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Post by LivingDeadGirl on Apr 18, 2004 15:41:29 GMT -5
Ok, I'll see what I can throw together!  And I'm anxiously awaiting more from john!! |
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Post by Heineken Skywalker on Apr 19, 2004 18:02:38 GMT -5
Hmm, seems we've got some talented mofo's on these boards. Keep up the good work, folks!
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Post by LivingDeadGirl on Apr 19, 2004 18:10:59 GMT -5
Thank you...flattery will get you everywhere. ;D
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Post by frankenjohn on Apr 20, 2004 5:32:38 GMT -5
I'ma put Maniac Matt on tomorrow.
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Post by LivingDeadGirl on May 10, 2004 19:32:42 GMT -5
I'ma put Maniac Matt on tomorrow. Hey frankenjohn, how are you coming along w/ your screenplays? We're waiting for more!  |
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Post by LivingDeadGirl on May 10, 2004 19:35:13 GMT -5
Ok, this is what happens when I sit around & watch the news too much...  "The Killing Time" Blood on the ground Blood on their hands Killing and being killed For what they believe in Race, religion, politics, morality All writhe in the filthy knot of the crusade Searching for victory in the madness One entity wielding absolute power Stripping individuals and individuality Until theres nothing left but an empty void That he can fill with is own perception of reality A woman dies at the hands of a lover A baby dies cold and alone in a gutter Wasted humantiy litters the streets And we walk by with a blind eye Caring about nothing but the next big score Or if today will be the day our lucky number finally comes up Killing For love, money, revenge, power Killing for the sake of killing When the killing time is over And there's no one left to blame What will be left? And what will be gained? |
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Post by ZapRowsdower on May 10, 2004 19:56:08 GMT -5
I wrote this sonnet for my Senior English class, it's about my struggle with depression.
"Song of the Recurring Nightmare."
The night is dark, I cannot see the light
A cold breeze blows, I shiver; I am cold
The tunnel’s deep, the end is not in sight
The dream is bad, but worse will soon unfold
A sudden pause, I sense an evil air
I turn around; A demon dark and black
To try and tame the beast, I do not dare
My fingers tremble, chills run down my back
It cackles at me whilst I gaze in fear
At the horrid sight, I let out a cry
It will not go away, it remains near
Tears run down my cheek, I wish I would die
Alas, I wake; still feel the pain and lies,
But come what may, someday the sun will rise.
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Post by Bartwald on May 11, 2004 12:18:02 GMT -5
Hey frankenjohn, how are you coming along w/ your screenplays? We're waiting for more! Most apparently, frankenjohn's 'tomorrow' has some deeper meaning than just our cliched 'it's the day right after today'... ;D Seriously now: good pieces, guys! |
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Post by frankenjohn on May 11, 2004 15:31:35 GMT -5
Tomorrow in my world is a few months... ;D
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Post by LivingDeadGirl on May 11, 2004 17:10:53 GMT -5
Wow! Good stuff Smitty! We wanna hear more! I guess he meant tomorrow in the alternate frankenjohn universe! ;D But we're still anxiously awaiting. |
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