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| Silky Johnson |
| I have a good imagination. I want Banora to record my poem after she hears it, lol. |
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| Slylee |
| quote: | Originally posted by jennypie
I don't want to sign up for anything. What's your email? |
lol +1
i'll do mine tomorrow though
what should i say:gsmile: |
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| Lira |
It's not in my mailbox yet, Jenny :conf:
Found it in my spam box... hold on.
| quote: | Originally posted by wotyzoid
Weak imagination. :o |
I'm committed, what else could I want from her (voice)? :p |
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| Silky Johnson |
| Should be soon. :mad: |
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| Silky Johnson |
| quote: | Originally posted by Slylee
lol +1
i'll do mine tomorrow though
what should i say:gsmile: |
You have to say my poem too, lol. |
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| MrJiveBoJingles |
| quote: | Originally posted by jennypie
My voice isn't sexy like Banora's. |
Your voice is sexy IMO. :p |
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| Silky Johnson |
Lol, but not like Banora's! 
I think I have a really "normal" sounding voice. Or generic perhaps is a better word. JENeric, one might say. :toothless |
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| Lira |
| Your voice sounds different in the poem... I liked the way your kind of swallowed your tongue saying "naturrrrrrrrrrrre" in that drunk video you posted once :p |
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| Renzo |
I'm of the belief that Jennie's voice is too sexy for her to be a prude. And you all agree. Jennie, find the nearest right now and go to work. I want you to even choke on it. Prove us wrong. Prove to us you're no prude.
And then soundcloud it all for our enjoyment. |
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| Moongoose |
| You both sound exactly like i thought you would sound. |
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| wotyzoid |
Speaking of poems what's everyone think:
| quote: | Mirror Mirror
Touch your palm, feel your skin.
Do you know what lies inside?
Blows of thoughts against your skull,
Can’t see through your own eyes.
Mirror Mirror kills the focus,
My own reflection leaves me blind.
The wisest man feels his skin.
Does he know what lies inside?
His mind the calmest of the deserts.
He stares right into his eyes.
Mirror Mirror catches them,
Fathoming; one day he’ll die.
Death.
Life.
Truth.
Lie.
Autopilot wakes me up,
And puts me back to sleep.
New morning I know nothing.
A nebulous blur my mind creeps.
Mirror Mirror tells me nothing,
Memories are hard to keep.
The wisest man crosses my path
“I know nothing” leaves his mouth,
“Know yourself and nothing else,”
I am baffled; choked in doubt.
Mirror Mirror vocalizes,
“Unfold the eyes. Live the now.”
Life.
Lie.
Death.
Truth. |
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