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Post by ~NevermoreIcon~ on May 22, 2009 12:57:37 GMT -5
~~The Nuthouse..For the Condemned~
~A nut home~ Me sane? when? ~My oppressed chestnut~ Groans throughout ~Flesh crawls underground~ Orientating, final endeavor ~Each song offers rope~ It, boiled suspect propaganda, ~She.. laughs to heaps~ Insect rot lunchtime, ~(A) faithful quest concluded~ The sore Mayor dies upright, ~We obscure (the) advances~ He introduces successor, ~(we) (a)wait, electric philosopher~
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Post by *Withered Rose* on May 22, 2009 13:11:48 GMT -5
well it definately sounds like a conversation taking place in a nuthouse lol! Very twisted and gory! Great job nmi!!
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Post by johnflournoy on May 22, 2009 14:46:00 GMT -5
Nice one!
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Post by tsu on May 25, 2009 12:01:27 GMT -5
so very "one flew over.." - you really did get the tone right with this creating the perfect atmopsphere for the piece..must say though that this made me laugh.. "..Me sane? when?.." .. a great drop nevermoreicon
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