Discussion in 'The Lounge' started by Resurrection_Joe, Jun 18, 2005.
You have to play fast off the last post
I'll get it going
"Alice In Wonderland"
"I hate the marx brothers"
"The three stooges"
"I hate hi pinion"
"Love and death in the wild plains of despair"
"Nazi girls in skintight leather"
"The Ministry of Silly Walks"
Did I do it right?
"Ninjas in a symmetrically planted tree garden"
The smurfs by a waterfall
Ragnarok being released fading into Jutenheim holocaust and the hound of hell barking it's final time
The Hounds of Baskerville do Auschwitz
The dead pits and gasoline, one survivor who can;t be know who could save who doesn't
Out from the tar sands creeps a monster.........
Everything is beige and I'm playing that damn commando game...wait, palm trees, wind, and... boobies
Breasts on the beach. Palm fronds swaying. Destiny's Child video with camo bootie gear.
Sad and silent stabbing of the eye of someone you knew but had to kill, the blood will never wash away from your hands, it's hot in havana and there's only a cieling fan and a dark path, maybe you can find salvation in the next one
Desperado on a short horse. Windy sunset. Antelope in the distance. CHildhood memories of camping beside a creek with his dad. Overall sadness, but dreaming of the slaughter to come.
Talking mushrooms, small small fairies and a dark man in the distance, like an uncolored part of a coloured canvas, the people look up and look down
Fragrant cedars. Dwarf cabins. He stalks fomr the distanbce, strking when the opportunity presents itself.Caught in the act, he cries. Pride is lost.
im still stuck on boobies... and beer.
Too many White Russians????????????????
Canmore is suddenly taken by a vampire spirit
He eats eternirty
In the distance, a policeman with a bad haircut drops sunflower seeds out of his hand and is resigned to fate
Just trying my best to expand my brain. ALthogh I guess I should admit to myself that my brain has pretty much reached it's potential, and anything more may cause the noggin to reach critical mass.
And yeah. Verging on my limit, officer.
Dan Van Helsing readches out and sparys me with holy water. I float and drop into a sea of burnt ochre. Parrots grasp at straws.
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