Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
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guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Monday, February 11, 2002

The page was called How to write Darkly Gothic Poetry, but I think "Grab that thesaurus and rape it" is good advise for just about anything, really. Live by it.

PS: I wrote a darkly gothic poem. I think I could do better with five minutes violating a thesaurus, but I'm a sucker for these online thingy generators.

Alone in Darkness

the night falls without a sound, lost are we.
the salvation for which you sacrifice yourself
flares once, then dies,
smothered by a velvet ebon nothingness.
all hope must sicken and die.

your soul thrives no more.
how could you tear us asunder?
lost souls surround us, crying,
save us from ourselves.

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