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  • You try to rhyme, oh how sublime!
    Laced with provocation
    How divine…
    Although full of senseless infiltration
    My neighbor’s cat on you would love to dine

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    • fee fi fo fum,
      that smells good and i want some
      The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposing ideas in mind at the same time and still retain the ability to function. -- F. Scott Fitzgerald

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      • oops, the giant from jack and the beanstalk said that... my bad!


        The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposing ideas in mind at the same time and still retain the ability to function. -- F. Scott Fitzgerald

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        • Originally posted by anileve
          You try to rhyme, oh how sublime!
          Laced with provocation
          How divine…
          Although full of senseless infiltration
          My neighbor’s cat on you would love to dine
          Ode To Anileave

          Her brain not too shiny,
          Respendently gay,
          Her posts are whiny,
          Her death will make my day. :twisted:
          Achkerov kute.

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          • Is that how you really feel?

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            • Its posts, its sarcasm, never take anything ont he forum seriously, at least thats how the old forums were.

              Everything is humor, weather its death, disease, old age. Yes I take it to the extreme and beyond limits, and I don't care.

              I think retards are funny. Yea it's funny that they have missing chromosomes. I think it would be funny if someone had such constipation that when he xxxx he literally bled himself to death.

              And so when I wrote that poem, it was a joke. Never take things literally, or else you sound no different than some Bible thumpers, or hardcore politicos.
              Achkerov kute.

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              • Ode To Anonymouse

                And so he cracks......

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                • Now I really wish you death

                  Your underarms smell like perfume,
                  to please the old men
                  in the steam room.
                  happys days when you are dead
                  from a brick upside the head
                  Achkerov kute.

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                  • The wishes that you gently speak of
                    Strike my heart like a sharp knife
                    You whisper so gently in my ear
                    All the things that a girl would love to hear
                    But oh how sad that it’s so severe
                    The pain you went through with your peer
                    He scarred your heart and touched upon your soul
                    And the caress of your mother’s camisole
                    Still soaking wet with your tear
                    Will never let your heart console
                    As if you were a redneck souvenir
                    The night a horse straddled you

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                    • Baldness her enemy, her hair thinning,
                      does making bad ryhmes amount to winning?
                      a llama of a poster, ashamed of her degree,
                      just another reason
                      why her death will please me
                      posts that make her clever?
                      who you kidding loser?
                      I'd leave your brokeass stranded,
                      xxxx, I'll play you lefthanded.
                      Achkerov kute.

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