Re: Ping: Aardvark: Website Guest Books - quality of entries.
Fred Tehbot
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> On 22/12/2009 09:28, Kadaitcha Man wrote:
>> Web Results 1 - 100 of about 2,480,000 for abandoned websites. (0.54
>> seconds)
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>
> I appreciate the help you have given. Thank you. :)
>
> You have, however, made an assumption<FUCKWITSLAP>
Prima facie assertions do not require assumptions.
HTH
Kadaitcha Man
from hip to hip, thou art spherical, like a globe, I could find out
countries in thee, ye blubbered:
LMFAO - kudos to Fred.
<aside>
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Fred wins: 1 to 100
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BoaterDave wins: 100 to 1
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Kadaitcha Man
contriver, the music of thy own vain tongue doth ravish like enchanting
harmony, ye barked:
> How do *I* know that? Experience. Being a web author for almost 13
> years.
<aside>
Wow! Shagtard Disregard has been been replying to simplistic blog questions
for more than a decade!
Andrew W
news:dbo7gk$bqn$9...@comp.os.linux.advocacy.open.sores.co.cuba...
> Beauregard T. Shagnasty, ye maggot-infested secret and villainous
> contriver, the music of thy own vain tongue doth ravish like enchanting
> harmony, ye barked:
>
Have you ever considered making poetry?
You could make lots of money (and we'd also have some peace).
chrisv
>"Kadaitcha Man" <an...@no.email> wrote
*plonk*
Kadaitcha Man
incontinency, ye demurred:
> "Kadaitcha Man" <an...@no.email> wrote in message
> news:dbo7gk$bqn$9...@comp.os.linux.advocacy.open.sores.co.cuba...
>> Beauregard T. Shagnasty, ye maggot-infested secret and villainous
>> contriver, the music of thy own vain tongue doth ravish like
>> enchanting harmony, ye barked:
>>
>
> Have you ever considered making poetry?
Yes.
> You could make lots of money (and we'd also have some peace).
Want to make a bet on that?
Quite electric under the slime
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So humming before the vapours
I swallow blue ghosts above the dream
Zounds! The Knave is good
Weird and glowing under the air
We envision rabid feet near the flock
Oh God! The stink is no more
Quite electric under the slime
We stretch musty shivas within the wind
Be transparent. The comfort continues
Darkening, abashed
In another country
The next life waiting
For what reason
The victim
Forgot where he lived
And never caught up
Strangely murky below the virgin
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Totally invisible beside the clouds
I meet invisible impressions within the earth
Be watchful. The bastard will die
So scary among the flock
You poke luminous tentacles about the gods
Dig it! The evil is hard
Strangely murky below the virgin
I spread sinning virgins about the land
Awaken, awaken! The sin continues
Courageous, hungry
Walking out of the world
An unreliable map
From what country
The sailor
Stopped for a while
Sending pigs to a slaughterhouse
I also tried my hand at haiku:
apprentices babble
harps guitar harpsichord grinds
strongly, life recurs
Sinful and big near the sky
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So electric under the sky
You invoke huge whorls before the flock
Alas! The devil is over
Very black near the vapours
You divine poisonous women over the shadows
Crazy! The bitch has vanished
Sinful and big near the sky
We draw flying devils in the flock
Whoa! The sin is vanishing
Trusting, transcendent
Out of control
A sense of danger
In whose arms
Our neighbour
Bought a ticket
While the world changed