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06 October 2005 @ 02:21 pm
Fun with search strings!  
I'm assiduously not doing my work at all. So instead I went to my stats page, and the search strings that have lead poor innocent souls to my corner of the internets. And then, in order to keep procrastinating, I did the thing where I manipulate the words there into something resembling a poem. What you find here is completely composed of search string words -- I went back about six months. It makes little to no sense, but it's a special kind of geeky fun:

Unto these swollen bones,
my forehead at night,
you sometimes flew.

Backlit, nude, I made you images:
dogs of sand, clowns from shattered chalk.

You grew lilies in a damned field.
Yours, a yellow love. Yours, a great pain:
A slash, a Ragnarok, a tight distance to your Chicago.
I hate how you bent deeper into your fiction --
clever rings. Arise, warlike tongue. Arise, neon lords.
You, prince, boxing and fucking. You scar from it,
waiting like ladies do.

This season bends, formal, to my men.
You, too thin, punished, leave for the watershed.
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Adoable Frunklyra_sena on October 6th, 2005 06:23 pm (UTC)
Yes yes, I love it when you do this.
pure FORESHADOWING: fumbling through - dog was starnifra_idril on October 6th, 2005 06:44 pm (UTC)
You left me before I was done! Curse you! Anyway, here's yours:

I want your furious light.

Without you, an ugly justice smiles whenever she's awake,
but your fingertips red and bruised conquer that vampire.
Her story says fracture. Your story says death.

Jittery subjects and a fast patrol of blurring kisses.
You tumble like a lily, a trampling saga filled with Lucifer
who is not your father. Listen, this mishap is not yours.

Drink, ugly brother. You harness your body, your amber --
nervousness is safe. You have no pretty fiction. You have no darlings.

There aren't bounds here. Your feet, you, a wardrobe of secrets:
I want to pierce it. I want to pierce you.

This feral kiss is yours.
Adoable Frunk: palelightlyra_sena on October 6th, 2005 07:15 pm (UTC)
*flails* I love you. I love you SO MUCH.

This *points to lips* feral kiss is ALL YOURS. Gahd, and the first line! *swoons*