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"Black-Sheep Abacus [Act Ø: Scene XII]"
IP: 28AD 5545
I tripped the velvet curtain de midnight matinee;
Finalimente, entrée bowing eyelids take your mark. The theater is set for an audience solitary, play on maestro. Act 0: Scene -2 Final acts tumble into misshapen introductions; The orchestra lends a drum roll atop silhouettes of the church mouse's violin solo; Black sheep parade incognito under the veil of a broken abacus. Act I, II, III, meta IV Que house lights The audience returns for the encore presentation. Stretched across the aisle floor, I yawned with the stench of strangers foot tiptoeing my swollen tonsils. Stumbling inside an intermission I shook the shadow's hands; He spoke of the Shakespearean era in forgotten tongues against a blank looking glass. Character nod's in awe Act VI: Scene Midnight I tried to sing along, but the improvisational melody was lost; so I sat on the curb picking stars from the window sill of my forehead. The black sheep stood front phantom of the opera Dragging backdrops of jigsaw thought across the marble silence. The sheep fade into applause as the audience's feet sweep the laps of counterfeit smiles. Act VI: Scene 5 Dim house lights An elephant's ballet pirouettes the shattered champagne glass Quick breath, relax before crescendo Across the falling bows of the orchestra's dream sequence we act as if tomorrow couldn't see. The curtain's pretentious hold til' infinity As the eye lashes trickle across the anvil, the lion's paw inhales shrapnel spit by splintering deliriums. Open eyes wide; Yell in frustration. Se7en O'clock showing: take your seats Satin curtains drift the runners of capillary centerfolds; Black sheep masquerades outline the bloodshot in an unlearned manifesto While the actors swallow applause in midnight under the sunrise of a flutist's final solo. Hold hands, take final bows Act Ø: Scene XII Memorizing lines of unwritten opera house: tonight was yesteryears copycat production; I'll read you on the shards of another midnight screenplay goodmorning night The final act has yet to come. ... entrée |
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08-26-06, 12:13 AM | #2 | ||||||
Banned: Biting
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IP: E19A 15AB
This shit is wildddd son
lol deeper then 50 cents pockets damn |
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