Hey — Where's The Powder Room?

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November 5th is so cool.

I luv this swing of the cyc.

Got writin' about Fawkes an' fire early on this week in Halloween's shade, so here's my mornin' motivational.

Woulda had all fancy stars an' stuff but Forum formattin' lacks art.

Wherever ur tonite, gaze up an' get some flare in yr pants.






Dare to
enslipstream
the stars.

Your shot,
first and last,
is all ours.

No echo
of blast,
no fall.

Firepower
blazed
over thrall.



(Thx to Webmarketer for helpin' me finish this insteada maxin' out on slacko.)

(We share a common rat interest.)
#off topic forum
  • Me too. But damp outlook for fireworks fans - looks like it's set to rain until Christmas.

  • Nice, Princess. And you're welcome--fragmented snippets (to fit agenda) and wad-in-cheek refs and all. Everything I read here is entendrefull of wonder. Even one of your fans, for a pat on the head later, probably, is doing his bit on another thread. Can't blame him, I think he's smitten with you.

    It reminds me of a walk in a quiet room. I opened the door and the rabid bats flew-a-charging seeming late for a blood bank assault schedule.
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  • Where is that "Spray-on bitch focus" when you need it?

    Joe Mobley
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    Claude wants to know where the powdered sugar room is.
  • I can't resist. Inspiration is contagious--

    Abilify and Thorazine cocktail quell delusion.
    Preserve willy-nilly pseudo-sane disposition.
    Four white sanitized padded walls to cushion
    lobotomy candidate [cackling] prattling in her fiefdom.
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  • yy

    ratto

    rhythmsmarto

    but hey i do not cackle ok

    Jus editin here cos that reads unkind *kitz*

    But ya missed the 2 killa walls floor ceilin o swingu blessya
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    • Okay, let's change cackling to prattling.

      ---

      To call yourself a princess--progeny blue-blooded stock?
      You call yourself a princess--heavens chuckles really? What!
      A moniker, a princess--silly tranny diddly squat...
      Imagine you're a princess--The Walking Dead must be on crack!



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  • Thanks princess.

    My bad, I should have asked you first about what topic to start in our version of amateur slam poetry. (Probably speaking for myself here.) Out of respect for the real pros my apologies to the ones who can really hack it.

    Here's what I think:

    You could slant the theme to a different direction.
    Feel free to start a new stanza after you've replied.
    Only reply at your own time. Life and obligations--those suckers get in the way.

    I have something written. Let me know if you want me to post it or you want to start this time and I'll reply.
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    • Heya Webo.

      yy, I jus' picked up on a few balls you tossed, an' it was fun thinkin' that thru.

      Sucked outta life today, for sure.

      I should be reclinin' while some uniformed baboon tosses me grapes, but I gotta edit some soul-suckin' crap.

      If this don't win me an award for surly poutin', nothin' will.

      Let's continue with this poesywhimsy thing on an' off, slammin' like fat wrestlers on the mat.

      Might be better next time if we work to a theme, an' proceed line by line.

      Appreciate the welcome relief from life's overbearin' tedium -- not to mention my inability to fix the uniformed baboon lifehack.

      Lemme know how ur fixed.

      We can mebbe flux in an' out like the perfect bum/zealot fusion, dependin' on where we're at.

      U want me to start a noo theme in a noo thread?

      Bumpin' is considered immoral here, even sans links to cheapo pheromones.

      K, now I gotta go practice lookin' like an abused mule...
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  • 1 thing I [definitely] learned about your post —

    1. ur no psychic.
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    • Yes, but what l have learned most want to hop on the truck, becuase it is full of other individuals who are on the truck. The truck might be headed for a cliff, but in the meantime, it is convenient and confortable, since it is a very big truck, and the textbooks say that everyone on the truck is right.

      Eventhough everyone on the truck won't discuss NASA's magical Spirit solar panels, or anything else, that might make the driver turn the truck around.

      I am hoping to speed up the truck and have a few sociopaths kiss my feet, but time will tell?

      Hungry, Hungry Hippo's perhaps?

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