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Grex > Enigma > #74: Life Goes On, a Sophomoric Poem | |
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remmers
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Life Goes On, a Sophomoric Poem
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Jun 2 06:52 UTC 1992 |
We have met our maker and he is us,
Stewing in the juices of our ancestors
We are yet as cooks, adding new flavors to the pot,
The devouring and yet the devoured,
We have met our destroyer and he is us.
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remmers
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response 1 of 32:
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Sep 14 03:58 UTC 1992 |
Pretty bad, eh?
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md
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response 2 of 32:
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Sep 14 20:43 UTC 1992 |
It's not merely bad, it's the cause of badness in others.
Shame on you.
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carl
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response 3 of 32:
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Feb 18 22:20 UTC 1993 |
Yeah, I had a bad spot too, until I combed my hair over it.
Actually, I like the poem. And could I get a sandwich to go?
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chi1taxi
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response 4 of 32:
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Mar 2 13:17 UTC 1995 |
Excellent!
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kami
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response 5 of 32:
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Mar 3 19:20 UTC 1995 |
urph.
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orinoco
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response 6 of 32:
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Apr 6 23:17 UTC 1995 |
I like it....I'll have two to go...
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carl
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response 7 of 32:
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Jul 17 18:27 UTC 1996 |
That reminds me....I have to go too...
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remmers
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response 8 of 32:
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Jul 17 23:29 UTC 1996 |
Chalky! I thought you had already went!! Nice to see you!!!
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carl
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response 9 of 32:
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Jul 19 18:43 UTC 1996 |
Snord! I had went already!! I thought nobody was looking!!!
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alfee
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response 10 of 32:
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Jul 27 20:40 UTC 1996 |
I'll go too, while I'm here, but I think I'll gladly go to the ladies' room.
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carl
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response 11 of 32:
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Jul 29 17:29 UTC 1996 |
And I'm just happy to go here and go there without any particular
destination in mind.
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lee
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response 12 of 32:
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May 22 19:09 UTC 1997 |
what sandwich?
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carl
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response 13 of 32:
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May 30 19:39 UTC 1997 |
the one I use to cover the bad spot.
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lee
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response 14 of 32:
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May 31 20:44 UTC 1997 |
So what do you use to cover the good spot?
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i
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response 15 of 32:
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Nov 8 01:37 UTC 1997 |
Baked beans.
(2 of them, to be precise.)
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snowth
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response 16 of 32:
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Nov 8 03:50 UTC 1997 |
Wow, that's one huge good spot you've got there, son!
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orinoco
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response 17 of 32:
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Nov 8 03:56 UTC 1997 |
No, just damn small beans.
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lee
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response 18 of 32:
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Nov 9 03:26 UTC 1997 |
did you squish them by accident so they're small?
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diznave
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response 19 of 32:
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Jan 7 15:58 UTC 1998 |
Variety may be the spice of life, but *spice* is the spice of food.
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orinoco
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response 20 of 32:
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Jan 13 04:13 UTC 1998 |
Yes, but is Life a varitey of spice?
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i
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response 21 of 32:
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Jan 14 05:05 UTC 1998 |
Spice is the variety of food, and valerie is the spice of grex.
Perfectly square wooden blocks may be stacked infinitely high if you don't
fall off the stepladder and knock them over.
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lee
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response 22 of 32:
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Jan 14 16:11 UTC 1998 |
How about a house of cards?
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i
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response 23 of 32:
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Jan 15 03:32 UTC 1998 |
After a bit (if you're good), the house of cards reaches the point
where you can't breathe lest it fall over. Somewhat later (if you're
really good) it reaches the point where you can't move, either.
Progress after that is understandably slow.
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lee
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response 24 of 32:
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Jan 15 16:51 UTC 1998 |
But of course that's when the dog knocks you over.
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