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23:14 Aug 27 2011
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22:21 Aug 27 2011
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05:11 Aug 24 2011
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G7, how I love you. 6oz boiling water, 2 packs, and ice to the top = the happiest Joli ever!

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ThreeOfCups
ThreeOfCups
05:31 Aug 24 2011

G7... it's "like a G6" but without Ke$ha!





BLOODLIFE
BLOODLIFE
08:34 Aug 24 2011

Not sure on that!! lol





Requiem
Requiem
13:08 Aug 24 2011

.... Does it tend to make you like a ferret with a double espresso? 'Cause if so ... When I get to Louisiana you HAVE to drink a few. o.o





sahahria
sahahria
14:38 Aug 24 2011

I'd have to read the ingredients before I would trust it... lol the foodnazi has spoken (hangs head in shame)...





 

03:14 Aug 20 2011
Times Read: 581


Bad poetry returns. Our newest installment...The Cannibalism Nursery Rhyme. Our re-imagined verse followed by its original inspiration. Don't forget to check out Requiem's journal!



Hungry Sir Monart

Puffed on his blowdart

Felling his sweet, young wife.

He sauteed her cute nose

Then deep fried her ten toes

And dined with his new fork and knife.





Little Miss Muffett

Sat on her tuffett

Eating her curds and whey.

Along came a spider

Who sat down beside her

And frightened Miss Muffett away.


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apostate
apostate
06:47 Aug 20 2011

~dies~ love it





Joli
Joli
08:41 Aug 20 2011

Thanks :)





BLOODLIFE
BLOODLIFE
10:05 Aug 20 2011

Well it gave me a laugh!





PAGAN
PAGAN
10:36 Aug 20 2011

its so much better than the original :P





Requiem
Requiem
11:34 Aug 20 2011

I LOVE IT. Absolutely love it. "then deep fried her ten toes" hehahahahah like little people trotters!









I love playing this game with you, woman. =)





 

...And Other Fancy Stuff

10:20 Aug 14 2011
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What is she thinking,

The little barefoot girl

Who stands beside the shed?

She is the only one not looking there,

Beyond the edge of the photo.

One lady pins a pillbox hat to her head with one hand,

While another shades her eyes beside a scarecrow of a man,

Craned so far forward

That his neck becomes the bend of a pipe below my sink.

But the little girl with fly-away hair

Faces the other way

With an intensity too deep

For the doll-like features

That captivate me

As they take in the wall of a shed

And a few rusted nails

That held wire hide stretchers

Not so many seasons ago

When the hammer fell

On a tough brown thumb.

He swore in french,

His breath sizzling the crisp Fall air.

At the tug on his shirt,

He remembered himself

And leaned down for a tiny girl's magic kiss

Placed with earnest ceremony on the tender spot.

"All good now, 'sha'."

Just that.

Rusted nails on a wall that peels in the sun

And holds the gaze of a small girl child

Who looks away

For a moment.

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BLOODLIFE
BLOODLIFE
10:37 Aug 14 2011

Well you used the word 'captivate' so no reason why I can't use it too as I was captivated.

Yes, so many reasons why I come back here.

I want to know if this was inspired by something that has happened to you as I'm sure it must have been witnessed to be so 'spot on'?





Sulks
Sulks
12:57 Aug 14 2011

...as always, I am captivated by your words.



Beautiful picture :)





Requiem
Requiem
13:42 Aug 14 2011

Oh oh you paint the loveliest things with your words! "All good now 'sha'." ♥



You paint the loveliest word pictures.





Amanda
Amanda
06:53 Aug 26 2011

You should be published my dear.





Joli
Joli
16:34 Aug 26 2011

Thank you. Encouraging words are so appreciated.





 

Round Two

01:35 Aug 14 2011
Times Read: 657


Our next installment of Bad Poetry. I present you with the Bacon Haiku Challenge. Don't forget to check Requiem's journal. And Captain Globehead got in on the action, too!


