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I'm sorry

by CDarklock
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I'm so sorry...

Hey there sugar baby, saw you twice at the pub show

You taste just like glitter mixed with rock and roll

I like you a lot, Think you're really hot

Know you think you're special when we dance real crazy

Glamour-phonic electronic disco baby
  • Profile picture of the author Ken Strong
    No politics or religion, please.
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  • Profile picture of the author whateverpedia
    Someone pass me the gun.
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    Why do garden gnomes smell so bad?
    So that blind people can hate them as well.
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    • Profile picture of the author CDarklock
      Originally Posted by whateverpedia View Post

      Someone pass me the gun.


      Thanks.
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      "The Golden Town is the Golden Town no longer. They have sold their pillars for brass and their temples for money, they have made coins out of their golden doors. It is become a dark town full of trouble, there is no ease in its streets, beauty has left it and the old songs are gone." - Lord Dunsany, The Messengers
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    Caliban... I woke-up from a dream, tonight, that gave me the willy's. And
    nothing gives me the willy's much anymore.

    Remember my comment about Edgar Allan Poe in the PM? Ok...

    You were running from something. We were in this huge house. I was trying
    to help you, but I didn't know what/who you were trying to get away from.

    Each room was a different time period. People were dressed differently. And
    you would run up to me and hand me a piece of paper, you would be out of
    breath from running. Every time I tried to read the paper, something would
    happen. Then I'd run into another room, same thing.

    Then, I descended this spiral staircase, and things got really weird. It was
    like out of the 1800s, and I thought about Edgar Allan Poe for whatever
    reason. People everywhere. You ran up to me and said something, and then
    I went into this huge sort of sitting room. You ran in, then ran out.

    And THEN... there were these two locked doors on the other side of the
    room, and it sounded like monsters inside. Other-worldly screaming. It scared
    the utter crap outta me. Then you ran in and looked at me, looked at the
    doors, and then ran out.

    You were doing a lot of running in this dream. lol Then I ran out and we
    looked at each other... and I woke up.

    What the hell, over? But when I woke up I had goosebumps. LOL

    Now I'm wide awake.

    Thank you.


    Ken
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    • Profile picture of the author CDarklock
      Originally Posted by KenThompson View Post

      You were running from something. We were in this huge house. I was trying to help you, but I didn't know what/who you were trying to get away from.
      This was affecting me heavily last week.

      Spooky Hallowen Of Doom: Amigara

      Now... sort of over that one.

      La mayyitan ma qadirun yatabaga sarmadi.
      Fa itha yaji ash-shuthath al-mautu qad yantahi.

      It is easier to envision some tentacled leviathan suggestive of an octopus, dragon, and man than it is to visualize a dark liquid energy undulating beneath reality.

      Lavender puppets, are they laughing or dying? Screams are heard face down.

      Sorry, I cannot hear you, I'm kind of busy.
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      "The Golden Town is the Golden Town no longer. They have sold their pillars for brass and their temples for money, they have made coins out of their golden doors. It is become a dark town full of trouble, there is no ease in its streets, beauty has left it and the old songs are gone." - Lord Dunsany, The Messengers
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