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matcom Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Jul-15-05 08:12 PM
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DS1 Is My Baby's Mother But She Spends All Her Time With His Horse
and there is "stuff" in my pool. :crazy:

:cry:
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Elidor Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Jul-15-05 08:23 PM
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1. Your gene pool?
I believe it.
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Ramsey Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Jul-15-05 08:35 PM
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2. Is this surrealist poetry night?
I wish I had known!

in secret
be quiet say nothing
except the street be full of stars
and the prisoners eat doves
and the doves eat cheese
and the cheese eats words
and the words eat bridges
and the bridges eat looks
and the looks eat cups full of kisses in the orchata
that hides all with its wings
the butterfly the night
in a cafe last summer
in Barcelona

By Pablo Picasso
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matcom Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Jul-15-05 08:38 PM
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3. Listen...
"Strange women lyin' in ponds distributin' swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony. "
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Ramsey Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Jul-15-05 08:46 PM
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4. Shouldn't you be in bed?
OK, here's one of my own. Don't worry, not about you baby :loveya:, some long gone loser:

I was in the city once, you know I love it there, everything’s so vital, even though it smells really bad. I saw you on every street corner, in the back of every head, in every gait, in every man rushing towards me. I thought I was going crazy. But then I realized that I was right. I’m afraid I have to tell you that you aren’t special anymore, but you brought it on yourself. You were larger than life but you blew it. You let me see that one slimy scale lingering on, that one primordial vestige, that creeping anathema of mankind, thank god I’m exempt, and I could finally go to sleep without saying a prayer for the morning after. Red, red wine and all that crap.
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