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Posted by: Pirengle
« on: August 13, 2004, 07:35:07 PM »

(written by and for Jesse, assembled by Pirengle, 8/13/04)

I had you fooled though, didn't I?
YOU FAIL.
Your elegant prose makes me
feel peckish. Truly you are
a master of the art of style
and papyrus. With the intention
of evoking which emotion from the subject?
He becomes anorexic and DIES.
Har har har. Ha ha,
just kidding.
Posted by: Pirengle
« on: August 13, 2004, 07:27:02 PM »

Tashia’s eyes flickered
tavern lights burnt low
the gaze
once beheld her lover now
burned with scorn
and shame. The corner
table, rickety old chair
sagging wall
all that held him from the floor
his ale mug empty, smelled like
he’d emptied the cellar
his head hung disbelieving, his
bloodshot eyes fixed on her fire

Tashia raised the axe over her
head and prepared to swing