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10-29-2007, 08:58 PM
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fun stuff
its like 2 days away for me
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well, I'm counting down till midnight at the start of it all... so it is a bit longer if you don't count the first 8 hours of the day....
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10-29-2007, 09:26 PM
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alrighty then
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10-30-2007, 06:11 AM
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I dunno what I am doing yet.
Hopefully going to this gore fest, watching movies on the big screen, getting drunk, and doing my radio show.
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10-30-2007, 09:27 AM
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I have a fucking huuuge bag of candy corn.
Just thought you should all know and everything. MMMmmm, Halloween.
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I'll be signing a contract in the morning (gotta get it done before the WGA strike:mad: ) and then I'l be reading my spooky poems to my son's class at noon.
Here's one for ya Requiem for a Pumpkin (c) 2007 Gone, all gone is the field I called home Gone is all hope for survival. Unspeakable things they have done to me here Ever since my untimely arrival. I used to know nothing but sunshine and warmth Snuggled amongst my own kind. But the days grew shorter and our number grew smaller As my brothers were ripped from the vine. I howled and I screamed as they severed my stem But my cries fell upon stone deaf ears. They whisked me away to a land made of steel Where no one would care for my tears. Paper laid out, sharp instruments too My leathery flesh they did slice. Clawing and ripping my insides to shreds And toasting my seeds with spice. They carved a crude visage across my best side Mocking my pain with a grin. Then burnt me alive with a candle inside The true terror was about to begin. Small and quite hideous the creatures surround me Thudding across the concrete Cackling and screaming, every one of them chants That awful refrain “Trick of Treat!” But the daemons have gone and I’m all alone Burnt out and left here to die. And boys are approaching, sledgehammers in hand And I shudder to ask myself why… More of them here: http://kevan.org/brain.cgi?Rev.%20Sean.
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10-30-2007, 11:21 AM
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haha yes... oother poems.
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yeah he made you click it too lol
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