Expel Specious Dialogue
Anonymous
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(UNTITLED EXQUISITE CORPSE) Begin
The box that laid in the grotto
had seen the epoch of anthrop.
(Next player...)
shut tight
decades of misuse burning hair
stench
nostrils flared
(Next player...)
The rage of the craft floated hotly,
the steam choked her veins.
The box was endless rotting
(Next player...)
Pinning lids to her brow
She festered
Her frozen tongue
Down your throat
Pulling words you dare not speak
(Next player...)
So silently in licorice thought
resistence weak, I tore out a nail.
The lungs in the grotto
screaming to exhale.
(Next player...)
Passive Ken. husshh
One with flesh and thorns
Blackberry bramble sprouts from ankles that sink
Drown me in wet asphalt
I am my own midnight assassin
(Next player...)
("Yes") I agreed in my mind
silently being her arms.
I pushed her down inside myself
and found the licorice was eating my name.
Dragging myself through sleet
slumped over slimey logs my aching groin cries out
She manifests...
Again
(Next...)
A snake's slither
"Come Hither,
do not wither."
(Next...)
Wilted ALL flora in the glot
eating my calcified knot
The corpse became three of a dozen beings
and burrowed tunnels to quench empty spots
(Next player...)
(ANYBODY WHO IS WATCHING THAT WANTS TO JUMP IN JUST GIVE A SHOUT IN THE COMMENTS AND YOU'LL BE UP AFTER THE NEXT FOLLOWING TURN)
The box that laid in the grotto
had seen the epoch of anthrop.
(Next player...)
shut tight
decades of misuse burning hair
stench
nostrils flared
(Next player...)
The rage of the craft floated hotly,
the steam choked her veins.
The box was endless rotting
(Next player...)
Pinning lids to her brow
She festered
Her frozen tongue
Down your throat
Pulling words you dare not speak
(Next player...)
So silently in licorice thought
resistence weak, I tore out a nail.
The lungs in the grotto
screaming to exhale.
(Next player...)
Passive Ken. husshh
One with flesh and thorns
Blackberry bramble sprouts from ankles that sink
Drown me in wet asphalt
I am my own midnight assassin
(Next player...)
("Yes") I agreed in my mind
silently being her arms.
I pushed her down inside myself
and found the licorice was eating my name.
Dragging myself through sleet
slumped over slimey logs my aching groin cries out
She manifests...
Again
(Next...)
A snake's slither
"Come Hither,
do not wither."
(Next...)
Wilted ALL flora in the glot
eating my calcified knot
The corpse became three of a dozen beings
and burrowed tunnels to quench empty spots
(Next player...)
(ANYBODY WHO IS WATCHING THAT WANTS TO JUMP IN JUST GIVE A SHOUT IN THE COMMENTS AND YOU'LL BE UP AFTER THE NEXT FOLLOWING TURN)
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and the Deathsman watched from afar with curious eyes
all thirteen fingers clutched on the scythe
a bet had been made between him and the groundskeeper
would the serpent be quick in his steeping in liquor?
of the target: the decayed damsel
locked out of house and home
for her heart was made a match to the death
and the Deathsman wanted her for his throne
Next player.
and the Deathsman watched from afar with curious eyes
all thirteen fingers clutched on the scythe
a bet had been made between him and the groundskeeper
would the serpent be quick in his steeping in liquor?
of the target: the decayed damsel
locked out of house and home
for her heart was made a match to the death
and the Deathsman wanted her for his throne
Next player.
Anonymous
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(UNTITLED EXQUISITE CORPSE) Begin
The box that laid in the grotto
had seen the epoch of anthrop.
(Next player...)
shut tight
decades of misuse burning hair
stench
nostrils flared
(Next player...)
The rage of the craft floated hotly,
the steam choked her veins.
The box was endless rotting
(Next player...)
Pinning lids to her brow
She festered
Her frozen tongue
Down your throat
Pulling words you dare not speak
(Next player...)
So silently in licorice thought
resistence weak, I tore out a nail.
The lungs in the grotto
screaming to exhale.
(Next player...)
Passive Ken. husshh
One with flesh and thorns
Blackberry bramble sprouts from ankles that sink
Drown me in wet asphalt
I am my own midnight assassin
(Next player...)
("Yes") I agreed in my mind
silently being her arms.
I pushed her down inside myself
and found the licorice was eating my name.
(Next player...)
(ANYBODY WHO IS WATCHING THAT WANTS TO JUMP IN JUST GIVE A SHOUT IN THE COMMENTS AND YOU'LL BE UP AFTER THE NEXT FOLLOWING TURN)
Dragging myself through sleet
slumped over slimey logs my aching groin cries out
She manifests...
Again
A snake's slither
"Come Hither,
do not wither."
(Next...)
Wilted ALL flora in the glot
eating my calcified knot
The corpse became three of a dozen beings
and burrowed tunnels to quench empty spots
(Next...)
and the Deathsman watched from afar with curious eyes
all thirteen fingers clutched on the scythe
a bet had been made between him and the groundskeeper
would the serpent be quick in his steeping in liquor?
of the target: the decayed damsel
locked out of house and home
for her heart was made a match to the death
and the Deathsman wanted her for his throne
(Next...)
But the corpse would only wager the souls of poets past
Taken out of the box she knew these souls would recast.
Time is a cruel bitch, and witchhazel treeboxes plot
Not against the soul to enter
but the exquisite thing begot!
(Next...)
The box that laid in the grotto
had seen the epoch of anthrop.
(Next player...)
shut tight
decades of misuse burning hair
stench
nostrils flared
(Next player...)
The rage of the craft floated hotly,
the steam choked her veins.
The box was endless rotting
(Next player...)
Pinning lids to her brow
She festered
Her frozen tongue
Down your throat
Pulling words you dare not speak
(Next player...)
So silently in licorice thought
resistence weak, I tore out a nail.
The lungs in the grotto
screaming to exhale.
(Next player...)
Passive Ken. husshh
One with flesh and thorns
Blackberry bramble sprouts from ankles that sink
Drown me in wet asphalt
I am my own midnight assassin
(Next player...)
("Yes") I agreed in my mind
silently being her arms.
I pushed her down inside myself
and found the licorice was eating my name.
(Next player...)
(ANYBODY WHO IS WATCHING THAT WANTS TO JUMP IN JUST GIVE A SHOUT IN THE COMMENTS AND YOU'LL BE UP AFTER THE NEXT FOLLOWING TURN)
Dragging myself through sleet
slumped over slimey logs my aching groin cries out
She manifests...
Again
A snake's slither
"Come Hither,
do not wither."
(Next...)
Wilted ALL flora in the glot
eating my calcified knot
The corpse became three of a dozen beings
and burrowed tunnels to quench empty spots
(Next...)
and the Deathsman watched from afar with curious eyes
all thirteen fingers clutched on the scythe
a bet had been made between him and the groundskeeper
would the serpent be quick in his steeping in liquor?
of the target: the decayed damsel
locked out of house and home
for her heart was made a match to the death
and the Deathsman wanted her for his throne
(Next...)
But the corpse would only wager the souls of poets past
Taken out of the box she knew these souls would recast.
Time is a cruel bitch, and witchhazel treeboxes plot
Not against the soul to enter
but the exquisite thing begot!
(Next...)
Anonymous
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