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Sunday, December 30, 2007 
I'm in a pickle. a pickle jar.
Cupping in my palms your dripping regurgitated shit.

How lovely, how lovely, we cradled these thoughts. Repeatedly relaying them amongst ourselves.
Our linear smiles met end to end, describing best what words alone could not scream.

Fasten your fingers beneath your seat.
Anticipate the anesthetized descent.

I turned to the side and saw you smile as the back of your head melted off of your bones.

So easy peasy like mac-n-cheesy.

Our eyes drooled out an unending flood, washing away your skin.
Yet still you sat with your drawn-on smile, blinking away like the flashes of a dying camera.
Currently listening:
Press the Eject and Give Me the Tape
By Bauhaus
Release date: 27 June, 1995
‡New World Worder‡
Benjamin Jenkins

 
Some of us don't have seats.
 
Posted by ‡New World Worder‡ on Sunday, December 30, 2007 - 11:01 AM
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kymm

 
Sorry. Due to our lack of funds, we are only able to provide 3 and a 1/2 seats. The rest will just have to dig their nails into the cement and hang on for dear life.
 
Posted by kymm on Sunday, December 30, 2007 - 11:04 AM
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Dead Gnome

 
You just made me not want to eat pickles for a moment, but that moment has past, and I am off to find myself some Baby Dills to masticate. I like this, you have some cool sounds going on in this little bit. Cheerio.
 
Posted by Dead Gnome on Saturday, February 02, 2008 - 2:07 AM
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kymm

 
Enjoy your mastication!
 
Posted by kymm on Saturday, February 02, 2008 - 2:44 AM
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kymm



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