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Black Hand |
Sep 13 2013, 04:44 AM
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Joined: 26-December 05
From: Where the sun shines everyday in hell.
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QUOTE(mALX @ Sep 12 2013, 08:32 PM) He planted the seed my tears watered to grow but his Black Hand heart was the fruit he'd sown Instead of a love so ripe and sweet a bitter vetch he trampled under his feet. The Black Hand won't ever be a fool, But we now know he's an effective tool. Written by mALX, while weeping in her hanky... A lonely soul, or a soul alone? Adrift in a sea with no destination, searching for nothing, arbitrarily. Promise the moon if you wish, merely dirt and rock moving past. Plant your harvest upon the sea, the only ones nourished, the fish. A soul alone, completely whole. A soul alone, from the moment born. A lonely soul, is completely torn. A lonely soul, owes the toll.
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mALX |
Sep 13 2013, 05:06 AM
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Ancient
Joined: 14-March 10
From: Cyrodiil, the Wastelands, and BFE TN
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QUOTE(Black Hand @ Sep 12 2013, 11:44 PM) QUOTE(mALX @ Sep 12 2013, 08:32 PM) He planted the seed my tears watered to grow but his Black Hand heart was the fruit he'd sown Instead of a love so ripe and sweet a bitter vetch he trampled under his feet. The Black Hand won't ever be a fool, But we now know he's an effective tool. Written by mALX, while weeping in her hanky... A lonely soul, or a soul alone? Adrift in a sea with no destination, searching for nothing, arbitrarily. Promise the moon if you wish, merely dirt and rock moving past. Plant your harvest upon the sea, the only ones nourished, the fish. A soul alone, completely whole. A soul alone, from the moment born. A lonely soul, is completely torn. A lonely soul, owes pays the toll. The god looked down upon the land blowing frosty frothing breath to seal the life under the soil now hard and crusty in his hand
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mALX |
Sep 13 2013, 05:13 AM
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Ancient
Joined: 14-March 10
From: Cyrodiil, the Wastelands, and BFE TN
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QUOTE(Elisabeth Hollow @ Sep 13 2013, 12:10 AM) Walk up into the club I'm like "What up, I got a big And a pretty one!
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Black Hand |
Sep 13 2013, 05:18 AM
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Master
Joined: 26-December 05
From: Where the sun shines everyday in hell.
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QUOTE(Elisabeth Hollow @ Sep 12 2013, 08:11 PM) Oh my god, mALX, HIS HANDS!!!!
Dunno why. That sparked the memory of my last gf. Ended....well it ended. When the song "Move Along" by "All-American Rejects" first came out, I heard this song a bunch of times on the radio at Subway. She heard it for the first time when she came to pick me up after work and I kind of groaned, but she insisted on listening. When that chorus came on I kind of sang along with it and took her hand in mine and she meeeeeelted. Sent that not too long ago....she a bit emotional now.... QUOTE(mALX @ Sep 12 2013, 09:06 PM) QUOTE(Black Hand @ Sep 12 2013, 11:44 PM) QUOTE(mALX @ Sep 12 2013, 08:32 PM) He planted the seed my tears watered to grow but his Black Hand heart was the fruit he'd sown Instead of a love so ripe and sweet a bitter vetch he trampled under his feet. The Black Hand won't ever be a fool, But we now know he's an effective tool. Written by mALX, while weeping in her hanky... A lonely soul, or a soul alone? Adrift in a sea with no destination, searching for nothing, arbitrarily. Promise the moon if you wish, merely dirt and rock moving past. Plant your harvest upon the sea, the only ones nourished, the fish. A soul alone, completely whole. A soul alone, from the moment born. A lonely soul, is completely torn. A lonely soul, owes pays the toll. The god looked down upon the land blowing frosty frothing breath to seal the life under the soil now hard and crusty in his hand YOU WIN!! Oh godz I'll never get that inference outta my head!@! This post has been edited by Black Hand: Sep 13 2013, 05:20 AM
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mALX |
Sep 13 2013, 05:20 AM
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Ancient
Joined: 14-March 10
From: Cyrodiil, the Wastelands, and BFE TN
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QUOTE(Black Hand @ Sep 13 2013, 12:18 AM) QUOTE(Elisabeth Hollow @ Sep 12 2013, 08:11 PM) Oh my god, mALX, HIS HANDS!!!!
Dunno why. That sparked the memory of my last gf. Ended....well it ended. When the song "Move Along" by "All-American Rejects" first came out, I heard this song a bunch of times on the radio at Subway. She heard it for the first time when she came to pick me up after work and I kind of groaned, but she insisted on listening. When that chorus came on I kind of sang along with it and took her hand in mine and she meeeeeelted. Sent that not too long ago....she a bit emotional now.... That was really sweet!
