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Merlot
Jun 6, 2005 16:42:04 GMT -5
Post by Aish on Jun 6, 2005 16:42:04 GMT -5
I sit with my ravenswood, talons embraced, wantonly unchaste...
liquified, I play and dance entranced...
corks lined up, culled, or called enthralled...
never silent, flesh waits, spends upends...
this certainty.
*drunken prattle*
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Merlot
Jun 6, 2005 17:01:41 GMT -5
Post by _black phoenix_ on Jun 6, 2005 17:01:41 GMT -5
i dont know whats going on here. ive got a general vibe, but nothing specific pinned down. im liking the rhythm and rhymes.. subtle, yet so effective. "ravenswood"?
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Merlot
Jun 6, 2005 17:36:43 GMT -5
Post by Yossarian on Jun 6, 2005 17:36:43 GMT -5
I don't really get what you're talking, but I love the flow and I was just able to drift with it happily, thanks to your graceful use of language. the last line made me laugh.
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Merlot
Jun 7, 2005 3:31:02 GMT -5
Post by Aish on Jun 7, 2005 3:31:02 GMT -5
I was drinking a bottle of Merlot by myself...and Ravenswood is the California winery I was imbibing...
*smiles*
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Merlot
Jun 9, 2005 16:38:54 GMT -5
Post by DarkCloud on Jun 9, 2005 16:38:54 GMT -5
Greetings!
ahh... sip some wine and relax....
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Merlot
Jun 10, 2005 9:17:40 GMT -5
Post by calamityroo on Jun 10, 2005 9:17:40 GMT -5
It must be the refernce to alchol that makes me want to go and start drinking while I read this. Maybe it make more sense then. I dont know why but all I could think of after reading this was that one poem from alice in wonderland (or was it through the looking glass i dont remember) that had the poem that was about the Jabborwalkie (is that how you spell it?). I dont know why but it just did... I really liked this.
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