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September 15, 2007
This guy.....hey this is THE GUY. This guy right here. He's good. Makes me wish I WAS ALIVE.
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November 21, 2005
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September 21, 2005
ZANE. How can I explain? His prowess for killing humans remains unmatched. Watch your fucking back. And yet, deep inside this formidable opponent, there is an almost sensual and delicate core, inviting you ever closer to inspect. Then - whammo - you're iced. Cold hearted and very deadly. Watch out.
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Anonymous Mucous Feast-of-Evil

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Mon, July 14, 2008 - 7:10 PM permalink
Thu, June 12, 2008 - 5:25 PM permalink
I'm swine and plankton  remember

that algae and the face it secretes

(always remembering those sweating buildings

and the burning cross of negation

the face  the face  that foul mouth REASON

those talking pimples  remember

being pressed to the grindstone

swallowing swathes of universal mummy

the cowardly factions that fell and followed

those smooth-faced familiars

remember

- I'm ungovernable towers

flesh piled up and impaled on the SCAR-FACE

halting the whip and its slick sisters

I swallow the witch and-organisms

secreted by those  frogs in their grave

remember

"the winding oceans' flight"

those hourglass-fungi's

fickleness

those drugged dogs who promise that night'll fall

that crawl like crayfish

always braying like the alien ass

remember

sure  remember  remember  those curves in the swelling-up matrices

- I'm tribal a burning wet pole
Wed, May 7, 2008 - 10:12 PM permalink
swift cobblestones never-to-be-giants the tidepool congeals star-craft-flotsam conjoining reveries deaf-to-cleverness

 ice flaps its wings I polish my foolishness just playing

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Thu, April 17, 2008 - 10:52 PM permalink
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