

A Ballade to Two...A Ballade to Two Who Have Known MeA Ballade to Two...
She sings, she sings her scales, and they come- Rippling her legs, a mosaic of fishy flesh and skin Her song is of the brine and foam, the brown-green loam and they hearken to her voice, the stricken men; And did I not also fall to my knees just then? Soul-bound we are, friend and sister, Our voices twine above the din. She sings, and I Love Her.
She laughs, her eyes are flashing, black beacons Cutting through the skies, lightning at midnight, and in her embrace is a summertime riot, night giving way to the sun. She devours
Grass Snake
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We all found an audience, but you found the worst of me...
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'Is death the last sleep? No, it is the last final awakening.' - Sir Walter Scott
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'Is death the last sleep? No, it is the last final awakening.' - Sir Walter Scott
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The Exquisite Corpse:[link]
My website: [link]
The surreal arts:[link]
CollaborativeCorpse:[link]
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Rule 35
An addendum to Internet Rule 34, which states "If there is not porn of it, porn will be made of it."
net surfer: Man, I can't find Rule 34 porn of that obscure anime character anywhere.
net surfer: Well, I can draw. Let's invoke Rule 35.
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Rule 35
An addendum to Internet Rule 34, which states "If there is not porn of it, porn will be made of it."
net surfer: Man, I can't find Rule 34 porn of that obscure anime character anywhere.
net surfer: Well, I can draw. Let's invoke Rule 35.
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