Poor thing.... isn't nature cruel?
From the Pylons challenge. See all 274 entries (closed)
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From the Pylons challenge. See all 274 entries (closed)
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You pity the poor Boeing 737 on it's annual migration to Namibia
CAUGHT IN THE CLUTCHES OF THE FIENDISH PYLONOGATOR!!!
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Thu 31 Jan 2008, 22:41,
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looks like a contracting anus to me
often happens as you stick your fingers down her throat at the hight of orgasm
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Thu 31 Jan 2008, 22:46,
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Like a seething fall from grace
Thou art pale hecate
Rising from thessaly
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Thu 31 Jan 2008, 22:46,
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Thou art pale hecate
Rising from thessaly
You're in my dreams
The Darkness in my heart
The rapture in their screams
Black Goddess Rise...
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Thu 31 Jan 2008, 22:52,
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The Darkness in my heart
The rapture in their screams
Black Goddess Rise...
I once watched the migration of the metronomes in Vienna.
It was a wonderous sight, but right there at the back of the herd was one old, tired metronome. As the others ran on and on it gradually got slower and slower, until in the end it had almost stopped. I wanted to do something, you know, get a key, wind it up, get it moving somehow. But my friend, who's a trained musician, said no, it's the way of nature, you can't interfere.
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Thu 31 Jan 2008, 22:49,
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There's nothing sadder than watching a metronome slowly lose its rhythm.
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Thu 31 Jan 2008, 22:55,
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Walked in the cold air
Freezing breath on a window plane
Lying and waiting
A man in the dark in a picture frame
So mystic and soulful
A voice reaching out in a piercing cry
It stays with you until
The feeling has gone only you and I
It means nothing to me
This means nothing to me
Oh, Vienna
The music is weaving
Haunting notes, pizzicato strings
The rhythm is calling
Alone in the night as the daylight brings
A cool empty silence
The warmth of your hand and a cold grey sky
It fades to the distance
The image has gone only you and I
It means nothing to me
This means nothing to me
Oh, Vienna
This means nothing to me
This means nothing to me
Oh, Vienna
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Thu 31 Jan 2008, 23:04,
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Freezing breath on a window plane
Lying and waiting
A man in the dark in a picture frame
So mystic and soulful
A voice reaching out in a piercing cry
It stays with you until
The feeling has gone only you and I
It means nothing to me
This means nothing to me
Oh, Vienna
The music is weaving
Haunting notes, pizzicato strings
The rhythm is calling
Alone in the night as the daylight brings
A cool empty silence
The warmth of your hand and a cold grey sky
It fades to the distance
The image has gone only you and I
It means nothing to me
This means nothing to me
Oh, Vienna
This means nothing to me
This means nothing to me
Oh, Vienna