The Empty Page

The Empty Page
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Open,
Barren
Like a field of
Freshly fallen snow,
Yet threatening
In a cruel papery way,
Will my writing be good?
Or just yellow doodles
Like pissing men in winter
Drunkenly weilding
Their flaccid meaty pens
To barely make
Their name......

— mugsy, Oct 08, 2009

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Kailashana

16 years 8 months ago

…Well it ain’t riter’s

...Well it ain't riter's block no more, now is it? Flaccid pen. What an image! I'll have to remember that one. Thanks. ~A

Kailashana

16 years 8 months ago

I don’t know who the hell

I don't know who the hell mugsy is and certainly have clue what his stein look likes, or his favourite beer, red or gold or dark as dirt, but i've hear tales of what he does with his pen, to other men. Now flaccid is as flaccid does, and i've never handled such a pen. ;-) Thanks. ~A

mugsy

16 years 8 months ago

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To other men?? I'm not a funnyboy, not that there's anything wrong wit that.....

lyz

16 years 8 months ago

Well

what can I say, well done on a very witty write and I am lmfao, so that is that. Love Lyz. XX

mugsy

16 years 8 months ago

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Thanks again Lyz, writing our name in snow is a National winter pastime up here.....