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idrift2u Member
since 2002-07-09
Posts 60MD., USA |
The clouds whisper banana surprise in my ear. How about a ride down town tonight, my dear? Consequently, I have had too many wrapped chickens for one. Under the barrel, midnight sun, left over vacation fun. Wondering without slipping is obviously unheard of, Though too many Oreos without milk goes solo. 'Tis, this my own bad breath coming back to haunt me? Maybe so, but only the unknown knows. For this is goodnight and forever good-bye, The scarecrow cries with a banana peel in his eye. |
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Anvrill Senior Member
since 2002-06-21
Posts 710in the interzone now |
To me, this really reads like something Jhonen Vasquez would write. 'Course, I don't know if anyone but me and bsquirrel knows who Vasquez is.  "Es ist Folter, aber ich bin fast dort." Robert Smith's Torture in Deutsch. |
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brian sites Senior Member
since 2002-06-25
Posts 1475usa |
this is much better than lmnop's version I never aimed at reality; I aimed at truth. --Orson Welles |
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idrift2u Member
since 2002-07-09
Posts 60MD., USA |
Yeah, I like the new colors.. |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Makes me want to eat a potassium stick (what my mom calls a banana) She said burn ... together. |
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