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There were numerous footprints in pudding on the ground leading to my room while I went to answer the telephone that had been ringing. The phone had a strange stain on it. it could have been barbeque sauce, Ketchup or blood. Then the phone turned to ash and then the room! One wrong move and the whole Thing comes crumbling down. We fell for ever, Inner-walls slimed and excreting fiery ***** chunks while the search for water is abandon Landed in a pool of black thick slimy muck, The snakes comes slither, tar oil, burnt charcoal; snakes Pearly white eyes and long black tongue There venom is the orange in the bag from liposuction A light! I say, A light! down there! sometimes the only way out is deeper through the ****** pus hole And fight the white head with nothing but your bare hands
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Feb 14, 2012
Feb 14, 2012 at 12:10 AM UTC
Dreams of Success
There were numerous footprints in pudding on the ground leading to my room while I went to answer the telephone that had been ringing. The phone had a strange stain on it. it could have been barbeque sauce, Ketchup or blood. Then the phone turned to ash and then the room! One wrong move and the whole Thing comes crumbling down. We fell for ever, Inner-walls slimed and excreting fiery ***** chunks while the search for water is abandon Landed in a pool of black thick slimy muck, The snakes comes slither, tar oil, burnt charcoal; snakes Pearly white eyes and long black tongue There venom is the orange in the bag from liposuction A light! I say, A light! down there! sometimes the only way out is deeper through the ****** pus hole And fight the white head with nothing but your bare hands
hank-roberts
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Feb 14, 2012
Feb 14, 2012 at 12:10 AM UTC
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