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Mad fucking dangerous.
Join Date: Jul 2013
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![]() ![]() Season 3 The Basics | Read the full rules here. Verses are due Friday at 11:59 p.m. PT. THERE ARE NO EXTENSIONS. Votes are due Sunday at 11:59 p.m. PT. Verses may not exceed 48 lines or 650 words unless agreed upon by the opponent. Voting on three battles is required. If you win and don't vote, you will receive a loss instead. If you lose and don't vote, you will receive a one-week suspension. Please post links to your three votes in this thread. Topic “Happiness is not an ideal of reason but of imagination.” — Immanuel Kant Good luck, @Mr. J and @Totoro.
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The Clown Prince
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SYRACUSE
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What to do, what to do...
Brickleham Tottingnotter paced on the bluff, wiping gook from his eyes face alternating 'tween consternation and a look of surprise... fast tails of smoke rise - there's blackened soot in behind the solitary tent which quivers under looks from the sky. Pastel. Purple orangey blues...it shook him inside Casting shadows like dying worms on the hook of his life He forced three smiles; shedding tears he understood them as lies Standing tall for nature, God, or the good of his pride. but behind him Remorse creeps in his hooded disguise A bluejay alights, high on the wood of the pine. The human being's such a credulous thing. Lying with all the fervor that Georgias' rhetoric brings Clutching his Malcolm Lowry bottle, making elephants pink delirium tremens - both their freedom and their exodus sinks Birckleham Tottingnotter swayed precisely like a pendulum's swing Existence curves upon itself and then the precipice winks Man's a means to enlightenment, a means to tenuous strings A point of consciouss bizarre, mutant genesis sick reaching the point between moments where blessedness sings - he undulates then steps forward and grins, spreading his Daedalus wings .
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