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the end of the world, c'est soir (Free verse) by Bill Z Bub
wh whr war war am i where am i theres too much time theres too much time too much time where am i theres too much time too much time where am i where am i where ami too much time too much time much time much tine machine machine machine machine machine machine machine n .

Up the ladder: Racism
Down the ladder: Time to Leap* edited

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Arithmetic Mean: 7.6666665
Weighted score: 5.3178744
Overall Rank: 3449
Posted: March 5, 2009 1:44 PM PST; Last modified: March 5, 2009 1:44 PM PST
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[n/a] Bill Z Bub @ 99.239.12.102 | 5-Mar-09/5:56 PM | Reply
this one is pure automatic. Hrm.
[8] nentwined @ 75.83.196.201 | 5-Mar-09/9:48 PM | Reply
hah, that's great. well, I mean, not Great, but I like what you did, sir, I do. I like what you did with that, and did not see it coming. Half-way through I was going to comment that I've written stuff far too similar to this (as part of a longer short-story), but I like what you did. :)
[7] SupremeDreamer @ 75.30.177.160 | 7-Mar-09/2:29 PM | Reply
Robotic spasms! Tsk. Seven.
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