Darth InSidious Posted December 18, 2008 Author Share Posted December 18, 2008 He, the young man carbuncular, arrives, A small house agent's clerk, with one bold stare, One of the low on whom assurance sits As a silk hat on a Bradford millionaire. The time is now propitious, as he guesses, The meal is ended, she is bored and tired, Endeavours to engage her in caresses Which are still unreproved, if undesired. Flushed and decided, he assaults at once; Exploring hands encounter no defence; His vanity requires no response, And makes a welcome of indifference. (And I Tiresias have foresuffered all Enacted on this same divan or bed; I who have sat by Thebes below the wall And walked among the lowest of the dead.) Bestows one final patronising kiss, And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CommanderQ Posted December 18, 2008 Share Posted December 18, 2008 And there he jumped, into the harrowing pit! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Samnmax221 Posted December 18, 2008 Share Posted December 18, 2008 Everybody climb into the oven. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Emperor Devon Posted December 18, 2008 Share Posted December 18, 2008 commanderq goes first Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jae Onasi Posted December 18, 2008 Share Posted December 18, 2008 Everybody climb into the oven. Why would you want to desecrate a perfectly good oven with such word-vomit? Then you'd just have a humongous mess to clean up, even. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darth InSidious Posted December 18, 2008 Author Share Posted December 18, 2008 And there he jumped, into the harrowing pit! Yes, I'm positive this rhythmless rhyme is exactly what was in Eliot's first draft. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CommanderQ Posted December 18, 2008 Share Posted December 18, 2008 Yep, everyone learns somehow. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sabretooth Posted December 18, 2008 Share Posted December 18, 2008 When will you, I wonder. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
EnderWiggin Posted December 18, 2008 Share Posted December 18, 2008 When will you, I wonder. iknorite? _EW_ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Litofsky Posted December 19, 2008 Share Posted December 19, 2008 "April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sabretooth Posted December 19, 2008 Share Posted December 19, 2008 I am the Sun, I am the Moon I'm living in the Scarlet Dream Born in heaven and raised in hell I'm wandering in the Scarlet Dream Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Sabretooth Posted January 13, 2011 Share Posted January 13, 2011 Oh hey, this thread is like 2 years old now. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darth Avlectus Posted January 16, 2011 Share Posted January 16, 2011 I will milk the cow, while mr. Bean masters the sneaky bow; You go to the booneys seeking hookers and cheap thrills, only to find that Louis ran out of pills. Jet set the bitter tweakers get in the $hit pits to go find a roasted piggy while Dragon Quest's Durran is getting jiggy... With your mom... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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