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Muslim woman at the office (Free verse) by zodiac
. "I'll quadruple this country's chances when they invent a music parents hate." - attaché at an embassy pool party Told that joke about the housewife (took an ear of corn, not mouth-wise,) and she laughed too long, cupping her scarf up over her rotten teeth. She'd a holy faith in breast creams; said, I haven't eaten all week. Don't know why. But by God, something in me is dying to get out. You could tell her what: a doubt, a body buried. A mouth vicious with teeth. It's a god-damn, a corncob.

Up the ladder: Bedroom Butchershop
Down the ladder: The Dovina Limericks

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Arithmetic Mean: 8.9
Weighted score: 6.95
Overall Rank: 315
Posted: October 23, 2004 6:15 AM PDT; Last modified: October 23, 2004 6:49 AM PDT
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[8] INTRANSIT @ 205.188.116.74 | 23-Oct-04/12:40 PM | Reply
It's like a flow chart with only 75% of the boxes filled in. I like it but it's a little too bony.
[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ 82.39.20.71 > INTRANSIT | 24-Oct-04/12:43 PM | Reply
Actually it's more like crossing Jeff Goldblum with a fly, only instead of a fly it's a daddy long-legs, only the daddy long-legs has already been half-crushed, and what comes out of the teleporter in the end has too many crushed human legs and flops about the place, madly buzzing its Jew-wings against the laboratory floor and oh wont someone please fetch the sledge-hammer good lord wont somebody please kill it
[n/a] zodiac @ 212.118.11.11 > -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. | 25-Oct-04/1:51 AM | Reply
This poem is the only true thing I've ever written :(
[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ 81.154.19.210 | 24-Oct-04/11:36 AM | Reply
Got back from Abu Dhabi last week, just after the start of Ramamamamadan. Luckily I'd spent the week leading up to it ordering individual beers from room service (they wouldn't serve more than one a day) and hiding them about my room. When I drank them all during Ramamamadan, and left the empties sprawled all over the place, the cleaners found them and took away my fruit bowl. I have never felt such shame :(
[4] Lenore @ 127.0.0.1 | 16-Oct-17/2:42 PM | Reply
Awww shucks, no husks.
The quote from the pool party has no place in the office. 4
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