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About time for another one of these, haven't seen one this year as far as I can recall (which is not far but the acid flashbacks are worth it - who said that?).
So get to it and stuff!
1 Hedfix
2 Dringo
3 ßulle††
4 sweet Tooth
5 Kawada
6 Lipe
7 Vampyr
8 lcarus
9 Cycloon
10 Very_Metal
11 gerrid
12 Wink
13 FinalFantasyFanatic
14 Cong Man
15 cookie monster
16 rah
17 SHEEPY
18 Grix Thraves
19 Pandaemonium
20 Creepy
21 mermoid
22 crossbob
23 Tiltawhirl
24 Clazon
25 monkey_man
26 Wardy_MoD
27 Blank
28 phi11ip
29 gamesfreak
30 Revo
31 Tphi
32 Emitime
33 Surrealguy
34 mattributé
35 Rickoss
36 English_Bloke
37 munn
38 Puddin'
39 Chr1s
40 fire-starter
41 Kilgore Trout
42 Coin
43 Niddle
44 JFH
45 Ineedsleep
46 cweek2000
47 Bob_The_Moose
48 Goatboy
49 It Is Not You Its Me
50 Timmargh
51 Flock
52 Nashbrains
53 Paradox:
54 Chad Niga
55 Notorious Biggles
56 The Hibernator
57 Strafio
58 sPiKeCaSt
59 satans little helper
60 Whitestripes DX
61 Mav
62 Reefer
63 or†ega
64 RoJ
65 Silent Thunder
66 Light
67 Nimco
68 MR.COATES
69 Lucy Jane
70 The Winster
71 N64 Fan
72 SpongeBobSpermPants
73 Damarus
74 Green Ferocity
75 Forza - User Banned!
76 AfroJoe
77 Lil Bro
78 Mode
79 Tomoose
80 Grandprix
81 chris is nfs u fan [aka idiot #2]
82 Ashman
83 Ms NY
84 Robin
85 Geffdof
86 poopots
87 Jae
88 Shelljed
89 cipro
90 Virtuoso
91 Tyla
92 Mr Snuggly
93 Miserableman
94 AbsoluT Neó
95 Macintosh [aka idiot #1]
96 pb
97 DiscoDexy
98 WòókieeMøn§†€®
99 Colourless
100 AliBoy
So get to it and stuff!
1 Hedfix
2 Dringo
3 ßulle††
4 sweet Tooth
5 Kawada
6 Lipe
7 Vampyr
8 lcarus
9 Cycloon
10 Very_Metal
11 gerrid
12 Wink
13 FinalFantasyFanatic
14 Cong Man
15 cookie monster
16 rah
17 SHEEPY
18 Grix Thraves
19 Pandaemonium
20 Creepy
21 mermoid
22 crossbob
23 Tiltawhirl
24 Clazon
25 monkey_man
26 Wardy_MoD
27 Blank
28 phi11ip
29 gamesfreak
30 Revo
31 Tphi
32 Emitime
33 Surrealguy
34 mattributé
35 Rickoss
36 English_Bloke
37 munn
38 Puddin'
39 Chr1s
40 fire-starter
41 Kilgore Trout
42 Coin
43 Niddle
44 JFH
45 Ineedsleep
46 cweek2000
47 Bob_The_Moose
48 Goatboy
49 It Is Not You Its Me
50 Timmargh
51 Flock
52 Nashbrains
53 Paradox:
54 Chad Niga
55 Notorious Biggles
56 The Hibernator
57 Strafio
58 sPiKeCaSt
59 satans little helper
60 Whitestripes DX
61 Mav
62 Reefer
63 or†ega
64 RoJ
65 Silent Thunder
66 Light
67 Nimco
68 MR.COATES
69 Lucy Jane
70 The Winster
71 N64 Fan
72 SpongeBobSpermPants
73 Damarus
74 Green Ferocity
75 Forza - User Banned!
76 AfroJoe
77 Lil Bro
78 Mode
79 Tomoose
80 Grandprix
81 chris is nfs u fan [aka idiot #2]
82 Ashman
83 Ms NY
84 Robin
85 Geffdof
86 poopots
87 Jae
88 Shelljed
89 cipro
90 Virtuoso
91 Tyla
92 Mr Snuggly
93 Miserableman
94 AbsoluT Neó
95 Macintosh [aka idiot #1]
96 pb
97 DiscoDexy
98 WòókieeMøn§†€®
99 Colourless
100 AliBoy
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This piece I wrote over lunch with Plato. He was such a nob, stole all my ideas. He even tried to take credit for my invention of Asia and the joining of letters together to form words.
