Consciously Unconscious. (And an easy riddle that I just made up)

23 January, 2010 - 10:58pm — Tophat

We must race the race so we can face the face.

It had to be said. Anyways, today is well.

Well, well, well. Deep subject. Also wet.

One brick, two brick, red brick, blue brick.

I stand on one leg, a pole holds up my arms. My back is a peg, and live on a farm. My clothes are hand-me-downs, no riches, no rags; I don't eat a thing but my belly still sags.

What am I?

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23 January, 2010 - 11:22pm — Wolfcry

A scarecrow. duh... "Please

A scarecrow. duh...

"Please hear what I'm not saying. Don't be fooled by the face I wear, for I wear a mask. I tell you everything thats really nothing, and nothing of whats everything, of whats crying within me." - Mask

23 January, 2010 - 11:44pm — Tophat

No shit, Sherlock.

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I love you.

24 January, 2010 - 4:37am — tenmilestilts

heehee, me gusta! that

heehee, me gusta! that reminds me of a riddle i wrote, also pretty easy...
"People have killed for me
Died for me
Cursed me and
Confided in me
Some have spent their lives searching for me
Or helping others to find me
But even those who claim to know me well
Cannot prove I am there
What am I?"
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Two wrongs don't make a right but three lefts do!

24 January, 2010 - 5:55am — holahaveamuffin18

god! ...

god!
...

29 January, 2010 - 5:39am — tenmilestilts

chyop! --- Two wrongs don't

chyop!
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Two wrongs don't make a right but three lefts do!