Moved out

So I have a new blog now, that I have resolved to be more loyal and dedicated to than I ever was. So find me here :))

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for her the crystal rivers sing
for her the sweet lover sweet tidings brings
for her the saffron clad heroes swing
for her the rainbow in a teardrop lingers
for her the colours merge vibrant red
for her the water runs into blood
for her the red teardrop dies in a stain
for her the anger, the anger burns

I've been told that I'm expected to write only good literary stuff....ahem! that's a tall order. For all those who are uninitiated into the world of literary horrors, literature is no lay person's cup of tea.

You have to develop the perseverence to sit through hours of staring at a black wall... for that is what the black print of your monster text begins to seem after a few hours. You need training, mind you, this is tougher than treading the treadmill or those excruciating crunches....for without training you would have lost the weight of your senses in less than two hours. Literary theory (for that is what intellectually stimulating literary stuff is made of), also requires you to acquire decoding skills, for here, as some understand, the sheer complexity of the structural pattern and its correct syctatical representation with right amount of verbosity thrown in, makes good literary work.

*humph*

Yes.

It's certainly not my cup of tea.

For those who vote against all that stands for high literary acumen, cast your votes.

One vote casted!Win by majority.

Only high gibberical talent of the highly lay order allowed....

René Descartes said "I think therefore I am"
hmmm.....
"i do therefore i am...and shall be till i don't" :-) ;-)

nascent.....

...change

breathe....