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SirJolt
the Dagon Knight4016 Posts
Lurker, lurker, burrowed tight, In the temple, lost at night, What immortal spider mine, Could breach thy fearful hatchery I figure I'm going to be like Coleridge and just not finish it. Job done. Man, being a poet is crazy easy. Bang in a bit of opium, fall asleep. Wake up... poem.   | ||
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Atom Cannister
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Squeegy
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SirJolt
the Dagon Knight4016 Posts
On September 26 2010 21:02 Atom Cannister wrote: So I won't be seeing you later??? I'm at your house now man, you need to try not to be so negative... If anyone else has any StarCraft-ed versions of classic poems I'm all ears. | ||
boesthius
United States11637 Posts
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Zergneedsfood
United States10671 Posts
On September 26 2010 21:31 boesthius wrote: i steal terran’s gas he makes too many barracks in come the dt’s Your haikus are good. I don't feel like making one. I'm just too lazy.  | ||
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boesthius
United States11637 Posts
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boesthius
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elf_01
United States168 Posts
On September 26 2010 19:47 SirJolt wrote: I woke up this morning and found this as a note sent from my phone to my gmail at five o'clock this morning. I don't remember waking up... Lurker, lurker, burrowed tight, In the temple, lost at night, What immortal spider mine, Could breach thy fearful hatchery I figure I'm going to be like Coleridge and just not finish it. Job done. Man, being a poet is crazy easy. Bang in a bit of opium, fall asleep. Wake up... poem. Hmm i recognize this. Tyger, by Blake? EDIT: may as well contribute some haiku of my own: DT's in my base What a fucking imba race All cheese and a-move | ||
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SirJolt
the Dagon Knight4016 Posts
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boesthius
United States11637 Posts
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floor exercise
Canada5847 Posts
The light on your face is soft and dim under the lace curtain And the streets are empty In the distance, there is a flash and a rumble Vikings sail the sky like giant wooden ships On a blackened evergreen sea Capped with foam | ||
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crayons
Singapore65 Posts
On the map terrain at night, What Immortal, Ling, or Rine Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant sector of sky, Burnt the acid of your eye, On what claws and spines dare he aspire? What Xel'Naga dare seize the fire? And what Dune Buggy, Equipped with flame, Could make thy heart cease to beat, What dread hands, what dread feet? When the stars threw down their planet cracking spears, And water'd heaven with their blue Protoss tears, Did They smile Their work to see? Did They who made the Probe make thee? Hydra, Hydra, burning bright, On the map terrain at night, What Immortal, Ling, or Rine Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? (from some site) its a also another william blake, tyger mod | ||
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SirJolt
the Dagon Knight4016 Posts
My dearest Crayons, I am undone. ![[image loading]](http://img685.imageshack.us/i/crayonss.jpg/) | ||
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babolatt
Canada312 Posts
I complained about T versus Z, I should have pew pew, Instead of QQ, And now they have gone and banned me | ||
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Archas
United States6531 Posts
Adaptation of Walt Whitman's "O Captain! My Captain!" O QUEEN! my Queen! it seems our early game is done; The Hatch has weather'd every 'Racks, the nat we sought is won; The Lair is near, the Drones I hear, the obs are all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the micro grim and daring: But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of green, Where on the Creep a body lies, Fallen is my Queen. O Queen! my Queen! rise up and hear the screams; Rise up-for you the larvae call-for you the caster streams; For you bouquets of Terran heads-for you the Zerg's a-crowding; For you they call, the swaying mass, their savage muzzles turning; Here Queen! my dearest Zergling mother! This claw beneath your head; It is some dream that on the Creep, You've fallen cold and dead. My Queen she does not answer, her limbs are pale and still; My mother does not hear my shrieks, she has no pulse nor will; The proxy 'Racks has been destroy'd, the mid-game on its way; Our Terran foes have been deposed; our base is here to stay; Exult, O Drones, and sing, O 'Lings! But I, with mournful tread, Crawl the Creep my Queen now lies, Fallen cold and dead. | ||
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SirJolt
the Dagon Knight4016 Posts
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