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you, you are so special..

Platypus

Platypus

Lifer
you have the talent
to make me feel like dirt
and you, you use your talent
to dig me under
and cover me with dirt

:sun:
 
she would never go with me
were i the last girl on earth

i'm dumb she's a lesbian
i thought i had found the one

we were good as married in my mind
but married in my mind's no good

oh pink triangle on her sleeve
let me know the truth

🙁
 
I was walking along one day when I saw a guy digging. The tool in his hand looked kinda odd. While it had a normal shovel blade, the handle was white and carved with intricate devices. I asked him where he got the handle.

"Them Bones," was his reply as he pointed over his shoulder to a pile of the largest bones I had ever seen. Somewhat curious, I asked about the inscription as he dug at his furious pace.

"They're magic. See, I've got to Dam That River," he said, pointing to the stream near us. "Its going to Rain When I Die, and if I don't have this river damed it'll flood the town."

I was thoroughly intrigued at how he knew this, but I thought he was digging in an odd location. "I've got to get Down in a Hole, see, so that I can get to the clay below the soil. Makes better dam material, see. " After he said that I walked on, leaving him to his work.

The next fellow I came across was quite the odd one indeed. He sait on the stoop, making random exclamations and calling to a pet Rooster. I quickly determined that he was probably high out of his mind. As I turned to leave the Junkhead continued to make random exclamations of no sense at all. "Dirt!" he cried out. "Chaos, Godsmack!"

I had no idea what the fellow was about, so I continued on my stroll. Just as I was out of earshot I heard one last call. "I have an Iron Gland!" Like I said, no idea. I would Hate to Feel what that guy felt.

As I came upon my own homestead, I thought about how nice it was to be home. Back home to my own lazy porch, my own silent gable, my own Angry Chair. But I did enjoy my walk, and thought I Would do it again tomorrow.
 
Originally posted by: ElFenix
I was walking along one day when I saw a guy digging. The tool in his hand looked kinda odd. While it had a normal shovel blade, the handle was white and carved with intricate devices. I asked him where he got the handle.

"Them Bones," was his reply as he pointed over his shoulder to a pile of the largest bones I had ever seen. Somewhat curious, I asked about the inscription as he dug at his furious pace.

"They're magic. See, I've got to Dam That River," he said, pointing to the stream near us. "Its going to Rain When I Die, and if I don't have this river damed it'll flood the town."

I was thoroughly intrigued at how he knew this, but I thought he was digging in an odd location. "I've got to get Down in a Hole, see, so that I can get to the clay below the soil. Makes better dam material, see. " After he said that I walked on, leaving him to his work.

The next fellow I came across was quite the odd one indeed. He sait on the stoop, making random exclamations and calling to a pet Rooster. I quickly determined that he was probably high out of his mind. As I turned to leave the Junkhead continued to make random exclamations of no sense at all. "Dirt!" he cried out. "Chaos, Godsmack!"

I had no idea what the fellow was about, so I continued on my stroll. Just as I was out of earshot I heard one last call. "I have an Iron Gland!" Like I said, no idea. I would Hate to Feel what that guy felt.

As I came upon my own homestead, I thought about how nice it was to be home. Back home to my own lazy porch, my own silent gable, my own Angry Chair. But I did enjoy my walk, and thought I Would do it again tomorrow.
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Um.... ???
 
Originally posted by: agnitrate
she would never go with me
were i the last girl on earth

i'm dumb she's a lesbian
i thought i had found the one

we were good as married in my mind
but married in my mind's no good

oh pink triangle on her sleeve
let me know the truth

🙁
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weezer :beer:
 
Originally posted by: ElFenix
I was walking along one day when I saw a guy digging. The tool in his hand looked kinda odd. While it had a normal shovel blade, the handle was white and carved with intricate devices. I asked him where he got the handle.

"Them Bones," was his reply as he pointed over his shoulder to a pile of the largest bones I had ever seen. Somewhat curious, I asked about the inscription as he dug at his furious pace.

"They're magic. See, I've got to Dam That River," he said, pointing to the stream near us. "Its going to Rain When I Die, and if I don't have this river damed it'll flood the town."

I was thoroughly intrigued at how he knew this, but I thought he was digging in an odd location. "I've got to get Down in a Hole, see, so that I can get to the clay below the soil. Makes better dam material, see. " After he said that I walked on, leaving him to his work.

The next fellow I came across was quite the odd one indeed. He sait on the stoop, making random exclamations and calling to a pet Rooster. I quickly determined that he was probably high out of his mind. As I turned to leave the Junkhead continued to make random exclamations of no sense at all. "Dirt!" he cried out. "Chaos, Godsmack!"

I had no idea what the fellow was about, so I continued on my stroll. Just as I was out of earshot I heard one last call. "I have an Iron Gland!" Like I said, no idea. I would Hate to Feel what that guy felt.

As I came upon my own homestead, I thought about how nice it was to be home. Back home to my own lazy porch, my own silent gable, my own Angry Chair. But I did enjoy my walk, and thought I Would do it again tomorrow.
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wow effort ++ i am impressed and horrified.
 
My MSN profile sings out:

When life is unbearable
Wander along the shoreline
Scream anger into the skies
A seagull drops its payload
 
Originally posted by: CorporateRecreation
Originally posted by: Xionide
:music: I put ma hand up on yo hip
when I dip, you dip, we dip
you put your hand up on my hip......
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get the hell out of this thread
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:music: Make'm say UHHHHHHHHHHHHHH UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH phenomenon phenomenon
Make'm say.....
 
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