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Sep 30, 2021 22:21
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there once was a poster from byob who sucked a mean dick (shaft AND knob!) they started a factory the dick their phylactery and created some great union jobs
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Sep 30, 2021 22:26
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i can't figure out the amount of syllables in byob
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Sep 30, 2021 22:30
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Heather Papps posted:i can't figure out for me it's one syllable like beeOB, but it doesn't ever sound right |
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Sep 30, 2021 22:33
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Heather Papps posted:i can't figure out Enlightenment; yours! Syllables, "BYOB" All are accounted |
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Oct 1, 2021 01:27
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some people hit quote some people hit post but those who do both we all love the most
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Oct 1, 2021 01:37
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They say a thousand words make up one picture So a large vocabulary makes the view of your world richer You can describe with those words the way you feel And tell the whole world what you believe to be real You can use experiences that you've been through To help others around you who may be struggling too Life doesn't need to be hard like a steel toothed vice The blows can be softened with some sagely advice Words are sounds, or written text As you read them you can guess what's coming next Like a predictor of the future words can intend As you've guessed by now, these words now end... |
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Oct 1, 2021 01:59
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Heather Papps posted:i can't figure out Byob is both monophthong and diphthong because you can't have enough phthongs. |
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Oct 1, 2021 03:08
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for a moment i was a bond villain but when you left i realized i am only human this poem is about my cat hopping into my lap while i was on the computer (USER WAS PUT ON PROBATION FOR THIS POST) |
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Oct 1, 2021 04:14
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I will post some poems by the early 20th century Paul Scheerbart, because I feel bad about not working on translating that novel. "I Am a Swine!" (2.25.1901) I am a swine! Oh nein oh nein I won't risk my head and neck To save my own bacon. "The Poplar Kid Gang Is Getting Restless!" Time is merely astral nonsense It doesn't matter to me at all. I know the length of the measureless ray And I know of the tear-filled seas Where I feel like a tourist, unseen and detached, O you hideous, quick-twitching child gang of cottonwood humans. "Rixrax, the Sun's Brother" Rixrax, Rixrax, what would you have done? I'd have stuffed the moon Into the mouth of a gun. Rixrax, Rixrax, what would you like? To poo poo the moon like a chewed bean Into the endless night. Rixrax, Rixrax, what's your desire? Milky Way, Death Star, infinite fire? Calm down brother, let’s get you into bed-- You need to calm down and stop fantasizing about the apocalypse-- Oh weird older brother of the Sun-- "Mopsiade" "With all due respect for he who died for our sins, I'm obviously going to look out for myself first and foremost." This was said by a little pork dumpling Who lives with a meatball at the meatball's house. "Tailcoat Comet" I lived long ago In a light Space; All atoms’ light held In a delicate place. Then Came a black light. Black beams riddled The lightland. The black beams cool,cool enough To quench my blazing outline, Cut of course from Less coarse fabric. But then the black light breaks Upon my heatshape, Now burning, now growing In the play of its chemistry-- Hey check it Out I got myself A long black tail! And this tail, paper-thin, Soon tore in turn, Resembling nothing So much as those long Smooth strips That tailors in their secret labor fix To the backs of the black coats Of human men. I was in those ancient days A tailcoat comet. If the comets should again appear Will they come dragging their wreckage behind-- Still in their formalwear?
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