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Darlin' by OneMoreFreek
Darlin' You're So Blind
080401

My darlin' with closed eyes,
fragile lashes.  Brushin'
willful blind eyes,
my fingers round cheeks.
Oh, darlin', why can't you see?
You can't see,
you don't-won't,
you're blind to all you do.
All you can see is those men,
but darlin', darlin', you're so blind.
My darlin',
those men ain't got nothin' on you;
& they can't do nothin'
if you won't say “yes.”
There may be monsters in your head,
but, darlin', just ‘cause they’re there
don’t make ‘em right.
But you're blind to that,
blind to what I see.
Please see what I say.
I’ll paint pictures with words if it will help,
but, darlin', you must see, you...
You gotta see what I'm sayin'
before they eat you up inside.
You're blind to all you do.
Please see what I say,
‘cause, darlin', no one sees you like me.
The colors of my words, hangin' between us like a fog
& I’m the only one who's seein' you, more'n a toy.
You can’t see that ‘cause all
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Literature
Theme 2: Cancer by Azuire
can·cer  [kan-ser]
–noun, genitive
a. a malignant and invasive growth or tumor
b. any evil condition or thing that spreads destructively; blight.
Salutations,
You whose silence tramples in
The internality of
Bodily mechanisms
As though stirred by
Thunder.
ça va? You whose
Enduring existential
Anomaly for
Those who refuse to stand
Beneath the rime of
Night, quietly pulsing
Quietly pulsing
Through the veins of pains
As though lightning and—
And a future of
Ceaseless black that only light cures
But it burns
It burns.

