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[pf_mod]

Just a reminder before we begin:


Here's a link to the profile for a refresher on the rules.

If you have any questions, remember you can ask them in the questions post.

Sign ups will be accepted until 11:59 p.m. CST on December 31, 2010 (the time in your part of the world), and the prompts will be given on January 1, 2011.

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[kirathaune]

Oooh, this looks like fun! Signing up!

kirathaune

[pf_mod]

When they break away they are God.
When they snore they are God.
In the morning they butter the toast.
They don't say much.
They are still God.
All the cocks of the world are God,
blooming, blooming, blooming
into the sweet blood of a woman.

[destinyislands]

signing up. destinyislands

[pf_mod]

If I could blame the war on the war
where its fire Brillos my hair…
If I could blame the bosses
and the presidents for
their unpardonable songs…
If I could blame it on all
the mothers and fathers of the world,
they of the lessons, the pellets of power,
they of the love surrounding you like batter…

[stripped]

Sure, um, I'll give this a whirl and sign up...

[pf_mod]

Oh now I lay me down to love,
how awkwardly her arms undo,
how patiently I untangle her wrists
like knots. Old ornament, old naked fist,
even if I put on seventy coats I could not cover you…
mother, father, I'm made of.

[in_lighter_ink]

I'm in!

[pf_mod]

and make a bed for rain.

None of them has
the sense of evil that I have,
evil that jaw breaker,
that word-wife.

[kmb]

This sounds like a fascinating challenge. I'd like to sign up. :-)

[pf_mod]

Today I bought a sprig of mistletoe,
all warts and leaves and fruit
and stem -- the angel of the kiss --
and hung it in our bungalow.
My love, we will take root
during the Christmas Armistice.

[silverr]

I'm in~!

[pf_mod]

And this is the way they ring
the bells in Bedlam
and this is the bell-lady
who comes each Tuesday morning
to give us a music lesson
and because the attendants make you go
and because we mind by instinct,
like bees caught in the wrong hive,