Dead Poets : Forum : Alphabet soup in my eye, apple..


Alphabet soup in my eye, apples failing

14 Years Ago


the forum is dead. Where bleeds the word, the narcissistic strokes of girded loins?
A frozen rictus, cleft and seized.
BEHOLD! such bloody gums have bled out.
Dead poets speak naught though multidimensions beckon.
Energy? Potential, too consumed with pomp. Underfed.
Without exchange the inspiration of suffering declines,
flowers and saccharine prevail...


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14 Years Ago


Ooh, well said. It somewhat escapes me, so I've read it a few times.

Someone should do something to liven up everyone. We should play the Corrupt-A-Wish-Foundation game.

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14 Years Ago


 I laughed heartily at Corrupt-A-Wish! Next clik: How do we play?

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14 Years Ago


Well, someone starts off by saying something starting with "I wish" and the next person grants it, but adds an unfortunate consequence.

For ex:


I could say:

I wish I were a bar of soap.



the next person would respond:

Granted. You are now Roseanne's bar of soap.

I wish I could have seen the last lunor eclipse.


The next person would follow with saying granted....and end with their own wish and so on.