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bitch on the triple word score (Free verse) by middenHeap

relax. don't make another mountain just so you can play on the dangerous precipices. you asked me to play so I'm playing! look--the moon is looking in on our disarray and she's getting pissed off-- so don’t shout so loud or she'll break in our windows. relax, drink your wine. I'll take back that word and spell another. look--I can spell witch, it scores even higher. save the fat-bellied letter for better times for beer and belly laughs and your sweet, sweet body baby. whoah, slow down don’t throw that--I’m warning you! ahh, shit that’s my favourite shirt you’ve gone and ruined. huh-what?? shut up and give me five tiles, bitch.

zodiac 26-Jan-04/3:19 PM
It's a kind of transubstantiation. And an immaculate conception (of sourness).




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