A morning conflict

Member since 2002 · Posted 7 Apr 2003 · 2 comments

Longing for my jump start yet resisting, I feel your pull. I will not give in! I will grind you into powder! You retaliate by grasping my nostrils with your brutal perfume. I attempt at turning the tables and scald your remains. Saturated, you leak into the urn and I am triumphant. Alas, I am not. For I drink from thy urn.

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[7] Bill Z Bub 8-Apr-03/1:43 PM Reply

mmmmm coffee. beverage of the gods.

[7] andrewjthomas 27-Jan-04/2:14 PM Reply

i just don't like the double-use of "urn"
give us something different there please
otherwise, very fun read