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The Plowing Current's Power

The power - deep, flexible, and richly melodious, with undertones of a thick, heavy brown that was swirled among the soft parts and intertwined among the solidity - of this deadly, silent, and inaccessible current that overcame its own danger, his dwindling, destitute, deserved destiny, the darkness, and the doubt, with no difficulty by plowing it deliberately, coolly, methodically, indifferently onto the degraded, defeated, and emasculated ruins of his mind, the disturbed, shaken, distressed carcass that he no longer cared to claim as his own body, and his soul, drunken to the depths of deliriousness to numb the pain of the dissent, discord, and disharmony that resided therin.




Poetry by Morgan Cellohead
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Written on 2009-06-21 at 08:31

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PoeticProcrastination
Wow...it sure is some sentence. I really like the alliteration achieved with all of the "d" words--it adds a cool effect to this scarily twisted but definitely (hah! a "d" word!) captivating write.
2009-06-27


melanie sue
This should get a red ribbon for the best run-on sentence I have ever read. The content is sad but well expressed. Hope you have a more cheerful day.
2009-06-21