Crestfallen Studios

Well as I'm simply the braggiest jerk in the world, you must surely all know I have a Gmail account. And as you all must also know, for I command it to be so, Gmail is the most awesome web-based e-mail ever. And I mean EVER!!! Even better than the previous 50 so times this universe has happened. But that's a different story.

For more information on Gmail itself, check the following page. http://gmail.google.com/gmail/help/about.html

Now you must be wondering, "What the hell is the point of this topic?" And here I'll tell you. The point is this, occasionally, us beta-testers of Gmail get to hand out invites to anyone we wish allowing them to have their very own Gmail account. And here's the punch-line, I've decided to hand one out to one of you.

No, that is no typo, I did say and mean one. But how do I choose who to give it out to you ask? Simple. We hold a contest. The details of this contest? Not many I assure you.

The contest works like a talent show. You may NOT WRITE ME POEMS OF ANY KIND, videotape yourself doing stunts, sacrifice your soul to me (just keep anything you do legal... to an extent) and I will judge the entrys after oh say... a week. You may do anything you wish as long as you post a link to it or PM it to me and it's clean enough for the board here.

Now without further delay, let the contest begin.

What's the big deal about GMail anyway?
Sure, I'd love the account.

Luv Poem

Upon a rock sat a guy named Bill,
Who ate a muffin with some thrill.
He ran around for days on end,
Till in the road he came to a bend.
A fork in the road quite like no other,
(save for the forks used by his late mother),
He pondered carefully his newfound choice,
Until he found, he'd lost his voice.
He chose the left road, then, repenting,
He went the right way, never resenting.
He walked for days, upon this road,
Thirsting for water, hungry for toad
He wished that he had brought his pals,
Although, I would've preferred some gals.
And when at last the road did end,
He came across a new age friend.
In the dusk, I stood there quiet,
Bill decided that he'd try it.
"Who are you, my ston-ed mate?"
Bill asked me then, watching the gate.
"No man am I who does not fail,
With the stomach of a whale.
For my life is so rich and full of pride,
You'd think that I had almost died!
My name is Iteroth, learn it well,
Or in the shadows you shall dwell"
Bill was quite puzzled at this remark,
That he did not notice it was quite dark.
He sat down and slept, for days and days,
Until he awoke, in a right old haze.
He continued his journey, never aware,
That the man named Iteroth was never there.

Yep, that's about all the poetry I have in my at the moment.

To Feel Is Real
by: Porter
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The light shown through my window
yet i still was blind
then came to me a beautiful hoe
she was very kind

i heard her take off her shirt
exposing her giant breasts
i couldn't see, so inside it hurt
as she took off the rest

i became hard as steel
as she licked my tummy
nearly blow my load i could feel
her nipples tasted so yummy

before the night was over, I was a man
and a man isn't supposed to cry
a noise came and out the door she ran
the light was gone, inside of I

is this feeling what a man is to submit to?
beauty going past my eyes blinds, she flew..
the true light one touches lies within
that eyesight can never let in.

How did you get to be a GMAIL beta tester?

To clarify some things I feel I must post again.

1) Those of you writing poems, note that Telephalsion sent me 15 very good ones over PM. Yours don't quite stand up. With his permission I would post them but the fact that he PMed them to me suggests that he doesn't much want to share them with you people.

2) Poem writing is not the only thing you can do!!! I want to be entertained, not bored reading thousands of sex poems.

3) I got to be a Gmail beta tester by having a long standing account at a Google run website.

Overlord Bill
What a pill
he complains about the way we think
he still has a little dink

Bill you can post my 15 masterpieces

remember that they are © though

Ashley
By:Silent_Empath

A peaceful calm came to my heart
A smile upon my face.
Just happy with you in my arms
Enjoying your embrace.
You smile then and kiss me soft
Looking into my eyes.
A gentle hand upon my cheek
A love we can't disguise
"I love you" on my mind and lips.
I'm puddy in your arms.
Your soft caressing fingertips
And charismatic charms,
I hold you close and take you in
To keep for all my life
A ring I slip onto your hand
"My love become my wife?"






and if you like that one I have more

You know, try writing poems that are out of the ordinary, not traditional love poems like the above.

something like:

My moon-car has no squirrel!
Fair toaster give me a lazer,
so I can peel my furnished toe.
My envelope is made of lego.
Oh rodents of the seven seas,
send me a coconut of jellybeans!
Vikings has no pink garments,
for they eat chocolate with milk.
Though leather belts are classy.

That's it! No more poems! I'm tired of them! I told you once already Telephalsion wrote 15! Unless you're going to write 50 good poems YOU CAN NO LONGER POST POEMS. DO SOMETHING ELSE.

Can't the person who wins just give out another invite, and that person give out another, until everyone has one?

Though i enjoy an unorthodox poem as much as the next guy, gibberish is hardly poetry.......and i can do more than just love poems.

Alone In A Dark Room
By:Silent_Empath

Alone in a dark room,
No one to hear me scream,
But I do scream,
And as i scream
It begins to feel better,
Vomiting up my pain,
Releasing it into that void,
Then the silence consumes me,
The pain returns,
And I scream,
Alone,
In a dark room.


Edit: Sorry i didn't see the two posts before this one when i wrote it.

Telephalsion wrote:You know, try writing poems that are out of the ordinary, not traditional love poems like the above.

something like:

My moon-car has no squirrel!
Fair toaster give me a lazer,
so I can peel my furnished toe.
My envelope is made of lego.
Oh rodents of the seven seas,
send me a coconut of jellybeans!
Vikings has no pink garments,
for they eat chocolate with milk.
Though leather belts are classy.

completely unfocused there my friend. D- it's only savior is it's combination of futuristic themes along with sprinkles of the past

This is a haiku

The True Haiku
By: Porter

one two three four five
the second verse has seven
six five three oh nine

Here's some of my talents
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Athetics
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Amateur Wakeboarder
Snowboarder
Recruited College Basketball Team (UW-Fox Valley)
Recruited College Men's Volleyball Team (UW-Fox Valley)
High School Swim Team
Former Varsity Running Back
32nd place state bowling tournament
Sectional qualifier in all possible track events 110m Hurdles, Triple Jump, 4x100m Relay, 4x200m relay. Didn't go state though

Other stuff
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Avid fisherman
Highly skilled musician (Guitar, Keyboards, Drums, Bass, Violin, Cello, Saxophone, Flute)
Enjoys sex
Creative Side (makes games, writes enjoyable literature, songs, and cooking phenominons(which don't turn out))
3 year veteran umpire, and has officially thrown out 5 coaches, 2 fans, and 1 player.
Looks like Exiled, we're studs
Succussfully runs the worlds only ELO message board
Texas Hold-um master

Non rewarding traits
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2.8 GPA student
Closet Nerd, has video game collection
I'm kind of a slob
Girls with smaller tits appeal to me...
Loses stuff easily
Has his 12 year old Teddy Bear
Drinks beer
Likes Star Wars and Waterworld