found poem meme

[truepenny]

elisem started it.

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Summer Seems To Be in an Apoplectic Condition
(Discussion
inspired from The Politics of Dead Leaves.)

               I hate writing, the blood, you
see: the salvage forces of nomenclature, this problem
of security, the repercussions of inquiry.

               I have a bedroom shelf
without the Goblin King; to stop there could be
something.

I'm not
arguing with the air conditioning.

In an unfamiliar library, envelopes
addressed, without the greater
part of myself, I didn't know a good triumph, over in
Sanskrit, for horror.

It leveraged the first story to be
damned.

Small Epiphany was wondering if
this story in black bordered
engravings, this lesser door at the novella,
Possession Watership, needs to put this
hedgehog into the devil.

(I
can do you blood and full of nomenclature)

They find my creativity in black bordered engravings.

A week or so are Dead leaves;
writer's block becomes a decorous horror.

I lost my insomnia
on the dissertation, another chunk of fecklessness.

Cool weather has a
complete action.

                    you want blood,
you see, nightmares and rhetoric.
You see the Devil and the lesser
Works of Interpretation, that are Dead lovely.

Things to give the new insanity:
a vulture who spoke in short stories. Not
having one I had a different story, the
first story in the repercussions of Mercy

                         with absolute
sincerity (that needed fixing) I understood how to
integrate him

               when my victory is compulsory,
the rhetoric and flies zipped, they're all blood.
I can lull the air.
Tomorrow, check your departmental mailbox.
Bite me in the library today.
Because that's the Goblin
King, and everything.


***
That was fun.

Comments

[rysmiel.livejournal.com]

I had a look at that, and the first thing resembling a sentence of coherence sufficient to do anything with was "I was unfortunately lacking a stunningly gorgeous Dracula." I'm not sure I want to know what that's the first line of.

[rliz.livejournal.com]

> (I
> can do you blood and full of nomenclature)

!!!!!

>                when my victory is compulsory,
> the rhetoric and flies zipped, they're all blood.
> I can lull the air.

> Bite me in the library today.
> Because that's the Goblin
> King, and everything.

!!!!!

Ah. I like these.