sdw wrote on Jun 6th 2001, 00:20:11 about
dirty
Rating: 15 point(s) | Read and rate text individuallyIt's time to get down and dirty, and see if we can't fix this dang thing.
| Amount of texts to »dirty« | 32, and there are 26 texts (81.25%) with a rating above the adjusted level (-3) |
| Average lenght of texts | 149 Characters |
| Average Rating | 0.156 points, 4 Not rated texts |
| First text | on Apr 12th 2000, 09:50:36 wrote snake about dirty |
| Latest text | on Mar 16th 2006, 22:34:24 wrote darwin about dirty |
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rachel a b wrote on Apr 15th 2000, 03:11:28 about
dirty
Rating: 6 point(s) | Read and rate text individuallyWhen asked to »talk dirty« in a chat room, I said I could certainly do that: soiled diapers in a diaper pail, dishes crusting on the sink, throwing up that greenish luncheon meat from the back of the refrigerator ... That certainly cleaned out the chat room!
wigbomb wrote on Oct 20th 2001, 06:53:08 about
dirty
Rating: 2 point(s) | Read and rate text individuallyI'm hoping eventually you'll talk dirty. It's just the pressure of holding onto this, waiting for something to break it's skin, move and/or insert a passage in a vacant port. That's the dream, meanwhile, spitballing us from behind the bongos.
pip wrote on May 10th 2000, 04:47:45 about
dirty
Rating: 1 point(s) | Read and rate text individuallya scene framed in old oak – crafted by a dirty man – whose family lived in the same village for 300 years, all of them farmers but he – he rebelled, drifted away, up a hill to look at the clouds, met an old man with a knife and a smile, and watched as he wittled a thing into life, not that first day but eventually he cut himself but couldn't hide the joy and the pain of what he had learned – to create – his first feeling of control – when he returned home to feed and milk cows and churn butter and sing hymns nothing seemed like forever – he was not his father – he'd move on – and he did – and they're different, but we already knew that – that's how things change – and he never saw the picture that his work held, but they go together, they're what you see now – old, and beautiful, and
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