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Two bloodshot eyes
Brief compilation
Maybe it was survival’s test
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by me vashpliak
Two bloodshot eyes
Brief compilation
Maybe it was survival’s test
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Posted in Spam Poetry, User Submissions.
– November 30, 2009
by Betsy Siemsen
Her gun came up and pointed steadily.
You can’t accept your condition and attempt a new life.
Attend me carefully; the subject is dense.
Fascinated, he began an eye search for habitations.
He will be as pleased as the Zard.
He had taken death before he would deal it Jommy Cross frowned.
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– November 30, 2009
by Cornelia Schader
He called out: Whoever owns this fruit, please listen to me.
The three performers went on to another feat.
Then up another stage and another.
Sleep in the sun, if you are so of a mind.
He raised his hand in a majestic gesture.
The place had the look and feel of being on a planet.
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– November 30, 2009
by Shelton Tesler
It can’t be Spotswoode and it can’t be Lindquist.
He recalled the last time he had seen the empress on the stats.
There were quick minds in this room.
I’d rather you put it in the bank now, as a reserve fund.
She could not pass through that barrier.
That meant there should be no difficulty getting home again.
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– November 30, 2009
by Nilsa Siprasoeuth
Desmei said only, You are here too late.
The Ska also controlled the lands along the top of the Long Dann.
And what manner of slan was it that couldn’t read minds?
I hold it in my hand, then presto and hey-nonny-no!
Sunlight shone over the cliffs and down upon the beach.
He inserted his finger into the loop and pulled.
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– November 30, 2009
by Russ Wrighton
He was no longer genuinely impressed by the new machines. Ptath, spend this morning with me, listen to what I have to say.
It would be interesting to know the number of names. Other shapes blurred in and out of focus.
At nightfall they pitched camp and dined upon molluscs and crabs. The room was in almost complete darkness.
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– November 22, 2009
by t-tedderbarb ggl traction brad zuetenhorst
But as on the evening before
On a table in the main hall
This attitude proved in the end to be possessed of a disconcertingly slender foundation
Striding down the hall in her nightgown and cap
And she tore me away from Bessie
What a dreadful scream
And the small Olympian Bear
In a piece of scarlet flannel
He asked
Watch all night watch all night
Wood and clay wood and clay
Smoke all night smoke all night
Bessie came in with a pastry tart for me
Because your son had knocked me down
It was starting to get dark in the Red Room
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– November 22, 2009
by Lauri Garczynski
Yonder is a manse with appointments sufficient for your comfort.
Sir Pom-Pom took the chalice in trembling hands.At her behest an adventurous boy named Traven undertakes a quest.
Barbara said suddenly, “You took a long chance on us, didn’t you?”If we are not executed out of hand we will go to the mines. Follow my instructions to the letter.
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– November 22, 2009
by Lucilla %LNAME
Some reflex prevented any intake of water.
I could neither advocate nor even suggest such a thought!The revolver fell, a shapeless, tattered blob, to the floor.
The crier looked toward Lord Emmence.See that you take nothing that does not belong to you.
I honestly didn t expect you to come up here carrying a bomb.
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– November 9, 2009
by Bernarda Posthumus
The visitors were ushered away. She will not tell you, but I will!
Dordolio pulled at his mustache, raised his eyes toward the sky.Down it settled, and Cugel’s joints became limp and loose.
Who protected Rughalt when his body burned from inside out?The red-haired brat wears a golden clasp.
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– November 9, 2009