CombatWords in a Few Minutes: Get READY!

CombatWords is at 3pm at trickwithaknife, go to http://combatwords.blogspot.com for a link to the thread at 3pm PST.

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#CombatWords! For August 6, 2010

Go on over to Trickwithaknife and get your time bonus in NOW! I want it to be bloody in there tonight! 1 hour bonus increments! So get going!



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Two Bonus Poems Await you at CombatWords for July 30, 2010

RToady has entered the arena. The battle is heating up now...

http://trickwithaknife.com/?p=868

It's night across America. You need some Soft Lights and Sweet Music. Seriously.

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CombatWords Starts Right Now

Go there after reading Today's News Poem (up in a moment)

http://trickwithaknife.com/?p=868

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Combatwords for July 23, 2010 at Trickwithaknife

Friday night and you need a fight? Go to Trickwithaknife

Richard Cheese sings about the pleasure principle:



Can't find the pure song, but here's an annoying product placement video w/ Richard Cheese singing Girls Girls Girls:



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CombatWords for July 16-18 Over at Trickwithaknife

Shoot at the mule and you'll have to apologize.



Laugh at the Mule and you DIE!!

Go to CombatWords and beware its harmless looking mules. http://trickwithaknife.com/?p=827

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I'm Hosting CombatWords! at Trickwithaknife.com Right Now

Go to http://trickwithaknife.com/?p=796 to a) Watch combat, b) Judge combat, c) Participate in combat, d) a and b, e) a and c, f) b and c, g) all of the above.

Maybe we'll cross pens!



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Childhood Independence Day [Bonus News Poem, July 2, 2010]

Childhood Independence Day [Bonus News Poem, July 2, 2010]
From http://trickwithaknife.com/?p=771#comments

It’s first fireflies that charm children
And lure tiny yet firm fingers
To catch sources of light. Even
Extinguished there is still value:
A new hunger for bright colors.

They get older and chase lights on
A road, driving to drink. Party
On beach sand as explosions in
The sky over the bay shower
Corrupt white buds of gunpowder

On waves; rocks. And the smell: sulfur
And salt—vodka. They know this is
Not quite; almost it. Bright halo
From downtown is the source; neon:
What love must be like. Lusty

And red; taking the light spent, it
Entraps what does not die; trashes
The rest. Trinkets of lust, trifles
Of lost people who seek out the
Mementos they have lost: beaches

Are filled up with expense: condoms,
And glass shards and an ash pile that
The tide chokes on. The hot embers
Of youth die on the sand; fading
As winds blow all the best times out.

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A Bonus Poem Awaits You at Trickwithaknife

I decided to host combatwords tonight over there. If you want to play, go over to
http://trickwithaknife.com/?p=771#comments and if you don't, you can still respond to what's there. It's got a 4th of July Theme. Huzzah for Uncle Sam!

PS: Scary bonus video:



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