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I have no Idea?...? (Other) by brazen
so confusing... what? who goes there? why, it is my brain doing such things as foozle me there is nothing there, good sir and i pray yee never view upon this. ah, there we go i knew i would find it again but are you my comb? and if so, how did you get on this subway car? it is no matter hark, i see the sky now never would have thought to look up how strange the world is today that empty acres take up more space then muddle cities. mister mcmurphy, have you come to take the car? why no, then be gone with you heathen soul!

Up the ladder: Little me
Down the ladder: War

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Arithmetic Mean: 3.8
Weighted score: 4.8569565
Overall Rank: 10446
Posted: September 11, 2002 10:31 AM PDT; Last modified: December 22, 2002 10:04 PM PST
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[8] Christof @ 195.172.133.226 | 12-Sep-02/3:32 AM | Reply
I too am foozled. Super fine.
[2] peach835 @ 207.160.116.130 | 20-Sep-02/11:52 PM | Reply
What?!!!!
[n/a] brazen @ 12.89.186.95 > peach835 | 21-Sep-02/10:38 AM | Reply
?? beats me.
[5] ciantu @ 216.128.137.27 | 5-Dec-02/2:28 PM | Reply
what are you on?
i want some
[5] ciantu @ 216.128.137.27 | 5-Dec-02/2:28 PM | Reply
what are you on?
i want some
[6] horus8 @ 24.126.113.154 | 20-Dec-02/4:10 PM | Reply
"foozle" sweet. preys gotta go back to pray. "empty acres take up more space then muddled cities", might works better moved to the last stanza. perhaps not, subways scare the hell out of me and so does the sky. usually.m
[9] <{Baba^Yaga}> @ 24.126.113.154 | 22-Dec-02/11:16 PM | Reply
this is tight now.don't change it anymore, you are finding honesty and humor much more at your disposal i see. good, that's an unarguable foundation. now comes title strengthening with a high octane dose of subject upon style relation improvement. your gonna peak within the next year, and when you do. you'll laugh with me about the nines. i enjoy your work, and it makes me feel very good in more ways than i bet you'd believe that you trust me. a poets death is earned and remembered his/her birth, an accident divine.'
[n/a] brazen @ 65.237.114.141 > <{Baba^Yaga}> | 22-Dec-02/11:23 PM | Reply
how odd this world works. for some things, the more talented you become and the more you do something, the 'tighter' you become. then, and this is mostly for women, the more talented you become and the more you do 'something', the looser you become. i shall ponder this while i sleep...
[7] aliena @ 202.56.248.71 | 23-Dec-02/11:14 PM | Reply
I liked the second and third stanzas..........
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