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Wolverines, me, and the last American Buffalo. (Free verse) by <{Baba^Yaga}>
We are all one consciousness. (Big happy face hippy fact) Bullshit; If I shared your consciousness? Suicide would seem vanilla Compared to Rocky Road & watching you watch 'Animal Rescue 911', again. That was lame. I can't believe I just said that? God I hate myself. Enough to beat you With a cold Tab in a tube sock. Sean Pean -- You raped my girl! Spicolla (i). (He looks around dramatically for approval, and finds it) Esai Morales -- You raped my sense of self, fucking white boy. (Spits for cultural significance) --------------------------------------------- `\ /` \ / \ / \ / \ / -------------------- | | | one day | | you'll | | be | | dead and | | on someones | | wave length | -------------------- <Commercial that involves something you would never associate with what it is they are selling> --------------------------------------- South Dakota, a while back... Imagine the looks on the faces of the Sioux, when we started carving the faces of Assassins on a Mountain that has served as their Cementary and Totem for thousands of years. How is that different than the Taliban Blowing Budda's nose off, really? Here are ten good examples: 1. I don't like you, or your nose. 2. I don't like them, especially their noses. 3. In a fight I would kick your fucking asses. 4. Your mother will make me a sandwich, sooner then you think, believe that. 5. Your girlfriend will fix me potato salad, and it will keep, well. 6. I am an excellent bowler, I am a creep, well often. 7. I think eating fish & chips makes me more of a a a a a a sailor, sailor, first mate. 8. When I golf, geese fucking fly, fast. 9. When I make rice, Asians make money and Boa constrictors eat a sad wombat. 10. I have never voted once in my life, but if I did it would have been for the guy with the `hump and the multi colored rubber band bracelets and taped glasses with the sign that said "I'll work for a can of anything I can mate with versification in a teetering shack in Cerulean, Idaho. Where I live like a carajou in heet.

Up the ladder: The Chronicle
Down the ladder: Les Imagistes

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Arithmetic Mean: 6.7
Weighted score: 5.85
Overall Rank: 1577
Posted: August 21, 2003 12:04 AM PDT; Last modified: August 21, 2003 1:01 AM PDT
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[9] richa @ 81.86.241.46 | 21-Aug-03/5:14 AM | Reply
and what wavelength are you on?

This sounds like some manic persons conversation.
Very inventive
[n/a] horus8 @ 24.126.113.154 > richa | 21-Aug-03/11:00 AM | Reply
That depends on the direction of my bunny ears.
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