Hello one and all
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Hi My Name is Vincent.
I write poems.
I am happy to be here.
Everything else can wait.
best Regards
I write poems.
I am happy to be here.
Everything else can wait.
best Regards
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Greetings, Vincent. You seem to have put your finger on what we do here. I'd say get stuck in, but you already have. I hope you enjoy it here. The natives are mostly harmless.
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Rosencrantz: What are you playing at? Guildenstern: Words. Words. They're all we have to go on.
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drunk
i am
help
the room
is spinning
no
not spinning
/i have no words ]]
to say
i am
help
the room
is spinning
no
not spinning
/i have no words ]]
to say
It's strange how alcohol affects different people in different ways.
It seems that it turns you into the love child of e e cummings and Yoda!!!
It seems that it turns you into the love child of e e cummings and Yoda!!!
That's not a bad fate at all. The boozahol turns me, poetically speaking at least, and staying with the by-blow analogy, into the product of a knee-trembler between Sylvia Plath and Christopher Hitchens.Nash wrote:It's strange how alcohol affects different people in different ways.
It seems that it turns you into the love child of e e cummings and Yoda!!!
fine words butter no parsnips
I just get very mellow. I think I start thinking I'm Barry White, but I'm probably just Eccles. Well hello dere!k-j wrote:That's not a bad fate at all. The boozahol turns me, poetically speaking at least, and staying with the by-blow analogy, into the product of a knee-trembler between Sylvia Plath and Christopher Hitchens.Nash wrote:It's strange how alcohol affects different people in different ways.
It seems that it turns you into the love child of e e cummings and Yoda!!!
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Forgot I even wrote this.
wrote this I even forgot
Lucky it was not my bank details
my bank details it was not. Lucky.
have done that before
before have done that
wrote this I even forgot
Lucky it was not my bank details
my bank details it was not. Lucky.
have done that before
before have done that
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Hi Vincent,
I'm new here as well! I've just started writing again and am experimenting at the moment!
Nice to meet you all and I look forward to chatting with you soon!
I'm new here as well! I've just started writing again and am experimenting at the moment!
Nice to meet you all and I look forward to chatting with you soon!
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Rosencrantz: What are you playing at? Guildenstern: Words. Words. They're all we have to go on.
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We bought the ingredients from
the fuck you factory, took them home,
and unpacked them, sprayed them
out on the table, a bastard fell onto the floor,
you labelled me a prick, I picked it up,
added it to the wanks, shits, ass-holes
and whores, and quietly cursing,
I folded in the rest until a beautiful mess we made.
We gorged on fruity insults
licked moist toss-pot crumbs
from our lips, and fell to sleep full.
the fuck you factory, took them home,
and unpacked them, sprayed them
out on the table, a bastard fell onto the floor,
you labelled me a prick, I picked it up,
added it to the wanks, shits, ass-holes
and whores, and quietly cursing,
I folded in the rest until a beautiful mess we made.
We gorged on fruity insults
licked moist toss-pot crumbs
from our lips, and fell to sleep full.
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Everything should be perfect but it's so so bad.
And there is no where to go
F uck it really is hard this living lark
And there is no where to go
F uck it really is hard this living lark