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mALX |
Sep 13 2013, 05:22 AM
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Ancient
Joined: 14-March 10
From: Cyrodiil, the Wastelands, and BFE TN
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QUOTE(Black Hand @ Sep 13 2013, 12:18 AM) QUOTE(mALX @ Sep 12 2013, 09:06 PM) QUOTE(Black Hand @ Sep 12 2013, 11:44 PM) QUOTE(mALX @ Sep 12 2013, 08:32 PM) He planted the seed my tears watered to grow but his Black Hand heart was the fruit he'd sown Instead of a love so ripe and sweet a bitter vetch he trampled under his feet. The Black Hand won't ever be a fool, But we now know he's an effective tool. Written by mALX, while weeping in her hanky... A lonely soul, or a soul alone? Adrift in a sea with no destination, searching for nothing, arbitrarily. Promise the moon if you wish, merely dirt and rock moving past. Plant your harvest upon the sea, the only ones nourished, the fish. A soul alone, completely whole. A soul alone, from the moment born. A lonely soul, is completely torn. A lonely soul, owes pays the toll. The god looked down upon the land blowing frosty frothing breath to seal the life under the soil now hard and crusty in his hand YOU WIN!! Oh godz I'll never get that inference outta my head!@! I can write poetry about anything you name at the drop of a hat, lol. NEVAH get into a poetry war with me! ROFL !!!
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Black Hand |
Sep 13 2013, 05:31 AM
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Master
Joined: 26-December 05
From: Where the sun shines everyday in hell.
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QUOTE(mALX @ Sep 12 2013, 09:22 PM) I can write poetry about anything you name at the drop of a hat, lol. NEVAH get into a poetry war with me! ROFL !!!
Squirrely wrath thrown to floor like glove. Confident eyes challenge Heavens above. Ancient Greek Tragedies writ remind, Hubris was the punishment of tomes' bind.
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mALX |
Sep 13 2013, 05:39 AM
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Ancient
Joined: 14-March 10
From: Cyrodiil, the Wastelands, and BFE TN
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QUOTE(Black Hand @ Sep 13 2013, 12:31 AM) QUOTE(mALX @ Sep 12 2013, 09:22 PM) I can write poetry about anything you name at the drop of a hat, lol. NEVAH get into a poetry war with me! ROFL !!!
Squirrely wrath thrown to floor like glove. Confident eyes challenge Heavens above. Ancient Greek Tragedies writ remind, Hubris was the punishment of tomes' bind. Barney! She kneeled before him in the sand pulling the black glove from his hand "Well then." She breathed a quiet breath "Punish me, my man of death." (You won that round, I was on the phone and couldn't concentrate). This post has been edited by mALX: Sep 13 2013, 05:58 AM
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Black Hand |
Sep 13 2013, 05:55 AM
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Master
Joined: 26-December 05
From: Where the sun shines everyday in hell.
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QUOTE(mALX @ Sep 12 2013, 09:39 PM) She kneeled before him in the sand pulling the black glove from his hand kissed his fingers one by one her eyes holding his till she was done "My challenge was only made in fun, if you accepted it you'd better run." Then sank squirrely teeth into his thumb.
Bleeding the blood of the heartless one, if you've sought your equal, thy will be done. With words we build and with words we break, I've taken your challenge, hear the heavens quake. Pure poison flows through these veins, I spit hot fire, I bury remains. This analytical mind replies to your prose, and continues as such until your eyes close. The shade of my gauntlets is a dye, extracted from that which is unseen by eyes. The course is clear, and the duel is set. This little bitey squirrel...poses no threat.
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mALX |
Sep 13 2013, 05:59 AM
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Ancient
Joined: 14-March 10
From: Cyrodiil, the Wastelands, and BFE TN
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QUOTE(Black Hand @ Sep 13 2013, 12:55 AM) QUOTE(mALX @ Sep 12 2013, 09:39 PM) She kneeled before him in the sand pulling the black glove from his hand kissed his fingers one by one her eyes holding his till she was done "My challenge was only made in fun, if you accepted it you'd better run." Then sank squirrely teeth into his thumb.
Bleeding the blood of the heartless one, if you've sought your equal, thy will be done. With words we build and with words we break, I've taken your challenge, hear the heavens quake. Pure poison flows through these veins, I spit hot fire, I bury remains. This analytical mind replies to your prose, and continues as such until your eyes close. The shade of my gauntlets is a dye, extracted from that which is unseen by eyes. The course is clear, and the duel is set. This little bitey squirrel...poses no threat. Wait, I changed the poem after I got off the phone! This post has been edited by mALX: Sep 13 2013, 06:00 AM
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mALX |
Sep 13 2013, 06:20 AM
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Ancient
Joined: 14-March 10
From: Cyrodiil, the Wastelands, and BFE TN
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QUOTE(Black Hand @ Sep 13 2013, 01:16 AM) Interpret not, this move I make As seeking the challenge to forsake. Rather, slumber seeks my night to take. And early in the morrow, must I wake.
The squirrel nods slowly as she reads A smile spread on her face "Black Hand runs and hides in bed, I guess I've put him in his place" She dusts her hands, leans back in her chair And stretches with a regal air.
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