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12-19-2011, 06:39 AM
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The Un-Tuckian
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Zombie plumbers don't want no brains,
They stagger around looking for draaaaaiiiins.
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12-19-2011, 06:46 AM
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Person who doesn't update the user title
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She's choppin' broccoli...
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12-19-2011, 07:53 AM
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Slattern of the Swail
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12-19-2011, 08:00 AM
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12-19-2011, 04:16 PM
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Join Date: Jun 2007
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Nice, Bri. I wish I could write like that!
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12-19-2011, 06:06 PM
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Join Date: Nov 2005
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You stand over me in your shame
The cold fried Chicken crumbs Descend on me like tears Like tiny little failure flakes on a grave Wash them down now, wash them down Close the fridge, you left it open Tip up that glass of Vodka, friend I'll take it when you're done Leave it for the morning, leave it behind The morning sun through the window will find it there With the last smudge of lipstick From the date you were on You had JUST ONE glass of wine And you had the Fish And you only ate half And you didn't even like him But with me, you are honest. These remnants of food and drink bestowed on me in shame They lift me up, they fill me I am your friend. I am your Kitchen Sink. PS. Comet burns my throat. kthxbai
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12-19-2011, 06:37 PM
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Goon Squad Leader
Join Date: Nov 2004
Location: Seattle
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+1 clever
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12-21-2011, 06:44 AM
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We have to go back, Kate!
Join Date: Apr 2004
Location: Yorkshire
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Fucking brilliant.
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12-21-2011, 02:19 PM
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We have to go back, Kate!
Join Date: Apr 2004
Location: Yorkshire
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I've just been clearing the top of the stairs (ugh...just ugh) and came across one of several notepads, taken up mainly with to do lists, but with a poem in pencil on the inside cover. I remember writing it. It was about 2 or 3 years ago. It was quite literally a 'kitchen sink poem' and the page is slightly crinkly at the corner where some water dripped onto it :p
I've come across it several times and spotted the poem just in time to not throw the pad away...and looked at it, unsure of where it should go. It is one of those unfinished pieces that litter my life :P Here it is: The air is brittle and cold, and smells of distant bonfires. The light seems fragile and thin, like new ice sheeting across a lake. There is a warning in the wind, This year is dying.
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12-22-2011, 10:30 AM
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Person who doesn't update the user title
Join Date: Mar 2011
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I love poetry. I can see it when it's good, but I sure can't write it. There's some real talent here in the Cellar!
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