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Talk about your feelings or hobbies or anything to do with life or jazz.
Feel free to write words or sentences.
All other or most forums have chains or long threads so why not do it in here!
Come on give it a go, if you think this is pointless then simply dont post in it.
Like i said chat about anything.
But please dont argue or use bad offensive language as this isnt what the forums about!
Ill start:
'Life is what you make it not what you expect it to be'
> aahh, need a question anwering:
> to win game a day it says " Winners of Gameaday Prize 2 can
> choose the game of their choice up to the value of £50 from our
> huge database! Non-members win a 1 year Special Reserve membership
> plus their choice of FREE gift! Check the list to see if you've
> won!"
>
> Does this mean a paying member or does it just me you have to be
> signed up here!
Well, do you have to be a paying member, some one please explain...
thanks...
> Could I post me poem i did in here? I posted it in FOG chat, but was
> told it would suit the people in Life better? And I didn't want to
> start off a whole new topic
well thats what this forums for... talking about anything.
course you can!!
lol ;-)
I met her at the station
It was cold, I smelt fear
She was afraid
I loosened the knife from my back pocket
Her eyes shone,
Flick, goes the knife
I hesitated,
Tears rolled form her eyes,
The wind vigorously attacked her delicate hair
Her mouth opened extensively
The knife penetrated her side
I mildly chuckled
This knife I held, the one to make a death
The shadow escaped from the scene
With the carcass
The basement is where she is,
Along with the officer
This man was looking pale,
His cheeks as red as the blood of the girl,
I smelt fear then,
The unadulterated, rigid aroma of fear,
He was shuddering like the old woman did,
The elderly woman,
She was unacquainted of the circumstance,
Flick, goes the knife
That magnificent, thud, as she descends to the ground
My eyes lit up, like a fire
No penitence was felt
I ran like a ghost, unseen
Like a shadow
This knife I hold now, the one to murder many
They exist in the basement, beside the farmer
The farmer more suspicious than all,
Tried to sell me some eggs
I made him confused
My eyes controlled his movement
Flick, goes the knife
The same knife
The knife to end a life,
In his neck
I laughed louder than before
The outline of my figure disappears
Flick, goes the knife
This knife I looked at,
Beady eyes, wide open
Eyes wide open
So wide
The knife that ended those lives
Did I smile?
I fell to the floorboards like the old lady once did. This time there was no laughing; there would be no laughing, no smiling, and no nothing. The silhouetted man, halted, like a statue, like a ghost
The knife I held with no care at all, the knife that could end the lives, of several individuals.
Un deserving of the supremacy
I rest
With the others, I have taken them to the other side…
The silhouette, was now perceptible, but was even more vacant than before
to win game a day it says " Winners of Gameaday Prize 2 can choose the game of their choice up to the value of £50 from our huge database! Non-members win a 1 year Special Reserve membership plus their choice of FREE gift! Check the list to see if you've won!"
Does this mean a paying member or does it just me you have to be signed up here!
any one know of one in hertfordshire?
are they an old group?
I love them, i have got the Blues Brtohers, and the Blues Brothers 2000 os DVD, VHS and music cd.
i have also seen the live in america and in the theatre royal...