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Array ( [sid] => 178192 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Remorseless [time] => 2014-04-21 22:31:28 [hometext] => All that is unhealthy. [bodytext] => Here comes the ripple tide of effect
Wearing the crippled face of neglect
Nodding in slow motion at the wreck
An inflated bubble on a neck

It gallops with full force
Stamping hooves like a horse
Too wild to stay the course
Killing with no remorse

It ducks, dives, and wobbles
It clucks, claws, and gobbles
With webbed feet it waddles
With no food it squabbles

Kicking and scratching at
Tricking and treating brat
Pricking and gnawing gnat
Licking my kitty cat

The injuries that have been sustained
From perjuries that have been ingrained
Clogged arteries is all that remained
In diaries you will be detained.

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Remorseless

Contributed by hauntedscorp on Monday, 21st April 2014 @ 10:31:28 PM in AEST
Topic: toughstuff

Here comes the ripple tide of effect
Wearing the crippled face of neglect
Nodding in slow motion at the wreck
An inflated bubble on a neck

It gallops with full force
Stamping hooves like a horse
Too wild to stay the course
Killing with no remorse

It ducks, dives, and wobbles
It clucks, claws, and gobbles
With webbed feet it waddles
With no food it squabbles

Kicking and scratching at
Tricking and treating brat
Pricking and gnawing gnat
Licking my kitty cat

The injuries that have been sustained
From perjuries that have been ingrained
Clogged arteries is all that remained
In diaries you will be detained.

Copyright Â© hauntedscorp ... [ 2014-04-21 22:31:28]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Remorseless (User Rating: 1 )
by softerware on Monday, 21st April 2014 @ 11:13:15 PM AEST
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You said it! We are all little chemical factories! If only we ONLY ate for fuel…but no..we eat for sad, for bored, for fun, for social, and just because we've never tried it..!
Seems we eat as we date! The smorgasbord is gonna do us in!
"It clucks, claws, and gobbles"..
We should eat as wisely as our pets!
softerware.

Re: Remorseless (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 21st April 2014 @ 11:35:39 PM AEST
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People are remorseless because they have no guilt, I suppose. I'm always right, I don't care about anyone else, whatta I care? Things like that.

Lies do hurt us but hopefully we heal and move on...live on. The last stanza really drives it home! Thank you Scorpendous!!!

I kept a diary for a while...then I thought one day, *****!!! Somebody gonna see this someday and I destroyed it. Well, I deleted it. I kept it on my puter.

Re: Remorseless (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Saturday, 26th April 2014 @ 11:59:32 AM AEST
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i don't think i've ever read anything quite like this, its
fascinating the way you've woven it, i find it very intriguing,

hugs n' love nessa

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