stream of whatever #3

[mc776]

That night he led me down
To the fields of white
To the fields of green
To the fields where the
Tentacles grow

That night my love led me
To the place where
Seeing ones know
And faithless sow
The seeds from which
Tentacles grow

Three, four, Hush! And he led me
Down to the fields
Down to the plains
Down to the worlds
Where the Tentacles grow.
Behold, thinglings! My dearest
Dementor, how sweetly the
Nightingale sings

Jug
Jug

Bloodied in molten snow
Where the tentacles grow


"Dude, that sucked ass!"

"Hey, fuck you, let's see you write something better!"

"There once was a poet from Nantuck--"

Tentacles grew.

And then they ate him.


Not part of the poem, but have a Bear Hello.

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[vaecrius.livejournal.com]

It's beginning to dawn on me just how much of a dumb partly-conacious knockoff of "Where the Wild Roses Grow" this is...