Mon Dec 17 01:40:52 2001
Mon Dec 17 04:47:19 2001
...
something something
something something
something, something else!
Mon Dec 17 04:58:38 2001
Fear not however! There is a challenger to my great poetic drivel! ANd that is me for I am my own challenger.
In the next few days I shall embark upon writing a poem more grand then my last masterpiece here.
When the time comes where you all shall lay your eyes upon my words you will find your soul taken by the firm grip of my talent and made a slave to the beauty of my gift.
I am the master of smam poetry.
And slaves I shall make of OSY regulars.
For he who smams in ryhme,
Has way to much time.
See!!! what did I say! My next poem will be great. I can already feel its words coarse through my blood.
And then IG will return as my words will inspire his heart to live all that is beautiful and fine in this world while forgetting the sadness and depression that lays within our wicked unrelenting shadows.
And that kids is an example of how bullshit REALLY helps in writing fancy shmancy stuff that people will leave saying, "my god that was brilliant!"
:biggrin:
Mon Dec 17 07:16:58 2001
Mon Dec 17 13:03:40 2001
Love does not spring forth
Of it's own accord, sadly.
There are many rules.Before Love, Freindship.
Before Love, Understanding.
Before Love, Beauty.
Beauty, not of the body.
But, Beauty born of the Soul.
I Win, j00 all Lose. ;) :biggrin:
Mon Dec 17 17:06:03 2001
I Win, j00 all Lose.
No. I WIN :biggrin:
..cause I got teh dual athlons and all teh poopy-headed smam. Who needs teh wimmen :cheesy:
(oops, I should have said "who needs teh wimmen", now OW's brain will go into meldown" :) )