10/21/09 @ 7:53am
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Location: Under Saphira's Bed with the wand
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10/21/09 @ 8:38pm
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Location: forgotten backroad standing still in time
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As with any poetry collection, there are a few creatively undesirable or uninspiring poems. I ban ozzieboy for uninspiring poetry.
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Just kidding oz, writing is a great release: cool that somebody else obviously thought so.
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10/24/09 @ 9:50am
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Location: Moving slowly but surely somewhere sometime
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10/24/09 @ 7:29pm
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Location: forgotten backroad standing still in time
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I ban D9 for licking everyone and everything everywhere every time
???? LickaU banning someone else for licking
Thanks for your comment; there's nothing more rewarding than supporting the lovely Kalikatt
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10/24/09 @ 7:50pm
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Carousel - I now know where i seen your avatar before - playing the old man in Steptoe and son LOL
http://www.howardm.net/steptoe/images/wilfrid2.jpg
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10/24/09 @ 8:04pm
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Location: Left of centre
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Do you mind - My eyesight is as good as the next mans - realises the next man is Stevie Wonder - AWWW SHIT !
Bans C for TRYING to keep the Canadian goddess for himself. She is to special to be yours alone - she deserves toe acclaim and affection from the planets populace. Quote
10/24/09 @ 8:45pm
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Location: forgotten backroad standing still in time
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Bans Suggs again, this time for having misplaced his mind...
(pathologists: they're wierd)
You never knew her name. But you knew her intimately; for example, that she had undergone a hysterectomy. But that could mean she had left no progeny. So you'd only be guessing.
As the days pass, she gives you some truly wondrous moments. The day that you hold her brain gently in your hands, this was where her thoughts resided. Her memories. Her dreams. You are memorizing her anatomy, inch by inch, preoccupied. Who was she? What did she do with her life? Did she feel blessed, or cursed?
Somewhere along the line you must have concluded that the answer would be in her face, the last part of the body you would examine. A few times already you had let your hand wander lightly over the plastic that covers her head, trying to read her features with your fingers, learning little. But when the day arrives to uncover her head and neck, you are hesitant. You have been imagining her for so long, the face makes the body a person. The face inspires feelings, feelings that would have made the past three days so much more difficult. You wonder, what if this is a face I don't like--what if it's ugly or mean or dumb?
Your journey with her was so intimate, so illuminating, so elemental...
The plastic comes off, and there she is. Number 21. Your tour guide to the wonders of the body.
ewwwwwwwww ca... ca... ca... cadavers
Whew, any guy in his right mind would keep the very much alive Kalikatt for himself
And I'll sure as heck try
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