part of one of my favoritesdeggialNovember 10 2003, 23:01:46 UTC
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On the black night, beneath the winter moon, I clothed me in the limbs of Codia, Swooning my soul out into her red throat, So that the glimmer of our skins, the tune Og our ripe rythm, seemed the hideous play Of death-worms crawling on a corpse,afloat With life that takes its thirst Only from things accurst.
I loved it. Now, I know it's perverse (but then, I'm a pervert), but I was imagining your voice delivering some of the weirder Dr. Seuss tales, or perhaps Edward Gorey poems around a fireplace on a dark winter's night.
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On the black night, beneath the winter moon,
I clothed me in the limbs of Codia,
Swooning my soul out into her red throat,
So that the glimmer of our skins, the tune
Og our ripe rythm, seemed the hideous play
Of death-worms crawling on a corpse,afloat
With life that takes its thirst
Only from things accurst.
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You must be a great ritualist!
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Studying physics makes me amazed at the physicality of light waves and sound waves. I really HAVE been there.* How weird!!!!
Do you know who the piece is written by?
D.
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*I'll be okay when I'm finished this class.
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The poem was by Uncle Al I believe :)
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I loved it. Now, I know it's perverse (but then, I'm a pervert), but I was
imagining your voice delivering some of the weirder Dr. Seuss tales, or perhaps Edward Gorey poems around a fireplace on a dark winter's night.
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