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Sowwie for the sloppyness, I am trying to study for a Bio test.  As I’m trying to learn about the Mitochondria, I read that SinNceRe gave the next word as “Hypochondria” Man... What’s with the biology? For your next post, I demand an apology! But all is well…For your rhythmical style was stolen!  Can ya comprehend why, or is your skull sorely swollen? Next one will be better.  (Just cope with me now. Today I had my first coffee, yucky, but I must to keep me up tonight. ) No more biology. I have a test tomorrow and I must study – all night! Damn Mitochondira…
It’s quite amusing though, I probably know the most about the damn thing… Sad eh? Next word… Stealing…  __________________________
-LaLi
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But, but, yellowfairy didn't exactly rhyme the word "stealing." She kind of did, internally.
D'ah well, next word is still technical. 
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"And I still won't grow up, I'm a grown a** kid
Swear, I should be locked up for stupid sh*t that I did
But I'm a champion, so I turned tragedy to triumph
Make music that's fire, spit my soul through the wire"
- excerpt from Through the Wire
by Kanye West
Through the Wire is a song recorded by hip-hop artist and producer Kanye West,
WHILE his mouth was wired shut after reconstructive surgery for his jaw,
following a near-fatal car accident he was involved in.
That's devotion to one's craft.
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| Posts: 1140 | Location: California | Registered: 04-20-01 | |
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quote:
Originally posted by Sinncere:
But, but, _yellowfairy_ didn't exactly rhyme the word "stealing." She kind of did, internally.
See, then if this one suits you...
The golden sun moves slowly below the shimmering edge of the bay,
Spreading its rays, giving the last illumination of the day.
The glow is golden, and then comes the darkness, stealing
The mellow sunbeams, and soon revealing
Selene's silvery, silent smiles;
Her cold, bright beauty in its turn beguiles.
_"And I still won't grow up, I'm a grown a** kid
Swear, I should be locked up for stupid sh*t that I did
But I'm a champion, so I turned tragedy to triumph
Make music that's fire, spit my soul through the wire"_
- excerpt from _Through the Wire_
by _Kanye West_
_Through the Wire_ is a song recorded by hip-hop artist and producer _Kanye West_,
WHILE his mouth was _wired_ shut after reconstructive surgery for his jaw,
following a near-fatal car accident he was involved in.
That's devotion to one's craft.
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| Posts: 84 | Location: Mobile, Ala | Registered: 10-27-03 | |
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Ceast beat me to rhyming mystics so I had improvise the already written rhyme for the previous word.
Word is: secret
The method of my mind is not of madness
Or vanished thoughts in line with providence.
When parellels upends and scatters the contents
It sends the matter to battle my conscience.
Then visions vaults ideas slightly sadistic
To ridicule miniscule manics of mystics.
So I, stay inside between the outskirts I find
And re-align detached connections I dreamt in time,
Which turns to breathe the life in my breath,
And burns the fire to drive me from death.
I met, the wise-old mighty soul of the Earth,
Pressed my ear to the granite as it spoke forth.
So I heard - whispers reverberating in my heart,
Herds fears culminated from the start.
Then I, stretch to reach a glimmering star,
Whose essence breaches ignorance to tear apart!
Then, hyperreal coffins and shackles dissipate,
Liberating feelings I can truly proliferate.
Eventually, I'll inevitably breach it,
the fortress of life's most valuable secret.
Next word: amalgam
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"Near this rose, in this grove of sun-parched, wind-warped madronas,
Among the half-dead trees, I came upon the true ease of myself,
As if another man appeared out of the depths of my being,
And I stood outside myself,
Beyond becoming and perishing,
A something wholly other,
As if I swayed out on the wildest wave alive,
And yet was still.
And I rejoiced in being what I was..."
- Theodore Roethke
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| Posts: 1140 | Location: California | Registered: 04-20-01 | |
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He tells me,
write what I say,
do what I do.
How can I
write the same
but make it new?
So, I try to make it work
but the words die before they begin.
An amalgam of endless pirk,
sleepy eyes, and pain
-all tainted by my sin.
He tells me
love me endless,
write what I want.
How can I
pass his test
amidst his taunt.
So, I do my best for him
but my best can't work in these pursuits.
A hopeless fear of myself dim,
a loss of me, the start of he
-the troubles of my roots.
I tell him
go to Hell,
do what you will.
I can not
write to sell,
when I want to kill.
Here: the format's a bit off and I do realize that some of the sentences have a syllable more than they should but this is me with music and friends to distract me while writing. *My friend waves at you.*
Next word: adulteration
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| Posts: 43 | Location: Somewhere, MN | Registered: 03-09-04 | |
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I was a note produced by hearts that melded in polyphony
Monogamy-bred music amidst existence's chaotic cacophony
The strings that hold me together play my life's symphony
Duly erratic at times but mostly in harmony
Sometimes I strum fast or press the keys in disarray
and when I stray I start with the first note to find my way
And I can't scribe my rhythm into any tablature,
No melodies or lines are enough to paint my picture.
Next word: antidisestablishmentarianism
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"Near this rose, in this grove of sun-parched, wind-warped madronas,
Among the half-dead trees, I came upon the true ease of myself,
As if another man appeared out of the depths of my being,
And I stood outside myself,
Beyond becoming and perishing,
A something wholly other,
As if I swayed out on the wildest wave alive,
And yet was still.
And I rejoiced in being what I was..."
- Theodore Roethke
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| Posts: 1140 | Location: California | Registered: 04-20-01 | |
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i was thinking to study scientology but my mind traveled back to horology or maybe i shall endure forensic psychology or stick with the failings of our ever changing economy. yes very general, but I had no idea what horology means.  next word: tempestuous I expect to pass through this world but once; any good things therefore that i can do, or any kindness that i can show to any fellow creature, let me do it now; let me not defer or neglect it, for i shall not pass this way again. --attributed to Etieme De Grellet |
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| Posts: 500 | Location: sunny california | Registered: 02-19-04 | |
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Lifestyles that keep the tradition of having an odalisque,
Risks the chance of being ridiculed in proportions that are mythic.
Delusions of mystical status from such an absurd legacy
Gains nothing but imprimaturs from a Neanderthal community.
The female anatomy is that of the sacred sculpture
That captures divine acts exclusive to their structure.
If anything, no man deserves the lot of women -
It's a woman's innate right to do whatever at her whim.
Next word: grandiose
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"Near this rose, in this grove of sun-parched, wind-warped madronas,
Among the half-dead trees, I came upon the true ease of myself,
As if another man appeared out of the depths of my being,
And I stood outside myself,
Beyond becoming and perishing,
A something wholly other,
As if I swayed out on the wildest wave alive,
And yet was still.
And I rejoiced in being what I was..."
- Theodore Roethke
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| Posts: 1140 | Location: California | Registered: 04-20-01 | |
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