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May 22, 04
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This wierd goat can't float in a moat
I think it's time you found a boat Last time I checked, his name was Max I'm almost sure he likes girl's racks You can respond to my post, discreet like a ghost I'll probably read it, and laugh the most. I'm done. 
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May 22, 04
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roses are red
dalyn has sass you better go smoke some grass before i have to kick your ass!
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May 22, 04
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john likes to drink
he's pretty hard core wants everyone to think that he can drink more. the bottle is placed in a brown paper bag then he get's shit-faced and his brain starts to lag. this sent up a red flag seemed out of the blue because inside that bag is just malibu.
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May 22, 04
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hahhaha
you mean it was a forty!
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May 22, 04
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you're god damn right
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May 22, 04
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I'm really glad to finally see
a post or two like this, where people can creatively express themselves and shit. So i didn't want to disappoint, I took a second to clear my head. And rolled a joint, so what's my point? I went and blazed instead. So, now my thoughts are all sparatic! It's like i have fireworks up in my attic. My thoughts are all jumbled and frantic. God i love rhyming and all of these antics. so fnk please keep rhyming, this topic has killer potential. this might just be the silver lining in another person's day or schedule.
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May 22, 04
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To all you erring poets
who think you are the bomb; point your browser in the direction of dictionary.com. It might help you find some synonyms (or not), and correct your spelling (which really ain't so hot).
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May 23, 04
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I got a thing for potent words like cocaine
Inside the flow game, they don't know how to show shame Additional instrumentation ain't it, sane it Strictly words and ventilation when I paint it Famous as Footwear gear, plane as Goodyear Black and well-rounded, sales plaques mounted Invite your dialouge, demigods to the dome Leave a classic example on the porch if I ain't home Then BOOM, I bloom just like breasts in the pre-pubesce Easy now, who you test? MC who stress me, arrest me cardiac Stat like 'where the party at, black?' Now it's in your back Then insert the knife like the earth so good Inside his wife, drink my flow, it's a way of life Victory, it be the standard for me I'm on some "I'm better than the rest of y'all" As far as Grand can see Nuttin but smut, now you watchin me Butt-fuck doctrines clockin me through factory systems Did you actually listen? Or am I gonna have to return like I ain't burn you up sufficient Turn me up when I be bitchin, my style is decision Something like a violent Christian with a molavision BOOM!
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May 23, 04
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In Kaladim's mighty halls,
With sounds of drinking and hammer falls, Dwarves were drinking, on food they'd gorge; Then back to work on their mighty forge. A dwarf stood forth from the rest, He declared "i'll be the best!" He went out into the lands, And made a name with his own hands Many fabled beasts he met and slew He swung his blade wide and true, Kaladim cheered for their own, The holy light about him shone! A living legend he became, "Icabod!" they whispered his name, He followed through on a glorious path And joined the ranks of Blades of Wrath One day the word to Kaladim came, The halls went quiet, faces were pained. Icabod alas, was coming home, To Kaladim were he belonged. He hung his sword above the hearth To retire at his place of birth, Alas this tale now ends, He'll be missed by all his friends. If by chance you ever return And adventuring in your heart should burn, Fuel the flame, and fill your pack; I have no doubt you'd be welcomed back! But if alas this tale has truly ended Then rejoice for all that you've befriended In salute over my heart I stand with clenched fist, Icabod you will be sorely missed...
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May 23, 04
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wrote that for a guy who quit the online game called "everquest"
"blades of wrath" is the organization, icabod is the guys name
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May 23, 04
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I'm a little bit distraught by the people that I see
Walkin around it's like they just can't learn how to be Themselves as for me i'm just gonna sit down and ponder What it is everyone's hiding and what they've got under- Neath that facade I start to wonder sometimes If it's even worth telling you guys about it with this rhyme I shouldn't whine but the fact of the matter is I'm depressed So the next time you see me why don't you give it a fuckin' rest I'm not the best there is at all but at least I can act like myself At least I can play this stupid game here with the hand I've been dealt I need a belt for my self-esteem so I can keep it up And if you wanna keep that act up well then shit buddy good luck you'll erupt one of these days and it sure won't be pretty Shoulda just been yourself now I have to take pity It's just a city will eat you take a trip to the sticks Teach yourself how to live and teach yourself how to fix All of those things inside that you've been hiding So if you want me come and find me I'll be by myself minding My own buissness on my own tryin to figure out what to do Because if people don't stop lying then I'm coming after you!
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Sep 05, 04
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it's late and i'm still
wide awake and staring at the computer screen music loudly blaring. i'm munching on some toast which i made not long ago because untoasted bread is my very worst foe. i think i'm going to sleep now i hope it works out well i'm really getting drowsy as you can probably tell.
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Sep 06, 04
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Words from a MetaWhore
Words from a Metawhore presented Part 1,
Tristan the linguist aka atilla the pun, Down like a taboganist I'm just an opertunist. Sometimes sketchy, like a stick man cartoonist. Bangin on my chest like a flailing baboonist. Other times high, like a hot air baloonist. Look at a to do list on a Sketchy Sunday, Pick up more bitches than the SPCA. Now I am finished, Now I am done, Thank you for listening to your raver bud skratch 1. SALUT :D
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Sep 07, 04
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i woke up at noon
with all the intentions of cutting my hair sometime real soon. i was even on my way out the door to go and try to get a job so i can have some flow. but then i was reminded that today is labour day so nothing is open and i'm filled with dismay.
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