07-11-2008, 08:03 PM
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Private Messages, please.
Join Date: May 2006
Location: Central Indiana
Age: 30
Posts: 1,525
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Re: My attempt at poetry
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Originally Posted by All_That_Chaz
The night was black as pitch
I wanted to pound that *****
.....So I sat on my rump
.....And took a huge dump
And painted her picture in ****.
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Lawl. I'm pretty much in love with that right there. You'd have to hope it's dark enough. or is it
Anyway, I do like the poem. I took the time to read the whole thread without noticing the year bump. I can't, though, place the meaning of this poem. I'm having one of those moments where you have the Devil on one shoulder and the Angel on the other. Both are giving me an idea of what this poem is getting at, yet I can't bring myself to choose one.
I'm going to go out on a limb with my assumptions because 1) most of those words I don't know and, 2) I'm not great with guessing. I'm thinking that it could go one of two ways. Love lost for the persuit of a better education or education with the love of your life. Similar concepts in each(love and education) but neither, I can assume, are right. I'd love to know what the hidden meaning was for this poem, Chaz.
-o24
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Originally Posted by hi19hi19
Best strat: enjoy the game, play what you feel like when you feel like it. Don't think about what you are doing or why, enjoy the gameplay, the artistry behind the stepfile, and enjoy the music.
When the game isn't fun for you anymore, take a break. It's not a job, nobody here is professional and getting paid to play and force themselves to constantly improve... it's a game.
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Originally Posted by Shashakiro
Yeah, FFR is addicting...I don't think I'll get bored with this game unless I somehow become the best at it, which won't happen.
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