I’m taking a poll, vote, guess ….
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Originally posted by DalekTek790:
[b]That’s just mean.[/b]
Sorry DalekTek790 I don’t mean to be mean… but if you compare some of your posts to those of Duece.. they do “sound” a lot the same…. Even more so when you make some of the “Lexx has bad morals or some such thing” In your posts. It just seems to me that your writing style and some of your comments seem to go hand and hand with each other….
Now I really sorry If I’m being mean … I’m just trying to find out who’s who in this weird Board… I mean it is possible that this whole board could be just one or two people in stead of ( I don’t know) a 100? any number of people can have didn’t Usernames and be the same person… (EXAMPLE) I could be Christine Carroll but also be Mercury… You just never know… even though I’m not Mercury… get me?? I even Confusing my self here…anyway… I’m just trying to surf through all the names and genders of all the different people on the board and DalekTek you are just the one I stared with … ok?? I didn’t mean to hurt your feeling or your Ego [img]http://www.sadgeezer.com/ubb/smile.gif[/img] or anything… Truce??? [img]http://www.sadgeezer.com/ubb/smile.gif[/img]
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“to err is human” or is it “the air is human” ?? matt Gideon “Crusade”
“Look for me by the moonlight-
Watch for me by moonlight-
I’ll come to thee by the moonlight,
though Hell should bar the way”
——-The Highwayman
Excerpt from “Exquisite Corpse” by Poppy Brite
“Late in the year,New Orleans still has its hot days. In the slave quaters, Jay and Tran blossomed like the giant stinking carrion-flowers that grow in humid jungles. Their ravaged abdomens swelled and burst like red-petals, a jubliee of rot. Their putrescent fluids pooled on the concrete floor and in the hollows of their disintegrating bodies. …Their faces, c**** and B**** grew into shapeless masses of blackened flesh. Swollen tongues like ball gags forced their jaws wide. Organs tumbled out of their bodies like distended winebags. From their decomposition rose wisps of steam and soft wet sounds of gaseous intimacy….Tran fell out of his binding straps and melted slowly into Jay’s ribcage. A large, faintly iridescent stain ate up the concrete floor around them. Their eyes were black caverns.They gave birth to worms, generation after generation, until their bodies were covered as if in a living blanket. Soon they were picked clean, their bones an ivory sculpture-puzzle shining in the dark, waiting to tell their mute love story.