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The world was full of skyscrapers and I was a poet with windows.
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Enter a world where nightmares are what people do to rest. A world where terror is spelled "j-o-u-r-n-a-l-i-s-m." The Workshop from Hell
So you checked out the above story of terror. Good. Now it's time to use your vocal chords for laughter, rather than screams. Okay, that's enough of a lead-in for you. Here's the MiSTing of "The Workshop from Hell," as told by my great friend, Angela. *trumpet fanfare*
Ever wish your vocabulary were plethoric rather than insubstantial? If so, have I got news for you.
If you liked "The Workshop from Hell" you should give my poems a chance.
If I write a book it will be called...
"Life and How to Live it."
I dig R.E.M.
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My friends and I have been through our share of antics. These pages are dedicated to those antics.
Great people, good times, sore feet, no sleep...that's what paging
was all about.
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We like fake nose rings...
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