Secrets as Protection: Needless Shields to an Iron Heart
They keep everything from me.
Oh, but they don't think I know.
I've seen them, sweeping the sunlight from the window sill.
I've seen them, casting thin veils across the heart-strings,
Life they keep, under lock and key,
My soul they stole away from me.
With tired eyes and reptured hoods,
They draw the stone over the grave,
The empty hole, now filled with tears,
The iron bars keep back the life,
And love is nailed back against the sheets of yellow cloud.
On the air keeps me strong - their diamond tweezers cannot pluck the perfection from the air.
And on it, in it, through it, love comes tumbling in.
The put ruby shutters to the glass,
But through the cracks your love spills in.
In my prison, I am free.
A vast landscape, untouched by human hand.
Secrets as Protection: Needless Shields to an Iron Heart
They keep everything from me.
Oh, but they don't think I know.
I've seen them, sweeping the sunlight from the window sill.
I've seen them, casting thin veils across the heart-strings,
Life they keep, under lock and key,
My soul they stole away from me.
With tired eyes and reptured hoods,
They draw the stone over the grave,
The empty hole, now filled with tears,
The iron bars keep back the life,
And love is nailed back against the sheets of yellow cloud.
On the air keeps me strong - their diamond tweezers cannot pluck the perfection from the air.
And on it, in it, through it, love comes tumbling in.
The put ruby shutters to the glass,
But through the cracks your love spills in.
In my prison, I am free.
A vast landscape, untouched by human hand.
Oh FFF. Each day, I write poetry for you. I send them to you in the vague hope one might reach you, but I guess they keep them from you.
Plague
I weep crimson tears
My soul thins
the musty morning air
chokes me
our paths divided
our fates entangled
every night i dream of death
but
it never comes
my soul bleeds
eternally
Plague
I weep crimson tears
My soul thins
the musty morning air
chokes me
our paths divided
our fates entangled
every night i dream of death
but
it never comes
my soul bleeds
eternally
All you people that like/don't mind me are very odd.
On clear days I can still see you with a telescope.
The sun comes out, the breeze picks up, and I am whole again, if only for a second before the secret agents shoot my lens out and drag me back down into the cellar.
It's for my own good, they say.
He's bad for you, they say.
Forget him, they say.
But as long as there is blood in my veins, and breath in my lungs, those 500 metres seem just a child's step away. I dream of the touch - that's one thing they can never smother in a rough sack and beat senseless with chair legs and bronze figurines - my dreams. In the darkness, the past is a fluid, living thing. Distance is nothing. My soul calls on.
On ... on ... my soul calls on, ragged in the wind, but strong through, shining pure ... calling my love back home.
The sun comes out, the breeze picks up, and I am whole again, if only for a second before the secret agents shoot my lens out and drag me back down into the cellar.
It's for my own good, they say.
He's bad for you, they say.
Forget him, they say.
But as long as there is blood in my veins, and breath in my lungs, those 500 metres seem just a child's step away. I dream of the touch - that's one thing they can never smother in a rough sack and beat senseless with chair legs and bronze figurines - my dreams. In the darkness, the past is a fluid, living thing. Distance is nothing. My soul calls on.
On ... on ... my soul calls on, ragged in the wind, but strong through, shining pure ... calling my love back home.
We must be at least 500 metres away at all times, but I feel closer everyday.
Aye, for a few perfect minutes before the restraining order was extended. Again.
But I feel the court cases have brought us closer together, man.
You all may as well put ©®™FFF at the bottom of everything you write. It would save a lot of time. And legal fees.
Sheepy you nob. :(
It was, yuss.
FFF can take credit for that one.
FFF can take credit for that one.
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