Thanks for the picture. When is the deadline?
Thanks for the picture. When is the deadline?
Without any form of punctuation, our language would not say "I'm perfect"; it would say "imperfect".
"Access to works of art cannot be defined solely in terms of physical accessibility, since works of art exist only for those who have the means of understanding them."
Blowing in the Wind
Jack Skellington chased Mary Poppins
Half-way cross the storybook page
Never realized that the wind she rode
Sent her on to other cases
Jack Skellington went back home
To his pieced together experimental wife
Never trust a woman who rides the updrafts
Stick with the one that's there in troubled times...
Pendragon (C) January 2, 2014
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
His lady friends, they rarely stay.
Sometimes they're even blown away
Much like Clarice the other day.
He told her that umbrellas may,
When opened, tease the wind to play
With rain and turn his blue world gray.
up in the air
goes the fair lady in black
green is there
wearing a rare
symbol of care
rain to it
blossoms a string
image of spring
in grey and sings:
''oh winter bring
perfect a sling''
Last edited by cacian; 01-18-2014 at 07:47 AM.
it may never try
but when it does it sigh
it is just that
good
it fly
Bump and one week to the deadlineOriginally Posted by prendrelemick
There you go.
ay up
Hoping to have one by then.
It's not a strict deadline!
ay up
Before you became a star in the sky
Let my love come to you, let me try
Lunging at my love bird moving high
Umbrella in hand, harsh weather nigh
If you went alone my heart will ever cry
Take me along, my love,I wanna die!
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When asked how World War III would be fought, Einstein replied that he didn't know. But he knew how World War IV would be fought: With sticks and stones.
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The Temporal Separation
The wind of storm will carry me
Beyond the coldest grey of blue,
Against the thick weight of rain
Pushing the ribs of my umbrella,
Pulling the train of my wet skirt.
I shall go to the farthest moon,
The nether world of dead goths,
The darkest cosmos of vampires,
To beg the ghostly god of stars
For another life to be with you.
Last edited by miyako73; 01-19-2014 at 04:36 PM.
"You laugh at me because I'm different, I laugh at you because you're all the same."
--Jonathan Davis
More Meat Pies
Long before Roswell
during Victoria's reign,
a pair of Grays settled
at 17 Cherry Tree Lane.
She was a nanny
that answered to Julie.
Van Dyke ashed his fanny
sweeping flues in Bexley.
Their Olympus Mons diet
made 'em thin as a rail
an inconvenience on Earth
during a Gowk Storm Gale.
Last edited by Gilliatt Gurgle; 01-19-2014 at 11:25 AM. Reason: corrected Bexley
Thank you everybody. Now this is the very very very last call! (almost)
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last call to what prendrelemick? do you mean the deadline? haha
it may never try
but when it does it sigh
it is just that
good
it fly
Yup! I have begun my cogitations.
ay up
I share your frustrations prendrelemick lol if only life congitated for us we would be kings and queens
Last edited by cacian; 01-18-2014 at 01:10 PM.
it may never try
but when it does it sigh
it is just that
good
it fly
Here's a poem made from my favourite lines of the above.
To his pieced together experimental wife
Van Dyke ashed his fanny
The nether world of dead goths,
Lunging at my love bird moving high
His lady friends, they rarely stay.
''oh winter bring
perfect a sling''.
It was a close thing between mazHur and Miyako, But I declare mazHur the winner - I liked the wild proclaimation.
Last edited by prendrelemick; 01-19-2014 at 04:22 PM.
ay up
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