Dark Poetry #3 |
One Big Fat Blank |
EleanorMoonbaby Member
since 2002-09-02
Posts 202England, UK |
Do you hear that noise? A sort of pounding noise. Repetitive. Irritating beyond all belief. It's not your pulse, getting faster and faster as you get more and more wound up by this. It's not the dull thud of woefully bad Ibiza dance remixes. It sure as hell isn't the grim reaper, galloping along, scythe withdrawn. Nope. It's Just Me Banging My Head Against A Wall. (Sorry, this is a bit random, isn't it?) "Last night, I had a dream that I went to the doctors, and she gave me eight minutes to live. I'd spent thirty minutes in the f***ing waiting room"- S |
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Amaranthine Member
since 2002-10-06
Posts 61ON Canada |
This was good. It actually made me chuckle to myself! Let me tell you , that can be a rather incredible feat, especially for a stranger (and especially for me). Well done! |
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EleanorMoonbaby Member
since 2002-09-02
Posts 202England, UK |
Thanks! Ever had that frustrated feeling? Well, this is a tribute to it! Ellie *) "Last night, I had a dream that I went to the doctors, and she gave me eight minutes to live. I'd spent thirty minutes in the f***ing waiting room"- S |
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