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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
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tomorrow's memories
blazing coffee
invisible pride
genuine speechlessness
semiotic petulance
..
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ignatz
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response 120 of 178:
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Apr 18 05:42 UTC 2001 |
i think i wlatzed through yesterday's future.
and as i stared and watched tomorrow's memories fade,
i often ask myself if there wasn't enough time misspent.
i used to hang out in the run down hangouts with they gang.
with the highway robbery prices and the blazing coffe,
and the endless supply of cigarettes in my pocket.
i was full of an invisible pride in which i thought i was holy.
but as time went on, i got cut up, beat up and passed on,
like some old newspaper you read two days ago and threw out.
i would wonder, and still do if life is too fast.
are we moving around in circled with nothing to do anymore.
no more original work. no more inventions to change humanity.
in my genuine speechlessness, i have a word to be spoken.
no one listens, and my semiotic petulance greatens, i am annoyed.
listen, do you hear that? it's life calling. don't waltz through it.
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overwhelming anxiety
attributed forbiddance
overpowering kinmanship
hateful guidance
stricken remorse
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arianna
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response 121 of 178:
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Apr 19 09:41 UTC 2001 |
<applause>
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aquarum
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response 122 of 178:
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Apr 30 05:53 UTC 2001 |
another juliette
She pauses in overwhelming anxiety.
She must escape the hateful guidance
Which attributed forbiddance
Of her desire to the Almighty.
That overpowering kinsmanship
Will fall by her hand, when what
She does here tonight is seen.
The phial, the dagger, the cliff,
The river, it does not matter which.
Now she acts, her only regret is
That she will not see their stricken remorse.
(I really wanted to write this as a sonnet, but I'm very bad at sonnets.)
(Oh, and I'm not complaining, Ignatz, but people have gotten trashed in here
before for making their phrases "too trite." Just a warning that somebody
may fuss at you for using phrases that have ever been used anywhere before.)
new phrases:
universal putty
celestial balderdash
inherent queen
impertinant antique
zodiacal laughter
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ignatz
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response 123 of 178:
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May 9 04:30 UTC 2001 |
trite? what the fuck does trite mean? too common placed?
well, shit, i'm sorry. but seeming that i've been posting on a regular
basis in which most people have not been , then yes, i need bo
be "trite."
i write on a whim, i don't sit and think about what i write and make
sure it comes out perfect and abstract with words people need to look
up. i do it all off the top of my head. and i really don't care if it's
trite.
i like trite!!! it's almost as good as "treat" (the spam substitute)
i figured since i was new at picking out words to put together, i would
make them kinda easy at first...
not shit i got to look up meanings first.
i might as well apologize to the whole damn conference, "i'm sorry
everyone, i'm trite, and i like it."
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brighn
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response 124 of 178:
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May 9 13:48 UTC 2001 |
To quote from #0 (the rules): "the adjective must imaginatively describe the
noun in a completely new way."
So, temper tantrums and jabs aside, the phrases in this item are not supposed
to be commonplace. What you post elsewhere, and whether you make commonplace
poems out of the phrases, is up to you.
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aquarum
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response 125 of 178:
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May 10 22:20 UTC 2001 |
dude, man, don't get mad at me. *I* was trying to warn you that people might
get on your case. Don't shoot the messenger.
why get so upset, anyway?
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brighn
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response 126 of 178:
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May 10 23:39 UTC 2001 |
Yeah, get mad at me. =} I'm the one Rebecca was warning you about.
Then again, I'm the one your mother always warned you about, too. >=}
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arianna
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response 127 of 178:
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May 14 02:21 UTC 2001 |
I outta get you a shirt with that slogan printed on it, brighn. (;
don't sweat it, ignatz. I'm the fair-witness and *I* got chewed out for
chosing cliche combinations, too. [:
read responses 22 - 42. it'll make you feel better, and should give you a
little more perspective on the personalities that coexist in this
conference.
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arianna
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response 128 of 178:
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May 14 02:34 UTC 2001 |
(er, try 22-47, rather.)
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brighn
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response 129 of 178:
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May 14 03:29 UTC 2001 |
hey, I liked 47. ;} One of my smarmier pieces.
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arianna
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response 130 of 178:
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May 14 15:50 UTC 2001 |
in fact.
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flem
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response 131 of 178:
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Sep 12 21:40 UTC 2001 |
The Spam-ku archive
The indisputable, inherent queen of ersatz food,
Its putty-like consistency transmogrified into
the universal putty of the written word,
pours forth with glee celestial balderdash
through wonderfully impertinent antique poetic forms,
and cycles the zodiacal laughter, tears,
and general silliness that flesh is heir to.
new list
indefatigable bullshit
ersatz inspiration (I love the word ersatz)
eponymous deity
hallowed meretrix
agglutinative personality
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morwen
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response 132 of 178:
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Feb 6 00:05 UTC 2002 |
Avoiding the agglutinative personality of the crowd,
I sidle along a back street
Seeking the erzatz inspiration of some eponymous deity.
Half blinded by the tearing rain
I notice a whore, drenched in the sudden downpour
Like a sort of ragged Virgin Mary huddled in a doorway
Watching this hallowed meretrix, I feel the muse's prick
And hurry home to write, the words tummbling from my pen
When I read what has been written,
I wonder that such indefatitigable bullshit
Should ever have come from me.
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Julie's back. Been really busy with other things.
I want to reestablish the rules here, though as I said before they are
only cast in clay, not stone. There are to be 5 to 8 pairs of words.
Poets are supposed to use ALL the offered combinations and the poems
are only supposed to be 5 to 16 lines in length. Like I've said before
I'm not picky but... Please try to stay close to the rules. Otherwise,
what's the point?
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New Word List
1. capable incompetant
2. blank musings
3. indifferent similarities
4. royal nobodies
5. sad joy
6. aluminum frustration
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morwen
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response 133 of 178:
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Feb 6 00:06 UTC 2002 |
by the way, I actually had to look some of those last words up before I
could use any of them. It definitely made for interesting poetry.
~Julie Pratt
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jaklumen
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response 134 of 178:
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Feb 6 07:57 UTC 2002 |
sahib?
sahib!
Paradox is the world I teach you today, sahib.
It is a glorious kingdom
where royal nobodies sit upon thrones of aluminum frustration,
and their sages are court fools babbling blank musings.
Troubadours and common gleeman alike sing songs of sad joy,
and wealth and poverty line the streets,
paved with golden and wooden coins from the east
etched with a parable on their third sides
speaking of indifferent similarities here.
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morwen
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response 135 of 178:
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Feb 6 18:09 UTC 2002 |
Jon, you forgot to do a word list. LOL
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flem
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response 136 of 178:
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Feb 6 19:36 UTC 2002 |
"Watching this hallowed meretrix, I feel the muse's prick"
haha, excellent. Was the pun intentional?
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morwen
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response 137 of 178:
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Feb 7 03:07 UTC 2002 |
Depends, I didn't know there was a pun. Oh wait. I think I see it.
No, it was completely unintentional. Suppose I should've seen that
coming and written "muse's touch" instead. lol
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