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Keith Moon vs. Nick Fletcher
Keith vs. Solo - Round 2 Rules Check-In's must be done by Wednesday. Verses must be posted by Friday. Votes must be submitted by Sunday. By midnight Sunday pacific time, the votes will be counted. All must be done on midnight of that day Lines: 20 - 64 Lines Max. Topic: Lights in the Sky Every participant must vote on a minimum of 3 battles. Please vote on battles that don't have a lot of votes, it doesn't do any good if a battle with 10 votes gets another while one battle has under 2 votes. |
check check checkmate
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aha.. round 2.. i have a feeling you will fair better in this battle than you did our last though :)
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extension to 12:30 or 1?
my friend's hogging the computer.. I have to use his.. fucking gay... I'm three fourths done |
as the December wind blows, it gathers the cold of the snow
jetstreams the ethereal cold of the white blanket straight to my bones.. I look at the bleak sky unsure of the night slowly arriving striving to contemplate the events ahead, forget those behind me only tonight exists now, the ominous future awaits so does my fate, and the other men who patiently wait for something more than the norm, a glimmer of greatness unparalled glory for ages yet a few minutes where we will be haraled.. as kings to come, princes, Gods among men's fragile ranks Olympus would bow as we ride through the streets where the faithful await Yet, why do I ponder it all.. Can I not just let things be? white encompasses all I see, the snow hugs the ground lovingly.. as if its were its own child, all the while afraid to release to the cold world yonder, beauty pitted against the brutality to come injury, pain, death in some cases, a battle fought since before my time ancestors gave their bodies for their cause, put body and soul on the line But is the Great Triumph meaningless, the battle the mere game it seems Fought with relentless passion instilled by those behind the scenes.. just to put on a "Show" they delight with our triumph and toils breaking news, headlines, laugh as we suffer immense losses and tempers boil but don't they just provide me with a means to simply survive? don't they give me a "productive" "activity" to channel this anger inside a chance to escape my background, avoid crime and poverty recieve an education, something foreign to all those around me opportunity knocks, and this is my one chance to jump the ship win State this one night and prove I'm worth the D 1 scholarship I could change it all. buy a car, don't walk to school in the snow I could buy my mother a house with a yard, some brand news clothes Live the American Dream and escape this Nightmare at any rate Even if they use me for the game, I need to escape my stomach turns and I retch, nervousness has the best of me Twenty minutess to prepare, to view my opponents as bitter enemies my ambivalence is clear, the harships of football are poison to me yet I can't give up n my one chance or abandon the comraderie I slowly walk back, careful not to slip on the white landscape my cleats crunch as I fiddle with my buckles of my chinstrap Take my place among the team, empty my mind as I stand in line Just another nameless place playing under the four lights in the sky |
he can drop today if needed.. (being saturday) cuz I needed time over to drop
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i'm only at a computer today now for about 15 minutes or something
sorry, i completely forgot about this until now.. but i aint got time to drop anything remotely worth reading. my apologies. |
you have until.. ehh.. ill say 12:00 tonight =]
ima gracious mod.. |
and right now is when i was able to get back onto a computer
and clearly, it is too late. again, my apologies. |
its cool
we can take this to an open mic and collab or some shit.. |
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