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:
Ah chuckles this is why I adore you: massive wang + massive brain = god among men.
No you are not lame.
Lame and not in the cute way like teh teh.
Don't worry, I think you're cute. 8-P Can't testify to the wang, though. Only ever saw your butt.
8-) Jenny
Well if this is lame...I want to be dull for the rest of my life! lol.
I will only mock the self deprication in the title...
You heard it here first, I am the Kwisatz Haderach.
Ooh ooh can I be Reverend Mother Helen Gaius Mohaim?
Sure.
Freaking witch.
Whatever. You turn into an enormous sandworm. I wouldn't talk if I were you.
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