Ode to Bacon


Pig on the mountain,

How your trotters entice me,

Your haunches so plump.


Holy is your ham.

The sizzling scent of your flesh

Makes my mouth water.


If I were a god,

All things would taste like bacon,

Even mint toothpaste.


Keep porn. I prefer

Rubbing oil on tan tummies

Where bacon can fry.


Oh piggy goddess,

I entreat thee; baptize me

With thy holy grease.

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Requiem
Requiem
01:42 Aug 14 2011

Oh oh oh oh you win! I concede! These are fan-fucking-tablous!



I love you. :)





Let's do more!





Joli
Joli
01:52 Aug 14 2011

No, Requiem...bacon wins. Bacon wins, my friend. ;P





captainglobehead
captainglobehead
01:53 Aug 14 2011

You captured the very essence of Charcuterie.





Vampirewitch39
Vampirewitch39
16:38 Aug 14 2011

It is good and bad at the same time.... you win. :)





Joli
Joli
17:30 Aug 14 2011

How you possibly see good in there, I'll never know.





ThreeOfCups
ThreeOfCups
05:33 Aug 24 2011

She said trotters... oh sexy bacon (I know you are in fact my favorite vegetable)





 

Really Bad Poetry - With Your Hosts, Requiem and Joli

22:53 Aug 11 2011
Times Read: 687


Requiem and I were goofing off one day and somehow ended up challenging one another to a bad poetry-off. We gave ourselves rules to follow:


1) Joli: It must have rhyming couplets - Hallmark style!

2) Requiem: It must have five stanzas, four lines each, 20 lines total

3) Joli: Meter must be iambic pentameter

4) Requiem: The topic must be: Lemmings vs Aardvarks

5) Joli: EACH stanza must have one onomatopoeia.

6) Requiem: The only foreign language flavor words we may use must be in Italian. At least one must be used.


We vowed then to unleash our festival of pain upon you gentle folk. So, without further ado, I present you with this poem which I hope that you will find truly bad:




Lemmingo and Aardvarkette



A dainty aardvark teen from Mozambique

Noshed on a cucumber and then yelled SQUEEEEEEEEEEK!!!

For there on Wikipedia she’d seen

A man so hot she felt he’d melt her spleen.


She tabbed over to her main Facebook page

And sent a friend request for him to gauge.

Oh how she’d WAAAAAH and then refresh the site

“Oh, Lemming Prince, my love you must requite!”


And so began their internet affair;

He praised and she tied bows into her hair

Until his Ex stirred up the drama pot

And posted that he SCHTUPPED her though he’d not.


Alas, before they even got to meet

She offed herself on cam and cried, “You cheat!”

Bereft, he flung himself from yon cliff high

“Merdaaaa!” Then SCHPLATT! Aww, man...E-love can't die!




Go check her journal tonight for the other installment of "Really Bad Poetry." Thank you, and good evening.

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Requiem
Requiem
23:43 Aug 11 2011

♥ Oh, how I adore thee!





Joli
Joli
23:53 Aug 11 2011

holy crap...I only did 4 stanzas. No wonder I was editing everything. Aww damn. Oh well.





Requiem
Requiem
00:15 Aug 12 2011

♥ I dig your poem.





birra
birra
01:57 Aug 12 2011

It actually isn't THAT bad...



...in a comparative sense.





Sulks
Sulks
09:04 Aug 12 2011

hey, that's not so bad after all! Made me giggle ;)





LiamK
LiamK
03:35 Aug 14 2011

Jo, still have a link to SkyVlad's page? ;)





Joli
Joli
10:30 Aug 14 2011

How I wish, Liam!





LiamK
LiamK
16:00 Aug 14 2011

my google-fu is strong



muradvamp dot tripod dot com slash sky dot html





 

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19:39 Aug 11 2011
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02:58 Aug 04 2011
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