Wilkommen,
You whose death treads softly
Through the externality
Of mind.
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Theme 10: Autumn by Azuire
Amid the autumn leaves a flame
With hidden brows upon the mountain
A gust into the raging storm
Across the meadow they rise and march
Towards the north, a black heaven
Wreathed the comfort of the shadow.
The blowing speed now in shadow
Turning and dimming the flame
A fire lost within a heaven
To shroud a clouded mountain
A steady thump, a beat to march
Till the branches sway in the storm
the hourglass sands glossed in storm
While the world sleeps in archaic shadow
With dreams spent, they rise and march
Recalling the days of burrowing flame
Still the rocks fall down the mountain
And the sky merges with heaven.
The hail falls from calloused heaven
Buried a day in cold and frosty storm.
The ice perched atop the mountain
Lands beneath steeped in shadow
Yawning deep and light the flame
Slow they rise again and march.
So across the painted fields they march,
Reaching for a light in eastward heaven
Through the charcoal bark, burnt by flame
Fear the flight of emerald robes in the storm
Clouded
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Valentine's Day by Azuire
there's a dull silence in the hallway
as you walk further and further astray
choose a day from days gone by, if you would care to
relive the moments--stealing food and patience
but you still smell like orchids and fire.
but there's hollow spaces where the stars should be--
and the movie theatre is quieter than ordinary
there's a new door we haven't danced through yet
and we missed another great sunset.
your voice plays more often than the top 20
[but never can my mind wander towards you]
I'll just brood over a bitter parting
until not when or where
I can look you in the eyes again.
[believe me I will]
so count the numbers, part by part
at least you won't miss a broken heart
but there's hollow spaces where the stars should be--
and the movie theatre is quieter than ordinary
there's a new door we haven't danced through yet
and we missed another great sunset...
...now give me back my heart or I'll shoot.
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Literature
Daniel Dangerfield
Mine heart complains much in vain
again and again
of a name that means so much and yet again
causes me such pain that even winter breeze cannot compete
nor the thorns of sweet red roses beneath my feet
and upon the shore of green and yellow blades of grass
My darling love
faceless, structureless
less solid than running water upon a stream
and yet I tell you when I wade my feet to cool
I feel your body solid wrapping around mine
like a dream
must it seem
so impossible
for your love?
Oh for God's sake
make no mistake
I love you more than I did an hour ago
My groins are like pillars upon a shaking tower
under siege and I am losing
and though I deny
I yearn for your sweet blond hair
to brush against my wanting skin
and your stern thin lips to lock on mine
to kiss hungrily like how a morsel food is to stray
Daniel... Daniel... Daniel
I keep repeating your handsome name
you look at me mockingly as though daring to pull you from that piece of paper
I have drawn you upon
with words I have writ
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Something Else by Crowhesghost
I heard the door
Click
As you left
The last time you left
And I'm here
By this bed
We shared
We fared
Better than fair
But it wasn't enough to make you
Keep your heart
In this one
We'd become.
Now the card that I have
With the glitter hearts
And the flowers rotting
On the windowsill
Reflect your face still
And I hear the couples
Outside my door
Whispering their reminders
That I'm in here
With my thoughts,
Warm beer,
And something else...
Did you win the radio call-in
The ski trip for two?
Which two were you?
All your words
The electric fingers
Gone
Exploring other slopes
Your tongue seeking warmer climes.
I thought I saw you yesterday
Your face in the storefront
When I looked again
It was me
Myself
And I
don't want to face front
That I don't see you
Here
Just my thoughts,
Warm beer,
And something else...
Now this day for lovers
Like a tsunami dawns
Drowns
Pounds my blood
Into my brain
One red fist
Into gray finity
Ruthless beats.
I sleep not at all,
The jazz has lost its flavor, and
Th
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Daily Bread by Raldaism :iconliteraryunderground:LiteraryUnderground 0 0
Literature
Let's Save The World
“Let's save the world!
(It's Valentine's Day)”
I tell you all in one breath, misty mouths
between masked up faces.
Hardly legal Power Rangers
red, black, and green
stomping angry at the Ides of February.
Hard boots clanging with every step,
we leave a trail:
burning Hallmark cards
and graffiti on every storefront window
loudly proclaim
The Truth about Valentine's Day.
Comic book tales
bloody saints
and Catholic killers,
all for a man who never did exist;
all for an imaginary martyr,
a composite,
a bishop, a priest, and an African martyr.
Colonized cupids
Howland, Hallmark, and Richard's favorite liar,
invented love birds and mass-produced doilies.
“Apple green lollipops and candy bracelets
will never spell my love for you,”
I whisper in a gasp,
sloppy makeouts hiding in a dumpster.
