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Current Events => The DUmpster => Topic started by: franksolich on March 30, 2008, 03:37:45 PM
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http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=389x3080758
Oh my.
The shadowy primitive knows franksolich is scouting around for literary talent again on Skins's island, after the legendary herb primitive, Mythsaje, turned out a major major disappointment.
shadowknows69 (1000+ posts) Sun Mar-30-08 09:09 AM
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Wolf
Crouched on my haunches
Wolf am I
Always inside,
Feasting on my mind
Teeth gnashing, snarling, ripping.
Head thrashing
Back and forth
Bloody spray and salty taste
Kept on a leash
At arms length,
Sometimes shorter
Biting the hand until it feeds it.
Pale moon moves me
the hunt, the scent, they call.
I stalk alone,
In forests of thought
Foul deeds dreamed,
Must sleep until the beast is weak.
Fat and full now
On blood unspilt
Until another moon
And it's darkest calls
Disturb the wolf
That lives within us all
Crouched on my haunches
Wolf am I
Well, the shadowy primitive does have potential, but as the shadowy primitive is a taxi-cab driver in upstate New York, one suspects the shadowy primitive has some really good stories to tell about that.
But no; rather then just being a good writer, every primitive wants to be "literary."
Bah, humbug.
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They talk a big story but reality is a different thing.
Called writing a check with their mouth that their a$$ can`t keep.
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Well maybe the shadow wolf should get together with Underground Panther. They could go tail shopping or something.
Cindie
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Undies
Crouched at the toilet
Undies I am
Sick inside
Poisoned by the DUmmies
Food churning, gurgling, upheaving
Head pounding
Forward and back
Vomit spray and bile taste
Holding the lid
Crooked in my arm
At an angle
Parting the lips until it flows
Etc.