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29 November 2004 @ 06:50 pm
So sometimes I remember that I can check my stats page, and then I do it obsessively for a while, and go back into the past and look at search strings that bring people to my webpage. (It's a way of procrastinating, which is, I feel, a valid lifestyle choice for me.)

At any rate, the past few months, have included some weird search strings.

Now, some of those are so truly bizarre that I felt I had to manipulate them into some epically bad poetry, so here you go. The only words that have been added to this are 'with' and 'oh'.


Sound bites as grapes
break spring. A formal feeling -- September chapters.

Your lemon kiss to faith; Nipple -- clit, skirt, hands...oh.
Oh, you ladies. Stay blind. Sleep in chicago pictures.

Oh, rub lower .

Your stray love, your slash love,
caught by cameras.

This exile, this scar, this drunken freckle:
there is more truth in this, than your hand, her nipple,
your fuck.

Your great pain, your august, your sex;
exile and fire, blind fox asylum in winter.

Kiss season, kiss times, kiss songs,
kiss nights back lit and deeper,
with your beautiful hips and your shirt,
your hand so violently up my skirt in the rain.

This scene is missing.
Current Mood: drunkdrunk
Current Music: Captain Badass-Songs: Ohia
Thamiristhamiris on November 29th, 2004 11:56 pm (UTC)
LOL That's some weird shit, babe--what's with the seasonal theme?--but when you combine the words like this, there's a surprising lyrical coherence.
pure FORESHADOWING: Deathnifra_idril on November 30th, 2004 04:18 am (UTC)
Heh, thanks sweets. It was actually a blast to do, and reading my search strings I did come to realize how much season plays a role in what I write. I think it's part of my setting-fixation; I think about the quality of light a lot, and season factors into that. But, yeah...there's a lot of that, isn't there?
Adoable Frunk: kant tipelyra_sena on November 30th, 2004 12:03 am (UTC)
stray slash love! It's all the rage!

...I really wonder about people, though. *is vaguely frightened*
pure FORESHADOWING: Bobcatitude!nifra_idril on November 30th, 2004 04:20 am (UTC)
You're so right -- it IS all the rage! *snugs you*
suzycatsuzycat on November 30th, 2004 12:09 am (UTC)
As a former, and published, bad poet, I would like to say that that is actually rather nice. And hot.
pure FORESHADOWING: Deathnifra_idril on November 30th, 2004 04:21 am (UTC)
Aww, thank you hon. *snugs*
The Scientific Nature of the Whammymiss_pryss on November 30th, 2004 12:25 am (UTC)
How do you see those stats?

<-- is ignorant.
pure FORESHADOWING: big pimpin'nifra_idril on November 30th, 2004 04:22 am (UTC)
Hmm. I think it's different for different servers, but I just type '/stats' after the url of my webpage and it takes me to my montly stats.
The Scientific Nature of the Whammymiss_pryss on November 30th, 2004 12:40 pm (UTC)
Oh, I thought you were getting those stats for your LJ.

*is less confused*