remmers
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response 102 of 178:
| Feb 8 20:03:01 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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