anywho... back from New Orleans; was wondering where everybody is these days... it isn't downtown... thats fer sure anybody interested in "mad rights" or are survivors of the Mental Health Care industry... I was thinking about setting an affinty group based on same.... anyway its cold as F### up her...

hey there I was figuring on heading south to AH stephens state park in GA this weekend for a roleplaying event. anyone interested in a car pool? heh. I'll split the gas and the event is rocking...
it called King's Gate..... I know some local players go there

::sprouts tusks and green skin::

if you woke up with a new tattoo that you didn't ask for?

or even sharing specific themes with the walls of your local sexual assault crisis center???

or like some vague reference from a randomly selected poem that some twit still in high-school read at a dead end poetry reading once in his entire life on your wrist....
(a twit that doesn't even listen to bjork or bob dylan)

hey anyone point out stupid tats?

like having your ex-boyfriends initials tattoed on your neck

well well well a whole slew of 'em
as to your assertion crimes against neither persons nor property.........
justice is not vengeance

have opened a new shop down here...
it sells... ummm errr ahhhhhhhh!!!

NO MULTI-ING

senator senator can you act? No, sir; I haven't the knack. Your daughters. Fair. May I then bend your eyes? Upon a stage? Three or four... Very poor? If senators poor... I be not. obviously such sense to see little enough, you've roamed your eye... Not I. Yes, ye. At accusation it ends. Your eye? It...

By a wooden crock every syllabi, uttered. Spot Tim Tree. Make a break you butter. Aspirin- every silly bye. Spot the chemist. Every name your own. Not one plurals left-handed. Early, a little too. To bee tray. But hell, thats just my guess and hell, south of ammonia and thats its instant yellowness....

oh that??? think horses or maybe something thicker... on the way... true three in the storm of dirges and 'beath an ashen trey casino barges iron shackles be hoops moor backwards but beauties mammons wrists your grace the golden devils deal a fives a mound of hay so each and twenty three my sudden c...

For sweets roun.
Shat upon a crown.
Your tower icy plumbing.
All your rabbits foul.
Nails lizards scales.
lala last ash.
your crown.
on your head it be.
so oft to see.
no breath.
no tear.
an empty bottle of cognac.

hoi grimmers.
graffitisttas at work in knox... my sharpest mate and they says hes Barbie... and brothers sweetly proclaimed indeed...
new to the forum... more to come