Quatrain Corner

[Pyrotex]

I have marsupial madness in my meditative midst.

Mangoes of memory waft through my myriad thoughts,

As I add seven infinities together to pass the pointless time.

God calls on my private line--I put her on hold. *****.

[Turtle]

Darwin, Winston, Nelson, Chapman,

can't help put the ***** on hold

when they know she

only has talk of herself.

:cocktail:

[Turtle]

If your head a hat's protectin',

Then cosmic beams deflectin',

So the others can detect 'em,

Now we stop the genuflectin'.

:cocktail:

[Drip Curl Magic]

Forever held a nutshell

as

I lay wisping the sand

Through my hands.

[Pyrotex]

venerable monolith

speak to me

tell me your vowels

liberate my wanting.

I, Xorrotranth, am the ETERNAL MONOLITH of Subjective Truth.

My vowels are Aee, Eee, Iee, Wow, Yee, Wu-Yaa and Hoo-Ray.

I open the obsidian gates, liberating your wanting to escape if it can.

I give two minutes head start, then I launch my Lies of Ensnarement.

[Turtle]

Walking on the obsidian,

mountain my moccasins,

protest without sound,

for no older glass extant.

:wink:

[Drip Curl Magic]

hahaha

Turtle's image depicts

silly stimulation for my head.

"cannabada"

[Drip Curl Magic]

and dear turtle,

 

I must ask

for the sake of curiosity

 

Are you land or water?

[Turtle]

On land or in water

at ease it is I,

and believe it or not,

this turtle can fly.

:cup:

[Tarantism]

tripping along the terrain

foolishly tying to keep my footing

this rock is talking?

laLalalaaLa! i cant hear you! :(

[Pyrotex]

tripping along the terrain

foolishly tying to keep my footing

this rock is talking?

laLalalaaLa! i cant hear you!

I, Xorrotranth, am the OBSYDIAN MOUNTAIN of Cosmic Insight.

Their feet do wander and trip over my many paths.

I speak to them in tectonic rumbles, giving them my gifts.

But they hear not--their moccasins are stuffed in their ears.

[Drip Curl Magic]

For a moment, I get a thought

I step outward in the heart of the silicon,

Stopping, tame, perking ears.

Surprised to hear how menacing the engines appear.

[Drip Curl Magic]

"Frozen nights, it's invigore"

he says.

As I sit huddled.

typing *shiver* at desk

[Loricybin]

hitchiking the information superspillway...

flat splattering, spattering,

black and flattering,

nuerotrans-matter fattening

[Turtle]

Oughtn't we go out

as we came in,

kicking

and screaming?

:hihi:

[Turtle]

Bigitan

balls,

bulls

begrudge.

:wave:

[Boerseun]

You don't have to eat veggies,

if that's what it takes;

but bovine spongiform encephalopathy

sucks on a steak.