Bantering with Octagons

"We are all bubbles of earth," she cried,
"Shimmering and leaping on air.
Summoning all of the elves we can find
To join in our dance without care."

"I'd rather be bags full of wind," I said,
"Billowing and blowing nonstop.
I love to have breezes flow through my head
Making me spin like a top."
 
Amazingly, she cried real drops. Drip. Drip. Drip.
Lemon drops, from trees of light and air.







(Um. Guys? For a long time here in this thread, Dill and i have been taking at least one element from the previoous post and weaving it into our own? Not that you have to, of course, but it's kinda cool to keep all the strands together in that small way.)
 
drops of white shoot crazily toward
protracted loops of condescending stairs
strands of light droop lazily through
didactic hoops of effervescing airs
 
Acid nectar escapes my lemon womb through didatic loops I open. Burning effervescent holes, "My God it full of stars."


Cam
 
Sleepy alien elves burn lemon drop skirts while crazily spitting saliva nectar at the stars. I am the didactic breeze of the ever-widening sea, I scream in my best basso profundo!
 
Play the game fucker, inside and out side the same heap of rat droppins your mother farted in your sleep. Life has passed you by as I will. Dont be jealous of your fate, a requiem wont change it.
 
If the universe is constantly expanding in every direction, how do we REALLY know which way is up?:confused:
 
expanding like a sphincter crushed twixt shell and valve, arrested ejaculations build, and then explode the pre-orgasmic gastropod.
A new universe is born.
 
This universe looks exactly like the old one, but with better bunnies.
 
Have you ever shoved a bunny rabbit down your piss hole?

Don't look so fucking innocent now, do they?
 
Herod chewed the Antiochan rabbit pie and ordered slaughtered kids,
He meant the goats they killed the children.
 
Children of Hearts, Spades, Diamonds, and Clubs... numbered little beings like wind-up dolls that spit up, piss, and cry. Punch the little fuckers until the plastic splits open and joker's laugh eminates form their bloody lips.

Queen Mother.
 
"What we chiefly need," the Coyote cried, "is a better bunny trap!
All we seem to catch are worms and flies. What the fuck's up with that?"
"I've grown fond of worms," the Mole replied, "they really are quite the treat.
And flies are quite yummy when served on the side, a snack that can't be beat."

"You are clearly nuts," the Coyote snarled, "and your palate is quite tweaked
From spending time among roots that are gnarled; the sun is what you should seek!"
"Well, to each his own," the Mole opined, "and to thine ownself be true.
Do really think what I had in mind, was a fucking lecture from you?"
 
I put the book down and thrust my hand into a magicians hat.
I pulled out. She was pregnant anyway... fucking rabbits!
 
(Um. Guys? For a long time here in this thread, Dill and i have been taking at least one element from the previoous post and weaving it into our own? Not that you have to, of course, but it's kinda cool to keep all the strands together in that small way.)


Pregnant pauses filled with peach pits stopping traffic; just another Friday, boys and curls.
 
there was a bunny thread... what's the problem?



Friday at dusk, the perfect color of winter snow when the frost kills the peaches.
 
It is a plague not frost as pustules burst radiant inside eight elongated loops of infinty.

Lucy Sally Daniel
 
Tony Hawk rides the infinite loop of tribal tie-dye.
 
The Continuing Adventures of Coyote and Mole

"But hares are the stuff," the Coyote whined, "with which to make a fine feast.
On tastier fare you have never dined, a truly delectable beast."
"Oh, rabbit's fine," the Mole softly sighed, "for a predator like you."
Our tastes can be infinite and wide, is what I wish to construe."
 
a fine hare, mused the mole
as the coyote bared his soul
to stew and saute
and after serve latte
although, preferably, I think
he grinned, with a wink
I'd like to save the hare for magic
cause bunny killing is tragic
 
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With a 360 the underbelly cooks, shovel them under. I am the grass I cover all.
 
Camille said:
With a 360 the underbelly cooks, shovel them under. I am the grass I cover all.

clouds of grass cover all, but grass itself doesn't cover ocean sparkles.
 
sparkles reveal themselves as suicide silver fish, mating necromancers on tidal planes embalm me.
 
I've got grass in my ass said the bunny, distraught
Not "ass" said its mummy, you should really say "bot"
Those little round turds, are they grassy or not
And if you don't want to be eaten, make sure you're not shot.
 
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