“Let's save the world
from Valentine's Day,
because Valen means worthy
and tine is a point on a fork.
So let's stab it in the heart.”
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Literature
Up From The Gutter
It's mighty dark here in this hole
My only lighting a tint
Inconsistent glow as
I try to climb to claw my way
Up these walls that hem me in
Then I see them peering down
Pouring refuse 'pon me head
I cling tight accept the abuse
My only goal to reach the light
Then finally beneath the lip
Before I slip I grasp the ledge
Over the edge I pull myself
To find a shelf in a larger
Hole illuminated by a tiny
Inconsistent glow
But now I know that I can scale
The heights I reach my goal again
So I begin the next long climb
Keeping in mind all their abuse
They can't dilute the drive to grow
Desire to know what I can be
And when at last I end the rise
I climb up to my feet with pride
A task complete a man full grown
I stand alone reach for the flame
And hear God say... Ếcrasez l'infâme!
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Tuesday: On My Way to Work
I was on my out of Tennessee
with the tumbleweed winds
and the Eastern sun on me
As the sky lits up like a cigarette
sleepy eyes crawl out of their nest and beds
Then a thought or two springs like poptarts in my head
The breeze is a beach
and the heat is sand
Hit the corner of the street
hide the bunnies with the tambourines
but your name it seems to be
shifting on me
I can't quite put it like a compass with no arrow
life sure is weird down the straight and narrow
Pink butterflies come out in the wind
to built a castle in the sand
or bury me
I'll get right down on it eventually
Your name is out there
I can almost see
but the bunny suit hippie won't play for me
Circus music
and boardwalk feet
I'm on a fork
round about the mid of a mouth
but memory's gone way down south
No I won't play
coz it's a little rough
No I won't say
that's coz it's hidden now
A little earlier back
if you gotten on track
you'd realise a twist
a tumble in the swinging stacks of tires and back
When I wasn't forty th
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Prayer by Crowhesghost
Let my words fall
Into deaf ears
Manna from
Wherever
I didn't think you
Would listen
But I wasted
My time just the same
No shame
In trying to
Wake the masses
In their
Mass grave
Internet porn
Bedroom plots
And video game
Eulogies-
Speaking down to
Zombies
Walking on the
Eggshell dreams
of nightly-lost
Virginities
And unscrupulous
E-drugs-
When your life's on hold
W/ computer-
Uploaded VD
Lara Croft's the
Silicon queen of your
Information Highway
Mononucleosis-
I tried to
Open your eyes to
The trees and
The air all around
But you were
Eyeballing I-pods
And balling up
Your fists to the
Sky-
Crying-
Let my words fall
On deaf ears
And let them
Seal the teared eyes
Let them fall like rain
Into the pacified
Minds,
The cattle hearts
Of the discontented malcontents
Let them take root
In the
Barren soil
Of burned-out souls
Send out shoots
Tendrils
Runners of green
Verbage-
Let my words grow
In the X-Box terraformed
Malformed
Misinformed
Sheep-cloned
Picture-tube
Binary horizon
And raise
Their b
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Literature
Theta by OneMoreFreek
Theta
080118
Brain in pulsing theta
and his eyes half slit
he stares,
ostentatious lips and kitten-scritch cornrows.
He leans back slow
against the wall
smoking nostrils and smoky eyes.
Hands with palms of well worn leather,
hands tracing "come here" in the sky
which floats gently
gently
gently between us.
Deep set in brandy-sparkling skin, his
pupils dilate with each undulating thought
spinning, throbbing, drifting
from his theta-wave eyes.
Flashing lashes
cast soft moonshine over
high-cresting cheekbones.
Broken beams spill like milk
over my fingers,
caught in his diamond-sharpened teeth.
My chapped bottom lip
--cracked and bleeding slowly--
twists against my L21
just before
his long slow strong arms
pounce and pin and drive
fingernails through shoulder blades
attaching the floor to my flaring S-curved spine
with glinting grinning eyes.
My knees
on his bare shoulders
tremble--
he leans back slow
beckoning with crooked smile
and theta-blossom eyes.
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Up From The Gutter
Up From The Gutter
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It's mighty dark here in this hole
My only lighting a tint
Inconsistent glow as
I try to climb to claw my way
Up these walls that hem me in
Then I see them peering down
Pouring refuse 'pon me head
I cling tight accept the abuse
My only goal to reach the light
Then finally beneath the lip
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Anyway
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People are unreasonable, illogical and self centered.
        Love them anyway...
If you do good, people will accuse you of selfish ulterior motives.
        Do good anyway...
If you are successful, you win false friends and true enemies.
        Succeed anyway...
The good you do will be forgotten tomorrow.
        Do good anyway...
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Tuesday: On my way to work
I was on my out of Tennessee
with the tumbleweed winds
