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>>3451259

I strongly believe 'Stand and Deliver' was the best song ever written.

I'm AdamAnt.

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>>3116386

Well, there's lots of contemporary poetry that doesn't rhyme. Also: Milton, Pound, Cummings and D.H. Lawrence (amongst other classics).

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The Tragicall History of the Life and Death of Doctor Faustus, Paradise Lost, Arabian Nights, Canterbury Tales, The Divine Comedy, The Faerie Queen.

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"I'm all about the pussy, really. Pussy, really. Pussy, really. I'm all about the pussy, really. That's just who I am."
(Bill Cosby, 1991)


Bumbling water burbled brightly over my million-dollar body; soap suds trickled from my glistening pate to my (happy, happy) feet; steam surrounded me like Beatlemania bitches on the fourth of July. This was the good life, this was my life, this was the good life, this was my life. I reached for my golden, waterproof walkie-talkie and clicked down the 'send' button, "Miss Juniper, bring me my rubber ducky, rubber ducky - just bring it to me - rubber ducky, rubber ducky - for the love of li-ber-ty!" I didn't bother listening to her reply, I knew it would just be something like 'Right away, Mr. Cosby'. Besides, I had shampoo in my ears! I turned the heat up a little, 'Son of a bitch! It's too damned hot!', and at that moment the tiny hatch in the bathroom wall opened, Miss Juniper's tiny hand (she only had one) sliding my beloved rubber ducky into my grasp. 'Thank you, Miss Juniper. And welcome, Mr. Ducky!' I knew, somehow, that today was going to be a stander-uper, a real bolt-dinger, a power-holder and a bad-belter - nothing could hold me back.
I played with my duck for a few hours, then ran out of the shower at a momentous pace, 'BLLEEEUURRRGHGHHAAAHHHHHHHOOHHHHHHHHH!' I screamed, as my foot caught the corner of a passing dog (Mr. Monstrosity, THAT sheep dog). I had run too damn fast, I knew I was going down! I hit the ground with incomparable force, head first. 'Doy!' I whispered upon impact - the syllable scarcely enunciated before unconsciousness ensnared me like a slippery sleeper on the night train from Reno.

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