Seething sighs and sad suggestions

By False Division

It's a whisper. It's a guitar riff. It's a whole cake tin of secrets and dreams. Its a cornucopia of corn. It's a gloworm in the dark cave. It's thought, it's nothing.

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Humour Failure, Crown is Passed

By False Division on Wed, 04 Oct 2006

forehead crumples as the wit fails to form, eyebrow bends on furrowed temple, cogs rust and shudder inside weary mind stuck under broken umbrella damp with sodden ramblings, once so eloquent, now hackneyed,
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