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brighn
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response 95 of 178:
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Feb 8 03:52 UTC 2001 |
Hm. Everybody had been using 5, I thought that was the number.
*shrug*
I don't care. For that matter, I don't care if people ignore my list and go
on with a different one. It's just a distraction anyway.
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lumen
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response 96 of 178:
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Feb 8 04:18 UTC 2001 |
Julie has not been here for ages. I don't think she would declare
herself a rules lawyer in this case, and would likely respond that
folks should do whatever strikes them.
(I'm sure the number she picked was arbitrary.)
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aquarum
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response 97 of 178:
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Feb 8 08:40 UTC 2001 |
"Malaclypse the Younger"
I look out with genuine misanthropy
On all those gathered to hear him speak
They bicker and fight over semantics and degrees
This mangled hodge-podge of humanity
"He always turns up, whether you invite him or not.
Might as well give the bad penny a place on the program."
"More like a bad brick. I always stub my toes
On his crackpot religion."
The ecclesiastical Jeffersonian makes his way
Through slow chiffon clouds of narcotic inconveniences
Kissing hands and shaking babies
And begins, at last, to speak of Eris
**There. It's not the best I've ever written, in fact it sucks, but it's
something.
New phrases:
airy tripod
venomous cavern
voodoo bunny
spinning contrariwise
waxen mob
have fun!
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brighn
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response 98 of 178:
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Feb 8 16:06 UTC 2001 |
hey now, I liked it. At least it wasn't cotton candy.
*ducks*
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aquarum
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response 99 of 178:
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Feb 8 17:25 UTC 2001 |
No, it's flax.
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flem
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response 100 of 178:
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Feb 8 19:42 UTC 2001 |
Actually, I rather liked it. 'Course, I think what I liked was the reference,
but hey. "Kissing hands and shaking babies" is cool. :
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remmers
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response 101 of 178:
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Feb 8 20:00 UTC 2001 |
View hidden response.
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remmers
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response 102 of 178:
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Feb 8 20:03 UTC 2001 |
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remmers
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response 103 of 178:
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Feb 8 20:04 UTC 2001 |
God sees all,
His celestial camera mounted
Atop its airy tripod.
There is no escape from
His waxen mob of angels,
Though many poor souls,
Spinning contrariwise
To the mighty vortex of His Word,
Invoking some pallid voodoo bunny
Or other impotent pagan creature
Have tried...
...Only to be consigned forever
To that venomous cavern
Known as Hell.
(Geez, did I really write that? Just call me "Ecclesiastical
Remmersonian".)
New phrases:
angry shrimp
nervous squirrel
tinted ocelot
custom loon
hyper vole
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arianna
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response 104 of 178:
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Feb 8 20:08 UTC 2001 |
(technical difficulties, john? (; )
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remmers
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response 105 of 178:
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Feb 8 20:11 UTC 2001 |
(Typos and omissions noticed after the fact. Finally got it right,
I think. Third time's the charm.)
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aquarum
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response 106 of 178:
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Feb 8 23:06 UTC 2001 |
(wow, remmer, scary stuff. Ack! Twisting a nice pagan girl's words like
that! :) Good job.)
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remmers
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response 107 of 178:
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Feb 12 14:35 UTC 2001 |
Thanks, Rebecca.
Lest everyone forget -- the new phrases, in alphabetical order
by animal, are:
custom loon
tinted ocelot
angry shrimp
nervous squirrel
hyper vole
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remmers
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response 108 of 178:
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Feb 16 00:16 UTC 2001 |
(No takers yet. And I thought it'd be easy.)
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aquarum
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response 109 of 178:
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Feb 16 05:10 UTC 2001 |
View from the Student Union Steps
It's fun to watch them all, sometimes:
The thin young man in black
With improbably coloured hair
Who struts by like some tinted ocelot;
The anthropology professor discoursing
Loudly on the habits of the Scottish crofters
Who makes of himself a custom loon
As he gets more and more fervent;
Over there is an angry shrimp of
A girl whose curly red hair
Flies as she shouts at a
Student of some obscure topic
Like ethnomusicology
Who makes himself so small
He looks like a hyper vole
As he argues back.
Beside all that, the antics
Of the nervous squirrel
Who comes down out of the trees
Is nothing.
Let's see... Words...
I dunno, give me a bit, I'm dealing with stuff.
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remmers
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response 110 of 178:
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Feb 16 12:53 UTC 2001 |
(Nice!)
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aquarum
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response 111 of 178:
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Feb 16 19:21 UTC 2001 |
Okay, words:
tasty fairies
insignificant words
mystical nailpolish
darksome moon
blinding books
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orinoco
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response 112 of 178:
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Feb 19 06:18 UTC 2001 |
Rats, missed my chance. I really was hoping to turn "hyper vole" into a pun
for "hyperbole," and it just _wasn't_ happening.
Maybe for the better, actually ;)
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aquarum
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response 113 of 178:
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Feb 19 06:48 UTC 2001 |
Yes but now you have a chance to do something with "tasty fairies" that will
make Arianna giggle.
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orinoco
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response 114 of 178:
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Feb 19 20:52 UTC 2001 |
Tempting....tempting....
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aquarum
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response 115 of 178:
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Mar 10 23:19 UTC 2001 |
Man, I thought that was a good set of words... Especially "tasty fairies"...
Just for the record, the words, once again, are:
Tasty fairies
insignificant words
mystical nailpolish
darksome moon
blinding books
won't somebody PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEz come play with me?
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remmers
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response 116 of 178:
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Mar 11 17:30 UTC 2001 |
Build me more blinding books, o my soul!
As antidote for darksome moon they have no peer.
The heaps of insignificant words will take their toll,
Unless blotted out by some siren's mystical nailpolish, I fear.
As for tasty fairies, the less said the better.
(Well, that kind of sucks, but what do you expect for a 2-minute
"poem"?)
Einstein's lozenge
lounge vipers
vorpal cushion
flashing tomb
old youth
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arianna
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response 117 of 178:
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Mar 12 18:54 UTC 2001 |
(what is with you and lozenges?)
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remmers
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response 118 of 178:
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Mar 13 21:52 UTC 2001 |
(I have no idea. Words stick in my head sometimes for no good reason.)
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brighn
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response 119 of 178:
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Mar 14 15:09 UTC 2001 |
The lounge vipers hiss and slither
Eye their prey seductively
From the safety of their vorpal cushions
Their sallow skin decays
Of old youth which speaks of Dorian
Their gold chains reflect
The flashing tomb of midlife
If their fangs sink into nubile flesh
WIll they become nubile then?
Their time has past:
Even Eintstein's lozenge of relativity
Is moot against the bitter cough of redundancy
----
tomorrow's memories
blazing coffee
invisible pride
genuine speechlessness
semiotic petulance
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