Isolated Blurt Thread

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maggot420 said:
i was walking down the street
something caught my eye
and dragged it 15 feet

An Emo fan!

Another reason to love the maggot. :kiss:

"You didn't leave a very good impression."

"Looks symmetrical to me!"
 
My favourite Emo: We found our cat yesterday. We would have found it sooner, but unfortunately our lawnmower has a grass bag.
 
It's time to put my smittenhood to rest and move on with my life. He doesn't deserve my regard.
 
rgraham666 said:
My favourite Emo: We found our cat yesterday. We would have found it sooner, but unfortunately our lawnmower has a grass bag.
LOL.

"I don't trust him further than I could throw him, but why would he want to go to Manitoba anyway?"
 
OhMissScarlett said:
LOL.

"I don't trust him further than I could throw him, but why would he want to go to Manitoba anyway?"
i want to jump in your ocean and frolic in your waves. :devil:
 
Watch out - He's blurting again!

She pours her essence
Into wooden planters and terra cotta jars
In equal measure
With carefully chosen soil.

Her face lights
At each new blossom
A winsome sigh
Over fragrant herbs.

Her body sways in the breeze
As careless fingers caress
Brilliant colors
Carefully planted for effect.

The summer tans her shoulders,
Her breasts,
That are offered to the sun
For its tender kiss.

She changes with the leaves
Turning shades of melancholy
And falling
With the autumn chill

Until winter strips her emotions bare
And one can only find her
Under an old afghan
Sipping Earl Grey.

Bowed down like the evergreens
Under scintillating snow
She has no eye for winter brilliance
Only for the latest book on the list.

Desolate until spring
When she can start her newest cycle
Of unconscious pagan ritual
Bloodless earthy worship.

She says that I’ve killed her lust for love.
One cannot injure what never was.
 
The_Fool said:
She pours her essence
Into wooden planters and terra cotta jars
In equal measure
With carefully chosen soil.

Her face lights
At each new blossom
A winsome sigh
Over fragrant herbs.

Her body sways in the breeze
As careless fingers caress
Brilliant colors
Carefully planted for effect.

The summer tans her shoulders,
Her breasts,
That are offered to the sun
For its tender kiss.

She changes with the leaves
Turning shades of melancholy
And falling
With the autumn chill

Until winter strips her emotions bare
And one can only find her
Under an old afghan
Sipping Earl Grey.

Bowed down like the evergreens
Under scintillating snow
She has no eye for winter brilliance
Only for the latest book on the list.

Desolate until spring
When she can start her newest cycle
Of unconscious pagan ritual
Bloodless earthy worship.

She says that I’ve killed her lust for love.


One cannot injure what never was.



damn you gonna sub that?
 
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