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April 5th, 2004


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2004.0405.2140::Well, that worked swimmingly...
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As detailed in this excessively-tardy post, my exquisite corpse poem (I switched the order to make it at the very least coherent):
For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love;
And hold us in derision
Which, despite the brevity, is really quite emo,
What is your emo band name? by spiralinghalo
Your band name is:Broken Sidewalks for Empty Planets
You sound like:Foo Fighters
You will be signed to:Warner Bros. Records
Your emo lyrics are:"Don't make me hate you anymore than I can already"
Name:
Created with quill18's MemeGen 3.0!

The funny thing about that line is it kinda echoes one I wrote a while ago:
Sometimes I hate you, for what I've done to me.


My friendsfriends exquisite corpse poem works as well, and is considerably longer:
And he bore the badge of gameness in his bright and fiery eye
But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed;
He spoke. And drank rapidly a glass of water
And keep him there; and let him thence escape
In this misty place where hunger finds us
rimed and glowing with perfect indifference
nodding off amid dust motes and leather
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why
This is a dead scene forever now.
lilies without, roses within
I stood in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs.
Two loves I have, of comfort and despair
Dreaming as the summers die:
until the moss had reached our lips
From what I've tasted of desire
dreaming their eyes have opened to your morning
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
did you know that hunger makes the eyes sparkle that thirst dims them


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