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I found it...I RULE! :p
OMG!!!...This stuff is still on GOOGLE *Kisses Google*
Urge started with this: there once was a goth gal called rayne who liked guys with long hair - and vain she would pull out her cam, and they'd say 'take this one ma'am' untill along came Urge - being a pain ok that wasnt great but it took me 60 seconds when up on the roof came a thundering crash ! its another fake vampire who fell on his ass ! he thought he'd come in and give me a bite but he lost his fake fangs down his throat in the fight. i'm all dressed in black ! i'm cool and can fly ! so i tossed him out the window and said 'ok, try' as his face became closer to the hard gravel ground, i saw he was right - he could fly - straight down ! so let that be a lesson to you wannabe vamps it works in the movies and similar camps, but if you come tapping on my window glass, i'll get down with my Van Helsing, and hand you your ass i think i'll rework 'twas the night before xmas properly for Horror .. try to get it done in time for the holidays Then he posted... My Horror Forum Rip on Xmas, and wannabe Vampires sort of a reworking and expansion on what i previously posted. 'twas the night before Christmas, and all through the forum, The members were bickering, As is the decorum. Pictures were posted all over the place of MD's wee head Adorned with Kpro's wee face Some members were nestled all snug in their beds, With visions of monsters with multiple heads. And Rayne in her goth gear and me in my sweater sat down to write poems - the longer the better. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter I shit in my pants there was a great splatter! away through the window went my head with a crash I tore open my veins on a long piece of glass the moon on the breast of the newfallen snow gave the luster of red from my bleeding, below when what to my bloodshot eyes should appear, but a miniature coffin and 8 zombie reindeer there's a creepy old driver with one hand on his dick it was a fake vampire some goth wannabe prick. more vapid than beagles his corsette off it came and he farted and stuttered and called them by name Now, Fulchi!, Now Miner, Now, Soavi! and Argento! On, Bava!, On,Raimi! On,Chrononberg and Romero! From the tips of their toes To the top of the head Slice away, Dice away Make them all dead ! As dry heaves as before the main vomit fly When they meet with a chicken bone mount to the sky. So up on the housetop the zombie deer flew with a coffin full of bodyparts and that goth poser too and then in a twinkling i heard on the roof the sounds of the zombies and that 'dressed in black' goof. As i drew in my head the glass cutting my feet down the chimney he came after beating his meat he all dressed in retro from some ancient year from his doc martin boots to his fake vampire gear a pair of glass fangs he had put in his mouth he was over compensating for what he was lacking, down south His eyes were lacklustre his pockmarks were many, he looked haggard and tired, From not 'getting any' His narrow little mouth was drawn up in a sneer "I'm here for your blood" I said "how 'bout a beer'?" His nails were all pointy and encrusted with grime he looked like a bum who had not a dime A thin ugly pale face and long stringy black hair a tattered old cape and stained underwear he was sallow and ill a right pathetic young vamp i laughed when i saw him, he looked like a tramp. when he raised up his cape and reared back his head i immediately knew i had nothing to dread he looked a bit nervous but still tried to attack he got one step closer before i kicked his nut-sack he puked and he retched some escaping his nose he collapsed into the fireplace and up the chimney he rose he stumbled to his coffin leaving barf in his path the zombie deer caught a look and started to laugh but i heard him exclaim as his 'sleigh' became free "Merry Christmas you fucker" and crashed into a tree. happy holidays kids !
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holy shit !
awsome ! now here's where i read it and realize that it actually sucked :)
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Quote:
http://www.horror.com/forum/showthread.php?t=12229
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Way to go, Rayne.
...AND Urge. That poem sucked! :D
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I just bumped the thread:D
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Very good urge......wonder what Marley will say.:rolleyes:
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Look At My Poem
Isn't It Long Whoopdefucking Do Chew On My Dong Think I Am Bitter No Fucking Way I Can Out-poem You Any Old Day I Just Don't Feel Like It I Have Other Things To Do So You Can Take Your Poetry And Stick In Up Your Wazoo |
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i have to admit - some of that still makes me laugh.
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HaHa, it made me laugh, too...Many parts did...Especially the mental picture of you sticking your head through a closed window...lol
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i'm all dressed in black ! i'm cool and can fly !
so i tossed him out the window and said 'ok, try' as his face became closer to the hard gravel ground, i saw he was right - he could fly - straight down ! that made me laugh :)
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