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12-11-2003, 11:37 AM
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leaving
Join Date: Apr 2003
Location: up on the hill
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black
the bottom of the forest
endless night thick, drenched velvet cover all slowly spreading, absolute just playground sadness openly displayed infinite space doleful, elegant solace eternal fascination |
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12-11-2003, 05:59 PM
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half baked
Join Date: Sep 2002
Location: just ducky
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apple green
or is it chartreuse? crisp and juicy tart and tangy wakes me up and makes me happy spring leaves, tender shoots and velvety soft grass martians and sugar snap peas a memory of his eyes... challenging bright, sensuous light slightly rebellious, uncontainable and very good
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12-26-2003, 01:09 AM
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leaving
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lametta
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~glittery ~~jittery ~~~fragile ~~~~docile ~~~~~mobile ~~~~~~agile ~~~~~~~sparkle ~~~~~~~~twinkle ~~~~~~~~~yestereve ~ |
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01-30-2004, 06:51 AM
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one classy broad
Join Date: Sep 2002
Location: The Cornhusker State
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pink
eyeing aureola peeking above her shirtline an accident blush at catching it she blushes that you caught it walk into a strawberry and pucker up
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02-04-2004, 03:50 PM
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leaving
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Location: up on the hill
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rainbow
gives flight to birds of paradise
song of longing of earth and life glistening in the sunlight ugly bridesmaid dress kiss the frogs spring leaves, tender shoots tart and golden the bitter citrus smell wafts upwards boom! |
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02-05-2004, 05:03 PM
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Beige
Noncommitted
unopinionated unassuming bland flavorless empty fits in anywhere as a computer should |
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02-05-2004, 07:14 PM
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leaving
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hedgehog
black
white silver beige peach brown white |
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02-06-2004, 05:22 PM
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fluorescent yellow
jumps out at the page
pointing out the points that hold the paragraphs together or perhaps making your mistakes glare out at you and yell: “Hey!! Don’t forget about me! I need to be revised!” Sometimes it is a way of conveying something to a client, for instance, in a publication proof, “this is supposed to be in color,” on a black & white ad printout. Lemongrass is a pretty bright yellow. Not quite fluorescent, but I still remember those long summer days when I was a kid, nibbling on it. |
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02-10-2004, 12:58 AM
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leaving
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lava
gold
orange red yellow yellow gold red orange black yellow black gold orange red red orange gold red yellow black orange red orange yellow orange red black orange red black yellow gold yellow orange red orange black gold black orange yellow red |
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02-10-2004, 01:09 AM
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leaving
Join Date: Apr 2003
Location: up on the hill
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stars
**white
***** **************gold **************** *******silver ********* *gold *** *************************silver *************************** ***********white ************** |
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02-11-2004, 05:12 AM
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Asphalt
black, gray and white constellation of tar, pitch, gravel
Yellow trails of paint, the yellow road, your destination little shiney black patches of run-over chewing gum dried blood from the roadkill, a stray feather from a run-over owl. Black, caked asphalt, cracked beneath the pressure of truck tires moving goods from the Long Beach Harbor, paper, gasoline, soda a million billion commuters rolling through each day, cracks in the asphalt |
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02-22-2004, 01:45 AM
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Key Lime Pie rocks!!!
Join Date: Jan 2004
Location: Oh, yeah!
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Brown:
Pine needles covering the trail on a winter hike in Little Talbot State Park. Ferns covering a long dead oak tree waiting for Spring rains to wake them up. A mare and foal I found had spent the night behind my tent on Cumberland Island. Her ribs were showing as it had been a dry winter. Old bull gator gliding through the tannin stained water in the Okefenokee. Cypress trees along Billy's Lake, paddling towards Billy's Island. My wood canoe paddle dipping into and out of the water. Thrashers flying overhead as I toss the ball for my big dog, Kodi, so named because he is brown like a Kodiak Grizzly. Brown and white like my little dog Fred. Not so much that as brown and gray. Fred and dirty are synonymous. A brown blur as Kodi and Fred play Alpha Dog Smackdown in the back yard. They take turns winning. Cabinet grade plywood as I rip it on the table saw. Even richer brown when I cover it with contact cement before covering brown plywood with black laminate for another countertop. Vickie's eyes as she reaches for me in the morning light. Corn flakes in the morning while we watch Scooby-Doo. |
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03-02-2004, 11:47 PM
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monkey
Join Date: Mar 2004
Location: Gomersal.
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cautious
approach de-rail, fragment Red. visible violence Shame Regret. Red. |
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03-27-2004, 04:37 PM
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Conspiracy Theorist
Join Date: Mar 2004
Location: cleveland, oh
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azure
cool throat chakra calling me in cerulean dreams of a beloved blue velvet voice the blues are not always sad sometimes they're liquid joy |
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03-28-2004, 08:24 AM
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no more nice girl
Join Date: Jan 2004
Posts: 5,054
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Peach and Blue
My mother's house is painted peach and blue. Psycho colours says my friend. I agree And think of gravel crunching Which was her car arriving And Dad putting down his violin He knew he could play no more. And the tango for two, Aztec stripes of brightness and joy, Became for three And turned to peach and blue. |
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