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Post by xs on Aug 8, 2002 18:41:24 GMT -5
everyday i step into a small white room turn on the screen, i'm cruisin' the scene the connections to the universe are drills buzzing in my head projections on the wall, my protection from dim reality
ripping braincells of pain and good and cool and could to shreds...
losing track of realtime in this fantastic fiction this tiny white room is my most potent addiction truth and lies and things seen in your 'good guy' way if i continue at this rate, i'll never see the true light of day
i can't turn off these mysterious images of you in my mind its all engrained from hours with you online... --------------------
yeah... xs .~*^POof!^*~.
p.s. I'd like my anonymous posting on the other board :x
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Post by xs on Aug 8, 2002 18:44:44 GMT -5
truth and lies and things seen in your 'good guy' way
change that to
truth and lies and all things seen through your eyes
..er somethin' hahah
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Post by Poeticsiren on Aug 8, 2002 22:06:04 GMT -5
Hey XS! Nice job! We'll see what we can do about the anonymous posting on the other board . I like how it flows...nice flowing currents. L.
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Post by luceluna on Aug 10, 2002 3:19:26 GMT -5
i'm working on the guest thing, dan.... can't you just sign up and leave all the details apart from username/password blank? or is it the chameleon name-changing thang you're after? and i'm not going to comment on the poem until it's posted on the new board!
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Post by luceluna on Aug 10, 2002 8:03:45 GMT -5
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