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Ecce Homo Flagrante Delicto Of Skedaddling, Go!
Contributed by
TropicaDextrose
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Saturday, 10th May 2003 @ 06:05:00 AM in AEST
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Scrambling athwart, trying to thwart thimble heads,
he, pale, bald, blond, balloonish but paramount
fabled foiler, flies the fence, hence his floatish quality,
and continues his chaotic eggs dash.
The head thimble head rallies the column of open-horn faced toadies, running like
fettered washers,
to use their ample quads to leaps
his, the yolk sprinter, short and wooden castle wall,
scarcely a barrier, at, all, and…they do, and continue to pursue the haggard lam, less
laggardly.
On foot after foot travel plan, he, the foiler, hastens
his pace an’ widens the space
separating him and the gent d’armes,
the blue cloaked bastards, the red B. Arnolds,
hobbling all the while, thanking all the while the perfectly circular, perfunctory slayer
bruise,
piercing his ample quad.
Catapulting more marmot, or similar to their head, shaped
keen kamikazes
toward he, the obtuse stray in the street,
rapidly and repetitiously, and riddling
and ricocheting off the road;
the thimble heads are goaded into goring, attempted, the amphibios, he,
the
canine.
What happens next?
He, a once gallant presence, who considered gallivanting a persevering hobby,
a thing that which nothing could top,
a key to a music box to turn, to drowned out the monotone drone of daily life,
ceased his scuttling,
by a force beyond himself;
-instead-
he, spheroidal crown,
leaked and shone of brutality, and shone of raspberry buttered cornbread, and shone of
chastising ink,
and an incandescent ring blazed
and burned and bit the opaque night in three,
and he laid, a speeding toward, a sessile body to the earth;
twitching, desperate: for relief from despondency,
for make-believe to steal him away,
for home and hearth;
not this asphalt heath.
The thimble heads call in the five red boxes, the bearers of breath and sheets,
needlessly.
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TropicaDextrose
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2003-05-10 06:05:00]
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Re: Ecce Homo Flagrante Delicto Of Skedaddling, Go!
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by Fenril(_a.k.a_ZTAP) on
Saturday, 31st May 2003 @ 01:16:18 PM AEST
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| Very interesting, thought I may say this is one of the strangest things I have ever read, anyway, it's still a good writing, I love the title is so refreshing to see someone who still remember that long forgotten tongue, well exept maybe the Catholic priest, but that is another story |
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Re: Ecce Homo Flagrante Delicto Of Skedaddling, Go!
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by norm on
Saturday, 31st May 2003 @ 01:35:24 PM AEST
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I suspect it's great...to do it justice,
i should print it and study it like a
school text...but...i'm so.o.o lazy |
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