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    All kinds of meat on the plate  Save the washing, use a bread trencher  I take a flaking hunk off the end Feel like a manly adventurer  The first bite unsettles my dentures  Censuring daring culinary adventure Pay the bill when I’m sure she’s seen it Apollo treats when he courts Athena She is telling…

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    19th Jul 2024
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  • Whayyasayin??

    He’s calling me out Black dragon Khalameet  Ask him out straight  You got a problem, mate?  He says no way, have you?  I fold him, foes left groaning Drooling, narcoleptic old one.

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    19th Jul 2024
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  • Rainy Eden

    Leeside Paradise  Stick snap all the geese flight Jeff Daniels on the skybike Rain washing out the skylight  Hear distant thunder, Thor tantrums Lightning trining  Nights like this  All my guys knights  Straight outta Dol Amroth  Coughing all the kuff I bought Nursing zoots while boys encrystal snot Nostril like the runway in Die Hard …

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  • Thick wristed muddyfunster

    My wrists made for carving mountains Thick as Shane Carwin  Almost put Lesnar in a coffin He was seeing the big man bardo Hitting on him like Lombardo on the skins Angel of Death Part where it goes “Pumped with fluid” You wouldn’t call it fluid but man, he could do it Put more men…

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  • Slowgoing, Aesop’s progeny

    Never speed, hurry is for peons I’m not a racing pigeon I’m on a pig’s back breaking the horizon I’m an armoured gideon, my fist is insidious  My thoughts are like Darth Maul’s cut dialogue I am the Sith, shhhhhht that’s your throat slit When I come out as the messiah all the tents are…

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