my great uncle bradford was born with a beard.the fearsome young newborn one day they feared,
would bring about the end of the world with his face,
so they locked him up tight in an uncomfortable place,
where no one could fall victim to his unholy wrath,
where no one could love him or give him a bath,
and instead all his hatred towards those he once had,
grew and grew up inside him until he went mad.
when he grew strong enough to break free of his jail,
he sought out revenge, he would fight tooth and nail.
but when he arrived at his parents' front door,
he realized he could not continue anymore.
he rang the doorbell and then stepped inside.
and he said 'I am bradford, the son you threw aside.'
his parents gasped loudly and said 'It can't be!'
for the beard had disappeared entirely.
in his haste for revenge, bradford had not seen,
that his beard was now gone and his face was clean.
he said, 'Now you see? The world has not ended.'
his parents embraced him and cried out, 'How splendid!'
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Thu 25 Aug 2005, 21:17,
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would bring about the end of the world with his face,
so they locked him up tight in an uncomfortable place,
where no one could fall victim to his unholy wrath,
where no one could love him or give him a bath,
and instead all his hatred towards those he once had,
grew and grew up inside him until he went mad.
when he grew strong enough to break free of his jail,
he sought out revenge, he would fight tooth and nail.
but when he arrived at his parents' front door,
he realized he could not continue anymore.
he rang the doorbell and then stepped inside.
and he said 'I am bradford, the son you threw aside.'
his parents gasped loudly and said 'It can't be!'
for the beard had disappeared entirely.
in his haste for revenge, bradford had not seen,
that his beard was now gone and his face was clean.
he said, 'Now you see? The world has not ended.'
his parents embraced him and cried out, 'How splendid!'
that am hatstandnice poem strange pic!
*dons hat*
(*dons hat*
Arathkone formerly naD. Been away awhile.,
Thu 25 Aug 2005, 21:19,
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I guess my heaviest experience would be gravityIn the confusion of a smoke bomb I could remove your bra and you wouldn't even notice
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abandonnship,
Thu 25 Aug 2005, 21:24,
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huzzah.fits in nicely: reading the edward gorey autobiography right now.
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postbear has metal knees,
Thu 25 Aug 2005, 21:21,
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he loved you, too.but now he's dead and all this love is useless.
( postbear has metal knees,
Thu 25 Aug 2005, 21:24,
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i was supposed to meet him.but he died a couple days before i got the chance.
my mom's friend was best friends with him. and we went to his house.
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Thu 25 Aug 2005, 21:27,
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my mom's friend was best friends with him. and we went to his house.
too bad.he was a pretty decent guy, and very odd. i wrote to him years ago, and he wrote back -- we exchanged letters every once in a while after that.
i think he'd be terribly amused if someone dug him up and kept his bones in a glass display box.
(i think he'd be terribly amused if someone dug him up and kept his bones in a glass display box.
postbear has metal knees,
Thu 25 Aug 2005, 21:39,
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