Post by Sven Jacobs on Mar 17, 2009 22:00:25 GMT -5
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Most poems rhyme
But this one doesn’t.
Use caution- 70% of all people were created by accidents.
I am amazed, o wall, that you have not collapsed and fallen, since you must bear the tedious stupidities of so many scrawlers.[/i]
Sven Jacobs chuckled quietly under his breath as he worked, scrubbing a rather strong smelling cleaning fluid into the courtyard's concrete wall. He had to clean this wall about a dozen times a week for all the graffiti that seemed to appear overnight. Most of it was just mindless crap like so and so was here but some of it was actually pretty witty.
The coughing started up like it always did. Sudden and violent, wracking his whole body as if he were about to hack up his insides. Covering his mouth with the crook of his arm, Sven took a step away from the wall, hoping that it was just the fumes of the cleaning products this time but of course it wasn't and the coughing didn't lessen any and it wasn't long before his forearm was coated in blood, beads of red dripping freely to the white pavement under his feet.
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Violets are blue
Most poems rhyme
But this one doesn’t.
WANTED: Meaningful overnight relationship.
I’m getting outta this one horse town-
Just as soon as it’s my turn to ride the horse.
Just as soon as it’s my turn to ride the horse.
Use caution- 70% of all people were created by accidents.
I am amazed, o wall, that you have not collapsed and fallen, since you must bear the tedious stupidities of so many scrawlers.
Sven Jacobs chuckled quietly under his breath as he worked, scrubbing a rather strong smelling cleaning fluid into the courtyard's concrete wall. He had to clean this wall about a dozen times a week for all the graffiti that seemed to appear overnight. Most of it was just mindless crap like so and so was here but some of it was actually pretty witty.
The coughing started up like it always did. Sudden and violent, wracking his whole body as if he were about to hack up his insides. Covering his mouth with the crook of his arm, Sven took a step away from the wall, hoping that it was just the fumes of the cleaning products this time but of course it wasn't and the coughing didn't lessen any and it wasn't long before his forearm was coated in blood, beads of red dripping freely to the white pavement under his feet.
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