Seasons
This is a forum or general chit-chat, small talk, a "hey, how ya doing?" and such. Or hell, get crazy deep on something. Whatever you like.
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Posts 1,481 - 1,492 of 6,170
Truth
21 years ago
21 years ago
I think it has something to do with pop up messages. Maybe it blocks getting messages from people on this website too.
Scooby-Doo
21 years ago
21 years ago
Yeah, that might be it. But now that I'm on the school computers I can recieve messages again.
Truth
21 years ago
21 years ago
Well Scooby-Doo I miss your poems you should post more of them soon. Like maybe tomorrow. Post them on Dogh'd's Cosmic Bar. I can't wait to read them
Truth
21 years ago
21 years ago
I wasn't sure where to post this request so I post it here hoping people will read it. If there are any lawyers or people in law class/school contact Scooby-Doo, Lynx77 or me. Since we are in law class and just learning. We may have questions that others in this profession or learning this profession could answer. We will appreciate your knowledge in this area.
Shadyman
21 years ago
21 years ago
Gah! Must be a Ma Bell conspiracy!! They were keeping me away from my beloved internet!! *screams*
*MY* password wouldnt authenticate with the server. grrr
*MY* password wouldnt authenticate with the server. grrr
deleted
21 years ago
21 years ago
here is a new poem called Prey although I'm not sure if it is a poem.
Run!
Hide!
Fear!
These are the only things prey know
It is worse if the prey is human
For then the prey remembers times of happiness
When it was not hunted
Run!
Hide!
Fear!
It is a never ending cycle
The only release is in death!
Run!
Hide!
Fear!
These are the only things prey know
It is worse if the prey is human
For then the prey remembers times of happiness
When it was not hunted
Run!
Hide!
Fear!
It is a never ending cycle
The only release is in death!
Lynx77
21 years ago
21 years ago
By the way feel free to correct any grammar errors. Evil66 told me it was fine by her. As long as Websafe does it. No one else is allowed to mess with the material.
Truth
21 years ago
21 years ago
Here's a depressing poem for guys, it's called My little Yellow Rocking Horse.
It's paint has chipped away with time
chip, chip
The wood begins to rot
And what was once my favourite toy
Is nothing but dust
My little,
Yellow
Rocking Horse.
Pretty dumb right? It was thought up by me while my friend and I were bored to death in class and challenged each other to write something sad about a yellow rocking horse. I won that little game.
It's paint has chipped away with time
chip, chip
The wood begins to rot
And what was once my favourite toy
Is nothing but dust
My little,
Yellow
Rocking Horse.
Pretty dumb right? It was thought up by me while my friend and I were bored to death in class and challenged each other to write something sad about a yellow rocking horse. I won that little game.
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