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Post by Sneaky Xylophone on Oct 27, 2010 15:47:49 GMT -8
" The door is sick today So I'm staying inside, just in case If I open it, it might take me somewhere outside it's healthy reach Where I cannot return
The corner is filled to the brim with me The door feels like the rest of the room Creaking, groaning, coughing, squealing with Delight? A shudder.
The door sneezes and the knob falls off It cracks a gaping sideways smile as it opens A hinged jaw, eager to swallow me Exposing the throat of the world, a window to it's soul
The other side looks like an armchair garden Fields of comfort as far as I can imagine, everywhere And straight ahead is a tower made of all sorts of doors Reaching all the way to heaven, swaying "
I will add more as I write it.
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Candyman
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Post by Candyman on Oct 27, 2010 16:32:19 GMT -8
This is your brain on crack
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Post by Sneaky Xylophone on Oct 27, 2010 16:34:16 GMT -8
No, this is me sober. On crack is more like:
tb b5bgghtydertfrgtdcc n
Be proud of me. I facekeyboarded for that.
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Candyman
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Post by Candyman on Oct 27, 2010 16:37:02 GMT -8
in honor of your facekeyboard I will reciprocate!
7hyuy77yucv hjyu
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