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Fried Mongolian Brains (Free verse) by Don-Quixote
whistling sand sliping from my coarse hands playing with the rubber bands twisted around my neck my latest train wreck within my deluded smoke clouds, crowds of bongs singing songs of lost memories my work a collection of parodies sung by a whipped clown in a harry gown king kong gone wrong weed retarded monkey swimming in a sea of mud blood seeping from his brain, like wire mesh holes that drain oxygen rich gore from the main processor fried chips, my chinese takout

Up the ladder: Pretzel
Down the ladder: Part I: The Peach

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Arithmetic Mean: 5.2
Weighted score: 5.0238404
Overall Rank: 7395
Posted: July 24, 2003 3:06 PM PDT; Last modified: July 24, 2003 3:06 PM PDT
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[7] Jeremi B. Handrinos @ 24.126.113.154 | 25-Jul-03/12:58 AM | Reply
There are a few typos here, and no potstickers. Wonton soup is good with spicy hot cabbage.
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