and the Eastern sun on me
As the sky lits up like a cigarette
sleepy eyes crawl out of their nest and beds
Then a thought or two springs like poptarts in my head
The breeze is a beach
and the heat is sand
Hit the corner of the street
hide the bunnies with the tambourines
but your name it seems to be
shifting on me
I can't quite put it like a compass with no arrow
life sure is weird down the straight and narrow
Pink butterflies come out in the wind
to built a castle in the sand
or bury me
I'll get right down on it eventually
Your name is out there
I can almost see
but the bunny suit hippie won't play for me
Circus music
and boardwalk feet
I'm on a fork
round about the mid of a mouth
but memory's gone way down south
No I won't play
coz it's a little rough
No I won't say
that's coz it's hidden now
A little earlier back
if you gotten on track
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Find the Answers
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Why do I suffer in silence
and why am I losing my brother and sister to violence?
Why is the weight of the world on my shoulder
and why because of my color I'm treated colder?
Am I being rebellious because I find my own path
and why are our soldiers dying in a bloodbath?
Am I being selfish doe wanting some time
and why am I being punished for speaking my mind?
Why do you belittle women calling them whores
and why do we still look down on the poor?
Why are so many people dying from AIDS
and why were threats on Jesse Jackson's life made?
Why am I sometimes looked at as not human;
is it because of my race that you do not understand?
Why do the government sell products that cause cancer?
Could you please help me find the answers?!?
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She of My Dreams
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        of my heart's discontent parade victoriously
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                or so it seems...
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        empty streets—
                Followed her through crowded malls.
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Emotional.
Mental.
Society.
Culture.
Sex.
Age.
Race.
Concrete.  Electric fences.  Barbwire.  Gun towers.  Metal detectors.  Security cameras.  Lockdown.  Strip cell.  Shackles.  Searches.  Frisks.  Escorts.
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A homeless person.
A tired and poor.
They have more freedom,
yet, far less than most.
Even a prisoner.
They have the one thing
we don't.
Freedom.
They are alive.
Prisoners just “live.”
How many prisoners
are so willing
to live out of a shopping cart,
sift garbage,
sleep in a cardboard box
just to have the freedoms
the homeless have.
Is a soup kitchen bad?
Is a halfway house or shelter bad?
Are Salvation Army clothes bad?
Is being scorned as homeless worse than
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Past my heart's window...comes a weeping wind
        Her tiny voice heard at the edge of a night's end
Small precious child who we shall never know
        A lost little soul who lived a nightmare of woe
Little Lisa the girl who weeps in the night
        How the days for you must have been such a fright
The nights you spent weeping in fear of the day
        Never given a choice for life in love's way
I ask night's embrace of the love that we send
        To Lisa...who's gliding on currents of wind
Ever in heart does the wind leave its mark
        Holding little Lisa who weeps in the dark.
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You had to be pro-war to be called patriotic,
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One could still support the troops and not the administration.
Being bully of the world won't make us a better nation.
They had Christians saying peace isn't what the Bible flaunted,
But they should have asked themselves, “Is this what Jesus would have wanted?”
We're supposed to hate the French today for standing in out way.
But if things keep going sour, seems they'll have the final say.
They trashed a country singer because she voiced her opinion.
Seems like freedom of expression here no longer has dominion.
Musicians of the day would not sing out against the fighting,
So far too many kids today think war's somehow exciting.
We were quick to end the war, but we botched the occupation.
The post-combat deaths, though, brought lots of frustration.
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“Daddy, will you hold my hand?
I sure do miss you, Daddy.
Please don't cry, Daddy.
I wish I could wipe away your tears.
“I read your poems in school the other day, Daddy.
All the other kids said, 'Oh he sure does have a good Dad.'
I just laughed with all the girls and boys.
I didn't tell them you were in jail.
I was scared, but then I cried.
I'm sorry, Daddy.
“I went to the park yesterday
          and flew my kite, Daddy.
I watched all the little boys fly their
          kite with their daddy.
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Journal Entry: Thu May 8, 2008, 11:37 AM
Okay, cats and kittens, I know I've been MIA for a while. Trying to get things back into shape and whatnot... Man, those personal issues are a total bitch, ain't they? :D

