dear fell wake
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took me a bit
but true
inner conflict and all that i presume
"ground contol to major tom, your circuit's dead"
but true
inner conflict and all that i presume
"ground contol to major tom, your circuit's dead"
dear fell wake
dear birth on sweet caligula street, henceforth postpone the deed of cherishing the morn. "'tis thee who whistles that loud at night -alas!- so dulcet? whence i wondered it might sound excels all my jaunces, dost i hear thy tongue jaunce" dear birth on sweet caligula street, i stopped listening to you, oblivious the hundred thousand fickling calls far above like or need please stop your ill-divining deed. "woe is me, dear love-lord of melody, curse my wayward ilk! ay, for its ropery is no good or no good for better. thence i pray thy letter to meet my porter once again." dear birth on sweet caligula street, theres love for thy deed but evil's the fruit never will i rove again the tar you're of. |
Submitted on 2009-02-06 16:00:54 Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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From this poem, I think I'll take the porter. It's got this Joycean mouthful of marbles (each an idiom--the southpark manatees). There is a great deal of sound, crying babies, or perhaps the noise babies are introduced to ex-utero. The porter of all this noise follows dutifully in your shadow. There is a regretful class distinction, huh, and you cannot put eyes upon him, he'll freeze up like Eurydice and you'll lose your Samsonites. No, time is an arrow, one penis of an arrow. The first stanza holds the most mystery. The third stanza is a forest, I get a bit lost. The porter in the fourth--who? | | Posted on 2009-09-18 00:00:00 | by Aaron Felix | [ Reply to This ] | i had to read it few times but i like...lots of big words and no repeats...nice...something most people including myself lack...you got a talent... | - ash | Posted on 2009-06-03 00:00:00 | by suicidalacts72 | [ Reply to This ] | |
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