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~* ATHENA *~ is a recipient of the poemWanker award: Thursday (Free verse) by w~* ATHENA *~wfor appropriating other writers' work and otherwise plagiarising. Read with caution! my acoustic guitar
a good cigar
where is the justice
where?
war they say is for the hero
what is a hero anyway?
perhaps a child
that sits on the bus
by the slow one.
the child that
makes a friend of the
unlovely one.
I saw a girl today
at the market
half of her face
was
melting.
her name was Lori.
Up the ladder:
Wedding Announcement
Down the ladder:
Shhhh
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Posted: January 30, 2003 9:15 PM PST; Last modified: January 30, 2003 9:15 PM PSTWeighted score: 4.7377534 Overall Rank: 11724 Comments:
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-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ 131.111.8.101
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31-Jan-03/6:56 AM
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Yes, very good! It's not really the heroes that are heroes, but the people with disabilities who are heroes. Because their heroism isn't in the finger that pulls the trigger, or the foot that kicks someone in the groin, or the entire body that flies an F-19 stealth fighter straight into someone's face. It's in their hearts. It's in their souls. And it's in their hideously contorted facial expressions. Besides, I doubt most of them are even capable of pulling a trigger, let alone comprehending what the strange metallic object they hold in their hands is actually for. 10/10!
This is without a doubt the most appalling piece of crap I've seen on this site since... since...
Well, since Tuesday, I guess. No, more like Wednesday.
A single tit: you just don't get it, do you?
Of course not; 'tis far too deepe and profound for my poor wits.
I like seeing the very deformed. They amuse me.
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