and all your poems still to be honest like children.

[hummingwolf]

Here to read a MegaHAL poem for all you storytellers out there is our special guest, Al Lopacino! Alfer Pacez? Oh, whatever.

Disciples filled with the process of storytelling that in a variety of organisms--so
many similarities to the meaning of life and soup and add more stock as needed. Serve hot,
our prayer of thanks.

for then no more this sun which totters,
this light which crumples under the piano, in the mist, the impalpable mist,
like howling pets i nonetheless adore
may float their blossoms
through the grey rocky mountains,
concealed among orchids of subtle idiosyncrasy.

i've set the style that has made her heart to beat,
and in the morning
they put me back
what you're feeling
everything's a-ok
friendly actions of sages infinite as space through the shade.

In other news: I have now managed to put two loads of laundry through the washing machine today. Woohoo! (Some days you need to celebrate any triumph, no matter how minor.)