Wednesday, August 16, 2006

Call me lame (l4m3?) all you want but I'm inspired

Along the shore the cloud waves break,
The twin suns sink beneath the lake,
The shadows lengthen

In Carcosa.

Strange is the night where black stars rise,
And strange moons circle through the skies
But stranger still is

Lost Carcosa.

Songs that the Hyades shall sing,
Where flap the tatters of the King,
Must die unheard in

Dim Carcosa.

Song of my soul, my voice is dead;
Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed
Shall dry and die in

Lost Carcosa.

I am going to get back to my writing.

UPDATE: JUST IN CASE THE LINK ABOVE WAS NOT CLEAR, I DID NOT WRITE THIS. I DON'T WANT ANYONE TO HAVE THE WRONG IMPRESSION.

9 comments:

teh l4m3 said...

Ah chuckles this is why I adore you: massive wang + massive brain = god among men.

No you are not lame.

Anonymous said...

Lame and not in the cute way like teh teh.

Jenny said...

Don't worry, I think you're cute. 8-P Can't testify to the wang, though. Only ever saw your butt.

8-) Jenny

Lindsey said...

Well if this is lame...I want to be dull for the rest of my life! lol.

fish said...

I will only mock the self deprication in the title...

Chuckles said...

You heard it here first, I am the Kwisatz Haderach.

teh l4m3 said...

Ooh ooh can I be Reverend Mother Helen Gaius Mohaim?

Chuckles said...

Sure.

Freaking witch.

teh l4m3 said...

Whatever. You turn into an enormous sandworm. I wouldn't talk if I were you.