But, I'll not let them drag me down anymore. You guys depend on me on like a fish needs water, and I'm the most important person in the world right now, I know (I just love these anti-depressants, they're so empowering :pills:), but on to more important matters.

Okay, seriously, though, I've gotten our first admin volunteer. Let's give a big round of applause and an espresso to :icononemorefreek: for stepping up to lend a hand, despite his own undisclosed personal crises. From now on, we'll be referring to Toby as Manservant Hecubus, and I expect you all to show him the same disre-, er, respect you almost show me. Thanks, Toby, and welcome aboard!

And let's also give a big Underground welcome to our newest member, :iconsezza-is-me: Welcome to the club!

Now, then, on to the other stuff you've maybe been wondering about. No, I didn't worry about the ten themes thingy for March. I didn't do them, either, having dealt with other issues which sucked up a lot of my time and energy, so we'll chalk that one up to experience. And I'm not going to be featuring a poet of the month for May, since it's already well into the month, and the shorter time would be really unfair to the poet. But, we WILL be picking it back up in June, so keep an eye out for that.

Also, in order to further the Underground's goal of total world domination through the literary arts, I would like to encourage each of you to check out Read This Magazine. One of the editors is dA's own :icontheobviouschild:, and they're looking for submissions. So, obviously, if you guys have a few minutes to spare, submit your best work. Even if you're not accepted, they'll still read your work, and offer pointers on how to improve your writing, and you can't go wrong there. And besides, they could always say "Accepted!" But you won't know until you try, will you? ;) I know you guys have it in you to shine, so start shining, dammit!

Now, for May's writing assignment, I'll set the tone a little darker. I could say, write me your best example of being broken-hearted and let down hard, but emo poetry is so last February. So, instead, what say we let the djinni out of the bottle and release all the REAL hurt we've repressed after a harsh breakup? We don't need all that negative energy inside us, do we, so give me your best, bile-laden, "what the hell is HIS/HER damage, anyway?", you totally didn't deserve this treatment poetry. Let 'er rip, kids. :nod:

Oh, and, for an extra credit assignment, I've got a REAL challenge for you. You're going to start a fight with a total stranger- Oops, sorry, went into Fight Club mode for a sec. No, here's what I want you to do:
If you can, find yourselves a poetry night somewhere close to you. Go to said poetry night and participate, which means actually reading your work to the crowd, and bring a friend along to videotape you in action. Post the vid on youtube or wherever. We need to get to know each other here, and what better way than starting to put faces to usernames, eh? :D

Like I said, though, it's extra credit. I know how time (or lack thereof) and other things can interfere with that.

Okay, well, I can't think of anything else for now, so it looks like it's time to say:

Peace and bottle of hair grease!
Out!



Some sweet shtuff to get you up, in the literary sense:


More Light Than Death Could Bear by our own Hind Shoufani ( :iconraldaism: )
Book of Blues by Jack Kerouac
Howl by Allen Ginsberg
A Season in Hell by Arthur Rimbaud
Wilderness and The American Night by Jim Morrison
Tarantula by Bob Dylan
I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou
Aloud: Voices from the Nuyorican Poets Cafe




Music that will (hopefully) inspire you:


The Beatles-Sgt Pepper's
Bob Dylan- Bringin' It All Back Home
The Doors-An American Prayer
Cowboy Bebop OST
Bob Dylan-Blood on the Tracks
Super Mario Galaxy OST
Ludwig van Beethoven-9th Symphony
Miles Davis-Kind of Blue




Poet of the Month

:icononemorefreek:

Blurb-o-phone: I reside in picturesque central New York, currently suffering from a rare bout of sunshine, where I devote my life to smashing the state and bringing down civilization. Dumpster diving is one of my more favorite activities, but I write, I draw, I sew, I throw things, I yell, I Food Not Bomb, I get extra-relationship booty, huzzah. Right now I'm gearing up for anniversary of the war celebrations and planning for the Bash Back consulta upcoming in Chicago (that's the queer/trans convergence to plan for the DNC/RNC protests). I also work with the Prisoner Express program in Ithaca (shameless plug! prisonerexpress.deviantart.com).

Life plans? Working Renassaince Faire this summer, heading to the Twin Cities in mid-August to fuck shit up in the RNC, sticking around there for a couple months to fix some shit up as well. Then, traveling the country (on and off the Faire circuit) with a puppy, a yurt, and a Baby Face.

