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[aid] => mick
[title] => UNTITLED
[time] => 2010-04-07 04:56:02
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[bodytext] => UNTITLED upon the wreck tis better to live, to be condemned and cast to pillory. your soul to the devil tis better to give, to drown in the infinite abyss of formless nothingness. a sightless mute tis better to be, to know the world in tales told by shadows. to wake in hells belly, goodness farewell bid, to embrace the inheritance of this infinite purgatory. my soul curse the day you were conceived of time, for no pain compares to waking from the dream of infancy. for life is a church of misery and pain, a wondering buck lost in wild tempest. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 154 [topic] => 43 [informant] => mrdavid [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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