

Ochre _reworked_Time holds us, but time can trap no one.Ochre _reworked_
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Two lost souls on a desert planet Leaving their footprints in crisp sand.
More were walking the earth But the wind erased their marks The whole of their existence Held in such petty trails Now covered with brick-red dust.
You are not going to last I can't pretend I am We hide it to ourselves And cling to life.
But for this is all we are Grains of sand on a foreign beach Brought to shore by a lucky wave Let us stop and free our senses.


_French_ Computer WizardryTrois petites sorcières tête en l'air Jouaient hier dans la clairière. L'une d'elles s'écrit: "Mais qui l'eût cru ? Le gros grain a grandi, un petit être crût !"_French_ Computer Wizardry
Alors les trois soeurs appelèrent Carabosse, La fée responsable des sales gosses. Elle prit l'enfant par la machoire, Et brusquement le fit s'asseoir ;
Lui donna un chapeau pointu Ainsi qu'un rose tutu. L'enfant soudain abasourdi Se leva indigné et dit:
"Pourquoi me donnes-tu ce tutu, tata? Ne te serais-tu pas tapé la tête, toi


MangleWay up north, beyond the cold ocean In the very heart of the Dane lands There lived a tribe of birds that had lost their way.Mangle
A man took them for his daughter, a Scottish captain with a strong beard and a full accent. Her name was Gera and she was pretty as one could be (considering the hairy face).
She was also very large but never hurt anyone (though she did enjoy watching).
Gera liked ballet, and the tiny dancers that bend and bend, but never break. She had her own ballerina, who lost an arm in a ship crash.
Poor


Slang of the LambThe Slang of the Lamb felt lousy tonight Crammed up to its nose in Black Voodoo Magic.Slang of the Lamb
It woke up late and killed a chicken Boiled it with fine herbs in a large big pot.
Smeared with blood and down The light caught it sideways A Ted glimpsed at the Slang And lump followed the bird.
Golden cloth and silver spoons To whom bumps off the evil goon A lord of the city Declamed under the moon
Asit on a stall Was a shiny girl with a little brooch. Her dreams were bigger than her mind, And sometimes they slipped out.
She w


For FrelontIts easy to write,For Frelont
A poem that means nothing, As you sip your silly coffee, And wait to be inspired, The cafe creates the atmosphere you need, Or so you say, Wearing your hat tipped funny over your face, It's called artistic fashion, Or Trend following Materialism, Whatever will you do, Fantastic writer, When you run out of coffee?
Devious Comments
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Who can hate love when Love begets Hate?
hmm. This is interesting
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Feel The *RawEm0tion burn in
Because I miss our chats.
going great.
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Give me ambiguity or give me something else!
your note is probably the most entertaining comment i have ever received on da though. thanks for making my day
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"how do they make hot dogs, anyway?"
"who knows... maybe they're born that way."
"that is... the cutest thing you've said all day."
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Somebody tall, go turn on the sun
u´ll be watched again.
will u forgive me?
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Free Art
Spread the DA love around! (you can copy and paste this message on their userpage!)
*dingding* RULES:
1- You can hug the person who hugged you!
2- You can't hug the person more than 3 times
3- You -MUST- hug 6 other people
4- You should hug them in public! Paste it on their user page! c'mon..don't be scared of public displays of affection
5- Random hugs are perfectly okay! (and sweet)
6- You should most definitly get started hugging right away!
-P.S. Hey! try some random ppl to Spread more the DA love around!
hehehe
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Free Art
I´m not content with my coloring.
But first, it looked pretty good,because I only used my colored crayons.
Then I had a very stupid idea - I thought it would be looking nicer, if I repaint it with felt tip pens.
And now it looks inferior as before.
carpe noctem
Watch my gallery!!
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