To survive: you must...you...

Damn!!

Writer’s block!?

“Raarrrghhhaaraaaa!?!”

“Naaagghhhaaarraaahaa!!”

(Two zombies arguing whether my brain is too high in bad-cholesterol.)

To pay or not for specific relations,

To you, is done by abominations,

But, just look down at your brood,

Those ankle-biters so crude,

You've been paying ten-fold, plus taxations.

'Fore murmurs of Jove send heralds alight,

Slight of rein in near thrice summers' score.

Bore was his blood by a midwife's blade's rite;

Recite from the sightless bard and ailing hermit's lore.

Tore from the cloth of that Great thunderous oak's height,

Rights of his countrymen is by what he swore.

War he hath waged and seethed beyond known sight,

Might of the phalanxs' spears and gladius' roar.

For whence the bloodstone be spent and debts turned right,

Night revealed sweet Selene fully ascended to restore.

Four mummers of Jove beheld such a vehement sight,

Sleight of vows and a dance of daggers upon whom they abhor.

For the Ides would end for he, and he forevermore.

I'm not sure why every leaf must die...

Though, surely the leaf is the same as I.

Is it envious of the likes of the cypress and pine?

Surely, it is as jealous and greedy as I.

Is it vain in it's golden-auburn dyes?

Surely, it is as prideful as I.

Does it long for sacchrine pleasures of lecherous light?

Surely, it is as gluttonous and covetous as I.

Does it rage in a tempest and lay idle in a silent night?

Surely, it is as wrathful and langourous as I.

I'm not sure why every leaf must die...

Though, suely the leaf is the same as I.

Readying Revelries Regarding Ratiocinational Rites

Writing While Writhing Wraiths Walk

Everflowing Echelons Entangled Envitrously Endovenous

Virtues Vindicate Victorous Villionus Ventures

But when does a name become used, and the used named?

We are Born

We Breathe

We Eat

We Drink

We Fuck

We Die

Any Questions?