The poem on this page was created in a flash of frenzy, on 9/3/98BACK: to git those other socks outta the dryer!DADA: trudge DADA
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Six of us working in the chat room this particular night. The room suddenly ignited, and this is what was burned...
Title: My crab grass is giving me fits! we have a good number of people before that, there were little parasites along the grass of nobler hearts delicious fits shudder to be under the glass of her eye slowly,slowly... milky things didn't spoil it one the day i meet crab grass it was hot but i didn't care runs amok amok amok amok amok I say we rode our riders till dusk the soft seeds carried away i tried to hard not to piss him off crustacian for a holiday of seizures high on the wire, the crustaceans played fiddles triangular spotting titta titta titta titta titta tat huge clusters but like everyone said he was an ass slowly,slowly....... raining from nothingness muddy and then dry so he smacked me but i liked it not liked loved spores a turn up and wonder nose of gardens and greens pulling, pulling fist fits Participants: Stocker4: baton Dou2me: tempo Eardrumbuz: strings I angst l: percussion BlueBlouse: coda HyperBoxxx: bridge
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