One Wank After Another

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A blank assignment is a funny thing, isn't it? When you have it, you don't appreciate it, and when you miss it, it's gone.

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Quote Songs or Poems

[(Anonymous)]

Quote lines you think are neat. They might resonate with someone else as title or theme inspiration!

Re: Quote Songs or Poems

[(Anonymous)]

your lies are so much bigger than my lies, and your ties are made of things that shouldn’t make ties

Re: Quote Songs or Poems

[(Anonymous)]

the keys to the kingdom got locked inside the kingdom

Re: Quote Songs or Poems

[(Anonymous)]

All I do is kiss you, through the bars of a rhyme.

Snow had fallen; snow on snow.

This is not the time to be conjucating verbs in the past-impossible-never tense!

I would rather see words out on their own; away from their families and the warehouse of Roget.

Re: Quote Songs or Poems

[(Anonymous)]

The gates of Anat's house were closed;
And she met the youths at the foot of the
mountain.
And look! Anat fights in the valley,
She battles between the two cities.
She smites peoples of the wes[t],
Strikes the populace of the east.
Under her, like balls, heads,
Above her, like locusts, hand(s),
Like hoppers, heaps of warrior-hands.
She fixed heads to her back,
Fastened hands to her waist.
Knee-deep she gleans in warrior-blood,
Neck-deep in the gor[e] of soldiers.
With darts she drives away captives,
With her bow-string, foes.

And look! Anat to her house goes,
The goddess takes herself to her palace,
For she is not sated with fighting in the valley,
With battling between the two cities.
She arranges chairs for the soldiery,
Arranges tables for the hosts,
Footstools for the heroes.
Hard she fights and looks about,
As she battles, Anat surveys.
Her innards swell with laughter,
Her heart fills with joy,
The innards of Anat with triumph.
Knee-deep she gleans in warrior blood,
Neck-deep in the gore of soldiers,
Until she is sated with fighting in the house,
With battling amidst the tables.

Re: Quote Songs or Poems

[(Anonymous)]

I am half sick of shadows.

I go through all this before you wake up, so I can feel happier, and be safe again with you.

Re: Quote Songs or Poems

[(Anonymous)]

There’s a big cheesecake. It’s delicious. It’s yummy. And it goes to Hell because, well, it’s apple. And it used one of *those* apples. And if someone slices up one of those apples and uses it to make cheesecake, then, first, the cheesecake is going to be pretty knowledgeable on matters of morality, and, second, it’s going to Hell. Ain’t nobody ever died for the sins of a cheesecake, whatever Marie Antoinette might want you to believe.