Diabetics=more artistic/creative

General
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colorful swirl weeeeee!

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thanks alyssa! you should post some of your work!

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uhhh... work? It doesn't exist :D

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you know what i mean goof ball

the funny photoshopping you've done is artwork!

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LOL

I think the correct term is "spare time," and you're the goof ball :D If that mess was art work, I'd hate to see what wasn't :D

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she writes too, I've seen it

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thanks alyssa! I really like your swirly thing greg haha

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:P Shhhhh, its a secret :D Just kidding, but Joe's way surpasses mine - he should post it. In fact, if he doesn't, I may have to :D

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Hm, Greg, I think its the swirly vortex of diabetes :D

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haha did you save my writing?

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Nope but I can copy 'n paste it :D

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haha oh okay

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Are you going to post it, sir? Or must I? :D

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you can if you want to

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this is so fast paced its like IM lollll

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Sorry, Greg, me and Joe (mostly Joe!) have no lives, so typing is our/my social interaction...

 

Help me, Joe, there's too many darn pages on our thread I can't find your poems!

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haha I have a life, just don't feel like living it tonight

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Help, Joe, I CAN'T FIND IT!

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Greg has an echo: lollll --> laugh out loud loud loud loud loud loud...

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Wrap you in my darkness and bleed with me
your God has left you tonight, my sacrifice
give unto me what he has stolen
your eternity is my heaven

forget that you can't leave
and drink from the river
blacken your soul with my love
chained to me, you are mine

astride your demon float through the night with his sorrow
the garden of evil is your asylum
from the depths of the black your soul is afire
reach into time and turn back the hour

know that he lied
and I am your truth
he will tremble at the sight
of his kingdom's collapse

we stand at the gates
his throne for the taking
seized all at once

I have given you the knowledge
of which you were denied
purged of the lies
your mind is at ease

stand by my side in this glorious waste
in seven days the rebellion is complete
the goliath of man, no more
the saints of Hell sound their trumpets

a monolith to mark our triumph
launch the raven from your hands
guided by the night
he delivers the message of absolution