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Offline Hex535

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Wordplay journal
« on: May 25, 2014, 04:44:11 am »
Post whatever kind of writing you want here.
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Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore —
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

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Re: Wordplay journal
« Reply #1 on: May 25, 2014, 04:44:32 am »
I dont know what my problem is so please don't ask
maybe its the lack of cash, maybe its that you cant grasp,
the fact that I always feel like crap, the fact that I always come up last,
I try to move but the hints always appear so fast,
I'm a fucking demon, please leave me in the past,
your life will get much better when you date flocking fair-weather,
friends that circulate on slim social tethers,
I work my ass off for measures that maybe someday you'll remember
that I did this for you and you and all of you who mattered,
so to throw me out like rags has left me pretty fucking tattered,
not real hard to say 'Hi how are ya?' guess that's to much chatter,
but who gives a fuck about it, I'll work till my body's shattered,
withered, and battered, but I'll never be as matted as the holes
in the fucking jeans he's wearing, designed by kids in china,
while you both sit in fucking mansions,
telling each other "HELL YEA THIS IS PASSION"
while I keep fucking working and search my mind for a ration,
portion, sliver, one last bastion
of sanity
but its leaving me
so for you I give my dignity
and to the rest I know I'm shitty
but I'm tired of feeling the same way as the fucking city
and I'm tired of feeling how you want me to feel
and I'm fucking tired so just forget me already.
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Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore —
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

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Re: Wordplay journal
« Reply #2 on: May 25, 2014, 04:55:12 am »
But isn't that what this whole forum is for pretty much? Or do you just mean incomplete writing scraps and that sort of thing?
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Re: Wordplay journal
« Reply #3 on: May 25, 2014, 05:14:06 am »
I guess anything intended for an audience makes sense.
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Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore —
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

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Re: Wordplay journal
« Reply #4 on: June 03, 2014, 10:03:03 pm »
Quoting Night Shift:

"Get rich or try dying,
get a bitch, drink a stein,
get what I'm saying? Super Saiyan capitalist inflammation,
Ibuprofen, Head ache Inclination,
prepubescent, Warthog Procreation,
Ear busting beats, friction in the sheets, blood in the streets,
Verbal Candy Sweets!
Give me the Swedish, Fiendish, Devious massage
session, WHOOPSIE, Inside out erection!
Dripping pussy lips Chris Taylor's Salvation!
Get him a Fiji, call it Dehydration!
Thristy trick can't spit a lick, spit on Marshall, spit, SPIT, SPIT!!!
cause it's been hours, smell like shit, SHIT, SHIT!!!
blanket, walk by, smell like a TV dinner, BANQUET!
THIS BEAT, ANOTHER GALAXY, AND I CLAIMED IT!
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Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore —
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
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