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-------------------------------------------Mood: The UsualTake a look at http://www.muckypig.com/thepigpen/index.php
Small site, big ideas, wonderful people who genuinely workshop....Created 2011-07-18 15:33:33 |
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-------------------------------------------Mood: The UsualOk, ok... I'm trying to stay regular but the bran is faulty.
I will try harder....Created 2011-03-07 04:57:05 |
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-------------------------------------------Mood: The UsualYes, I know I only just got here, but I'll be away for a few days -- it's a rare weekend without the kids, so it's dinner and movies and lazing on the beach for us. It's a hard life really......Created 2011-01-06 20:21:00 |
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-------------------------------------------Mood: The UsualDoes anyone know how to stop all the stupid squiggles when you cut and paste text?
That's just a little bit annoying....Created 2011-01-04 22:40:29 |
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-------------------------------------------Mood: The UsualThis is an ex-parrot....Created 2006-06-22 01:04:53 |
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Me tatties are burnin
Me kitchen’s on fire
I’m anxious me granny
Is soon to expire
But I’m just too busy
I can’t look aroun’
I’m trying to figure out
22-down!
...Created 2006-05-20 17:46:31 |
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You’re plastic fantastic with skin inelastic
A botoxing robotic pile
You’ve had every type of nip, tuck and lipo
And teeth multiplied in your smile
To push back the autumn you went out and bought ‘em
Blepharo, rhino and brow
Silicone chest of a size to impress
Everything cash would allow
But your man says he knows what is under your clothes
A miserably sad sack of bone
So he’s got a new blonde of whom he’s quite fond
And you’re plastic at home all alone
...Created 2006-05-20 02:25:38 |
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-------------------------------------------Mood: The UsualFor my dear Irish lassie
If I were to tell you a fireside tale
Of a poet with sparks in her eyes
Would you believe that the story was true?
I shall try, and I’ll tell you no lies.
The wild child came with a passion intense
Bearing sustenance when we were starving
With rhythm innate and a keen sense of fun
We fell into the niche she was carving
Of heroes and gods, of children, of men
All subjects with equal aplomb
So mo chroidh, sit you down with a poteen or two
Rest a while, watch the accolades come
...Created 2006-05-18 22:33:35 |
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I wonder if anyone else here hates writing.
I don't smoke. I don't do drugs. I don't gamble. I drink very little. I hardly even eat chocolate.
I write. And I despise every word. ...Created 2006-05-17 20:15:27 |
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Journal: A-Musement
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I love to write, I cannot lie
It’s an autoerotic compulsion
No need to cuff me to a tree
All covered in latex emulsion
Just give me a pen of quality
And virgin page to plunder
I shall caress the treasure chest
Of words with reverent wonder
Let flow the creativity
To fill the lyrical ocean
At last in joyous union we
Unbind the wild emotion
My muse and I, with passion grand
Can think of nothing greater
Than poetry to fire the veins
With life as a creator
...Created 2006-05-16 23:59:57 |
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Be kind, take a few minutes to review the hard work of others <3
It means a lot to them, as it does to you.
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