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Wilodroll and Cohadite
Contributed by
ediii
on
Tuesday, 17th October 2006 @ 10:20:28 PM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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It was glimy cold Jacember and the snow was faulting down. There's a skyway path to chamber of the colors undefined.
Tempting rainbow filch in colors luring you to start a mroll. Once you lay your foot you're swallowed by husmoreen Wilodroll.
Just keep walking- only option. Let Wilodroll droool on you. Feel the shapes of colright smotion surround you in relor doom.
Look inside those closing windows to your soul, they're dialosed. Watchers think you're tired of limbo of which Wilodroll is composed.
Finally reached the icy medings with its sklurking Cohadite. When I tasted suanbing candy I fell into sicy fight.
Sleeples nights with jalster feelings. Major brain freeze iced all night. Soul has died, too late for healings. Consoured by snowy Cohadite.
Then the one I loved with passion introduced sly Heroshine. Motionoric uncompassion; pitch on silver burns the rhyme.
Leaving snowy land in summer. Three months drowned in liquid clear. Dumb decisions become dumber. Cohadite 's calling. Let me hear!
It was snowful green Octember when I realized in spite I was locked in skyway chamber with Wilodroll and Cohadite.
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ediii
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2006-10-17 22:20:28] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Wilodroll and Cohadite
(User Rating: 1 ) by Spike on
Wednesday, 18th October 2006 @ 08:18:03 AM AEST (User
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edii, that's some psychotropic medication you are on, alright (lol). There is a wonderful lilting. soing-song quality to this, in its complex analysis of temptation and despair. It qualifies for absurdist poetry because it is so damn well constructed and believable, and because it has that chilling dark undercurrent that belies the surface absurdism.
Neologisms aplenty, but it works, it really works. I'm impressed, even though I didn't comprehend it all.
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