dance, a little seltzer in your pants

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    • #17
      Bump. I'm currently too tired to write anything new. I'll write tomorrow, perhaps.
      Reality is the original Rorschach.

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      • #18
        not necessary

        so uncomfortable blanket me
        I thought it was going to be different;It turned out to be(,) just the same.

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        • #19
          one-pound gift

          i just stand here in front of you
          with my heart in my hands
          i
          I thought it was going to be different;It turned out to be(,) just the same.

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          • #20
            hotel

            the beetle scuttles start-stop-start across
            a harsh and off-white background
            I thought it was going to be different;It turned out to be(,) just the same.

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            • #21
              Just one more, I promise. Then the drek will go away...

              bleed

              i see you touch me and break me bending
              too far and snapping under your flesh
              i must make myself stronger more able
              to match you discourage you encourage you
              to come too close for comfort

              i will sharpen my bones and let me bleed
              out your stains - clean me of impurity
              strip me down until i
              I thought it was going to be different;It turned out to be(,) just the same.

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              • #22
                Betrayal of Purity:

                Winter, won't you let me in
                To dragon's bane, to demon's wrath, to fire's cage
                Where shadows dance to quench the fiery heavens
                A soothing cold and ice to numb the pain

                Winter, won't you let me in
                A frozen purity to nurse my soul
                To stand tall upon your crystal spires
                And see all the worlds of ages taint

                But Summer has seduced me
                With burning blood and sensual delight

                I still taste sweet wine on my lips
                I still feel warm breath on my neck
                I still need to drown in this golden doom
                Winter's just a painting on some wall

                Winter, won't you let me in
                Forgive my lust and lies and hollow heart
                Let me bathe in diamond lakes once more
                And hope your love is still waiting for me

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                • #23
                  Of Sundered Spirits

                  For forgiveness, was the only thing I asked
                  And an end that was clean and swift
                  But I was hunted down by godlings, and zealots with burning hearts
                  My martyrdom was denied, because God has forsaken me

                  Here I dwell, with shattered souls, that wail and shriek their unrest
                  Their torment is forever, and so is the bond we all share
                  Solace denied, and now sorrow eternal, because of our ways of protest
                  Freedom is unreal, I could never make a choice, without fate taunting me

                  Time has no meaning, here all things are one and the same
                  Our own half-existence, is a pain beyond all despair

                  No eyes for tears, no voices for laments
                  Our screams of discord
                  Are a symphony composed
                  In agony!

                  I shudder so violent when my mind starts to wander
                  Resting on memories that burn and scar
                  Hideous now seems what once was so fair
                  My thoughts are twisted, in my yearning for release

                  I wish I could return to live once again
                  To drink in the warmth of the sun's embrace
                  And shiver in a cold which I know soon will end
                  How I wish I could return, to make things right

                  Or to die!

                  But I am condemned to this prison
                  Of endless bounds and misery
                  In the light that never warms
                  But sears our unseeing vision

                  But soon the time will come
                  And wrath will replace grief
                  The wails and cries will gain strength
                  And we will roar in one mighty voice

                  Break through the chains and shackles
                  That bind us forevermore
                  Tear through the waning barriers
                  Of this fading vault of torments

                  No longer I wish for solace or redemption
                  I shrug off transgression, only one goal I see
                  The downfall of faith, destroy misguided beliefs
                  To usurp the throne of divine rule
                  I'll pollute the Earth with sadness and fear
                  Under my reign of terror, no bounds has my malice
                  The cauldron of rage inside, it boils and overflows
                  Revenge now has no meaning, only death and destruction

                  Heaven has stirred, it senses my wrath
                  It gathers its host, seraphim and cherub alike
                  Never before has Paradise sprouted such a mighty horde
                  But they'll not prevail, against those they forsook

                  I lead my army of spirits once sundered
                  Now we are whole, our desire is our unity
                  We fall upon the armoured angels
                  We crush them beneath us
                  We are...

                  Victorious!

                  The divine herd lies slain
                  Angels fall like rain
                  I speak my desolation
                  My words will come to life
                  Mankind will begin its pilgrimage
                  To Armaggedon

                  Dominion is mine, triumphant I stand
                  But what have I become, a king of emptiness
                  Rivers run red with blood
                  Fire bursts from infernal clouds
                  Nothing is left, I am blind to see
                  My spirit is sundered still...

                  Sundered still.

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                  • #24
                    Great thread, by the way!

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                    • #25
                      Yep, great stuff, all of it, and it makes me wonder -- in a good way -- about the minds behind the words.
                      Hey! Am I the only one thinking that Kodiak and Turnip could use a hug?
                      {{{{ }}}
                      Minutus cantorum, minutus balorum,
                      minutus carborata descendum pantorum
                      -----------
                      A little song, a little dance, a little seltzer in your pants

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                      • #26
                        Originally posted by miss-banana
                        Hey! Am I the only one thinking that Kodiak and Turnip could use a hug?
                        {{{{ }}}


                        But I'm all cold and prickly, and KODIAK smells funny. And not funny-haha. Funny-strange.
                        I thought it was going to be different;It turned out to be(,) just the same.

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                        • #27

                          Whew, hokay, so it's not me, then.
                          Kodiak, I don't care how cold the water is up there.
                          Take a bath, ya stinkin' rancid heap of bear blubber

                          Then I can hug you

                          In the meantime, I'll go get my tweezers and pluck Turnip's prickles, because I'm gonna hug somebody, dammit
                          Minutus cantorum, minutus balorum,
                          minutus carborata descendum pantorum
                          -----------
                          A little song, a little dance, a little seltzer in your pants

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                          • #28
                            Originally posted by miss-banana

                            Whew, hokay, so it's not me, then.
                            Kodiak, I don't care how cold the water is up there.
                            Take a bath, ya stinkin' rancid heap of bear blubber

                            Then I can hug you

                            In the meantime, I'll go get my tweezers and pluck Turnip's prickles, because I'm gonna hug somebody, dammit


                            Can you hug me. Pweety Pweese.

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                            • #29
                              Originally posted by Anomandaris


                              Can you hug me. Pweety Pweese.



                              Awwww, c'mere and get some sugar.
                              I hope you don't mind that I'm in this incredibly sensuous, lacey silk nightie, but it's late here on the sultry Pacific coast of Mexico, very nearly my bedtime.
                              See what you're missing, Turnip?

                              Minutus cantorum, minutus balorum,
                              minutus carborata descendum pantorum
                              -----------
                              A little song, a little dance, a little seltzer in your pants

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                              • #30
                                Originally posted by miss-banana



                                Awwww, c'mere and get some sugar.
                                I hope you don't mind that I'm in this incredibly sensuous, lacey silk nightie, but it's late here on the sultry Pacific coast of Mexico, very nearly my bedtime.
                                See what you're missing, Turnip?





                                I'll have your head for this, Stevo!
                                I thought it was going to be different;It turned out to be(,) just the same.

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