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User	Black Rock Tractor | 2008-03-13 |
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Message	splay my balls like cantelope suck the juice like nectar pluck my eyeballs like olives on a toothpick rip out my intestine through my anus and stuff it with politicians

User	Black Rock Tractor | 2005-06-01 |
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Message	the ginger snaps lick my balls suck me suck me lollipop walls the penis rises, later it falls but not before it peeks through the door of a lucky lucky doll slip slurp, get me off rip your skirt if you must the drip drop on your bust looks like icing oh yeah oh yeah right there right there that’s it don’t stop OK now bite me punch me in the face oh god that feels good

User	Black Rock Tractor | 2005-04-25 |
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Message	Born to the tit of Athena All there was to see Was seen before weening Now these lips are dry and cracked suckling the buttons on a remote control The eyes that guide them weep with no tears for the world they see And the world, it weeps with tears of acid and ashes for the heart it lost in blindness

User	Black Rock Tractor | 2005-04-21 |
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Message	the poetry trapped inside has escaped and run away so that apart the parts could proliferate

User	nameless_nobody | 2005-04-19 |
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Message	*runs in while BRT is out, chnges all the locks boards up the windows and sits in the middle of this place mumbling about quaters rights*

User	Black Rock Tractor | 2005-03-29 |
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Message	This may seem an odd statement of love, but let me say anyway, and please read with open mind, that in the times we spend apart I meet many women. Do not let this rub you the wrong way, it is nicer than it sounds, and I must tell you the truth; whether their breasts be big or small their size is never quite right. These lines, I know, they stumble along, drunk with glee that you see them. I am a bumbling fool, too, when your beautiful eyes see mine, and I drink of your soul. I love you.

User	Black Rock Tractor | 2005-03-25 |
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Message	Love is the filler of the void of the lonely, assuaging the emptiness so often mentioned in poems like this that bound on the pointless. But my love has been poured from the pitcher of happinesss by the distance between us and my hapless intuition, forsaking the life that I pictured us living in each others arms, forever.

User	Black Rock Tractor | 2005-03-20 |
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Message	life is a poem but this is not life it’s only an attempt to understand loss as the measure of love what can be said is that more than we need love we need not to lose it but often we do and there’s nothing more brutal than wishing it hadn’t gone away and the end is always too sudden

User	Black Rock Tractor | 2005-03-18 |
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Message	make me your whited sepulchre your fleshy vice devour my penis in the trench of your thighs grant me no fantasies, or escapes from reality make them unnecessary, fuck me, claw me pulverize my desire to a dust of exhaustion with your buttocks, your breasts and the palms of your hands kneading away the frailties of manhood with the touch of a woman

User	Black Rock Tractor | 2005-03-16 |
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Message	An old, wooden bench that once belonged to Bernard Baruch holds magazines covered with the faces of rich people. My mom tells me how she bought it from the church after it tore down the former home of Camden’s greatest citizen to build a new dining hall. Nevermind that the town is mostly covered with trees and ubiquitous brick buildings of no particular provenance. It’s funny how most of the furniture was bought by church members, and the building contract was given to a deacon. The least these fat bastards could have done was to build a gym for their own children, but I guess the past isn’t the only thing that they don’t give a rat’s ass about.

User	Black Rock Tractor | 2005-03-15 |
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Message	love turns into jazz music spinning bee-bop steps and endless solos in a dimly lit bar where even the band is an audience and everyone empathizes with the syncopated highs and lows each note leading a blind song through a haze of smoke and brass whispers

User	Learah | 2005-03-15 |
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Message	Hmmm... I thought you didn’t read much? Doesn’t really sound like my cup of tea. I’m SO not an intellectual reader. I just want a good story, heavy prose kills me stone dead...

User	Black Rock Tractor | 2005-03-14 |
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Message	No, it’s not obscure, but it’s on almost every page of the C-H Brewitt Taylor translation of Romance of the Three Kingdoms. So are words like "obeisance" and "vanguard". I’n not saying they don’t exist in current usage, just that the books I read growing up used them a whole heap more than the latest John Grisham novel or Hemmingway classic. "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" is, by the way, an extremely taxing book to read, and only for the diehard multi-cultural enthusiast.

User	Learah | 2005-03-14 |
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Message	Um, I don’t think "asunder" is particularly obscure. I just think that NC isn’t very well-read.

User	Black Rock Tractor | 2005-03-14 |
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Message	Yeah, I came into using that word because it was so widely used by the victorian translators of chinese literature. That’s where I’ve gotten a lot of less common words. I’ve read them so much that they feel natural. They’re good words.

User	Learah | 2005-03-14 |
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Message	LOL "asunder" is a word! "a·sun·der ( P ) Pronunciation Key (-sndr) adv. Into separate parts or pieces: broken asunder. Apart from each other either in position or in direction: The curtains had been drawn asunder. " In future, check dodgy words in a dictionary before you attack people.

User	_NC_cloud | 2005-03-13 |
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Message	asunder

User	Learah | 2005-03-13 |
Subject	untitled
Message	Um.. what words did he make up?

User	_NC_cloud | 2005-03-13 |
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Message	how do i have no idea, about what dumb ass? what do you have any sort of powers over this forum? you are dumb. use actual words and dont make them up. and mabye you wouldent have to deal with me if you put these in youre journal.

User	Black Rock Tractor | 2005-03-13 |
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Message	This _NC_cloud person has no idea, does he?