singing stood the
flood of red on the
carpet
brooded to the parapet
crossed oceans
broke compartments hearts
danced sang
evoked emotional down
pours of long boring stalks
sang a song
sang blood
sang wine
February 6, 2004
Posted by Paulster. on February 6, 2004 3:32 AM
Hah. Good one, Paul. ;) One of my brother's favorite sayings. The other one is picking up the phone when it rings and saying "No dammit, this is not a shoe store!"
Posted by Mike on February 6, 2004 3:42 AM
precise choices. in the name of the Cliche, I pronounce you "gifted"
Posted by My Reflection's Out of Control on April 3, 2004 2:00 AM
A high honour, indeed. ;) Thank you.
Posted by Mike on April 3, 2004 4:51 PM
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Hey, how come this shit ain't rhyme?