And to answer somebody's prying question, no, I change my underpants only every so often, because They kick you out of Club (A)narchy if you bathe. And milk is for pudding.

Theta- Theta
Theta
080118

Brain in pulsing theta
and his eyes half slit
he stares,
ostentatious lips and kitten-scritch cornrows.
He leans back slow
against the wall
smoking nostrils and smoky eyes.
Hands with palms of well worn leather,
hands tracing "come here" in the sky
which floats gently
gently
gently between us.
Deep set in brandy-sparkling skin, his
pupils dilate with each undulating thought
spinning, throbbing, drifting
from his theta-wave eyes.
Flashing lashes
cast soft moonshine over
high-cresting cheekbones.
Broken beams spill like milk
over my fingers,
caught in his diamond-sharpened teeth.
My chapped bottom lip
--cracked and bleeding slowly--
twists against my L21
just before
his long slow strong arms
pounce and pin and drive
fingernails through shoulder blades
attaching the floor to my flaring S-curved spine
with glinting grinning eyes.
My knees
on his bare shoulders
tremble--
he leans back slow
beckoning with crooked smile
and theta-blossom eyes.

Scream- Scream
Scream with all the furied determination
of someone else's horses
who run rampaging,
racetracks through the bloodstream
and a stable in the heart.
Scream
when you feel their blood
beading at the cut
on the side of your hand.
Scream like a songbird
on March twenty-third,
just as the day reaches out
and brushes, with snow-blued finger tips,
the point
where you scream
to welcome the
impending explosions of the mind.

Sky Merman Superfreek- Sky Merman Superfreek
This strange being walks through the abandoned streets of suburbia,
walks with sky mermaid hair matching the
anime raccoon eyes, matching the
coal heart hiding
a rainbow soul to match.
Loose-hipped and tight-lipped,
walking down a suburban road.

              I live in a ghost town.
              I walked along the empty asphalt paths
              where shiny insect-backed cars
              tight sealed houses
              and piles of cigarette butts ten feet high
              glare at me and my intrusion.
         




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  • Listening to: The Doors
  • Reading: Aloud: Voices from the Nuyorican Poets Cafe
  • Watching: Cowboy Bebop
  • Playing: Final Fantasy XII
  • Eating: nada, at the mo'...
  • Drinking: Coke

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:iconazuire:
Azuire Featured By Owner Aug 22, 2008
Hello....? [voice echoes]
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OneMoreFreek Featured By Owner May 10, 2008
Manservant. Heeheehee.

No one knows why I'm so pleased with this name ...right?
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Monkeydude13 Featured By Owner Feb 29, 2008
what's this now?
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ClaudiaCasanova Featured By Owner Feb 17, 2008
hey there ;)

Sign me up bubba :glomp:
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LiteraryUnderground Featured By Owner Feb 22, 2008
You're in the loop, babe! :D
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michelesato Featured By Owner Feb 5, 2008  Hobbyist Writer
I'd like to join, please
congrats for the new and ESSENTIAL club!

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LiteraryUnderground Featured By Owner Feb 10, 2008
The essential club of which you are now a part! :D

Welcome to the Underground!
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liveinmusic111 Featured By Owner Feb 1, 2008
Ok, I'm officially wanting to join. What do I have to do? Blood oath? Buy Starbucks? Come on, give me something to work with. lol
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LiteraryUnderground Featured By Owner Feb 3, 2008
First, you must swear fealty to me, and cast off all that society dictates is good.

Okay, not really.

Just watch the club, and send a note saying "Join,", and you're good to go. But keep yer mitts off my French vanilla. :D
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liveinmusic111 Featured By Owner Feb 4, 2008
Urm...would you like to define "fealty" to me before I swear to it?

Ok, I'll watch it. And send you a note. And why exactly would I waste my time on something as icky as French vanilla????
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