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(no subject) [Feb. 18th, 2008|01:53 am]
Le cadavre exquis boira le vin nouveau.
godchildren

In a dream:

beautiful siamese twins
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2/18/08 [Feb. 18th, 2008|01:50 am]
Le cadavre exquis boira le vin nouveau.
godchildren
The sound of
children's colorless identities

crack like eggshells
in our teeth.

wearing their gender
between our breasts

glistening like the
mornings icing. The

seashell smell of
your breath makes

fog seem clear.
Remember when we

sang along to
your Smiths record?

I hated it.
You don't know

how to remember.
Your brain is

like us sometimes,
like the way

grapes feel like
dead men's eyes.


by iamquinnm, godchildren, and bikerioting
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2/13/08 [Jan. 24th, 2008|12:17 am]
Le cadavre exquis boira le vin nouveau.
godchildren
Digesting stars
is angel's work.

Devil's dreams are
my pudgy, dilated

little darling! This
is the true

meaning of religion,
not the icons

of our wasted
black-hole highschool days.

I ate maggots
from your sheets

and pillows stained
with young blood.

by erinnonentity, bikerioting, godchildren, neo_nym


Digesting stars

is angel's work.
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(no subject) [Jan. 22nd, 2008|06:11 am]
Le cadavre exquis boira le vin nouveau.

iamquinnm

The sound of

children's colorless identities
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1/21/08 [Jan. 21st, 2008|09:20 pm]
Le cadavre exquis boira le vin nouveau.
godchildren

Even in the
harsh light I

burned out my
pupils like the

head of a
pin. Teenage suicides

in outerspace splatter.
Her insides taste like

yours do, and
I've been replaced.

What's that song
we used to sing?

Remembering: a curse
we live through.

by lifeismagic, bikerioting, godchildren, & erinnonentity
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1/22/08 [Jan. 21st, 2008|12:12 pm]
Le cadavre exquis boira le vin nouveau.
godchildren
Let's sing
of the slums.

Let's burn cities
with our cigarettes.

Embers in eyes,
like the last

time you cried
on methamphetamines, or

singing with hypothermic
ice-encrusted lungs.

The bearer amazes
with light in

our lungs, sucking
all the sweetness

the first bites
of the last

ten thousand days
of your life.

by erinnonentity, godchildren, bikerioting, & iamquinnm


Let's sing

of the slums.
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(no subject) [Jan. 11th, 2008|04:48 pm]
Le cadavre exquis boira le vin nouveau.

lifeismagic

Even in the

harsh light I
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1/10/08 [Jan. 3rd, 2008|10:35 pm]
Le cadavre exquis boira le vin nouveau.
godchildren
This morning at
5:43, I drank.

2:10, Blast off,
like a rocketship

Again sweet bees'
sticky poetry inspires
me to suck

like a piglet,
fat and pink

and God-breathed since
3:22 this morning

beneath a turbaned
sky, I wept

for sick children
and drank. I

sang of climes
and dreams, but

I haven't slept
in seven days

We will not
be the first.


by  godchildren, bikerioting, beckastar, & neo_nym


This morning at

5:43, I drank
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How to play exquisite corpse [Jan. 3rd, 2008|01:31 am]
Le cadavre exquis boira le vin nouveau.
godchildren
Exquisite Corpse (or Rotating Corpse) is a collaborative poetry game.  Players take turns writing a poem, six words at a time.  Three words are hidden and three are visible.  We hide the first three words of each turn using the following code:




This changes our text and our background to gray. The text marked "FIRST THREE WORDS" will be camouflaged.  The "LAST THREE WORDS" will be visible, and this is what the next player will read before adding his or her own six words to the poem.



HOW TO START A NEW CORPSE
-- Copy/paste the above code into a new entry, replacing "FIRST THREE WORDS" and "LAST THREE WORDS" with your own. Anyone can begin a corpse at any time.

HOW TO ADD ONTO A CORPSE -- Same, but post the code as a reply to the last comment on an entry.

HOW TO END A CORPSE -- When the poem seems finished, post the letter "X" as a comment.  Highlight the gray boxes to reveal hidden text.



These are only guidelines.  There are no rules.  Go wild.




EXAMPLE:

User neo_nym starts a corpse, and I add onto it --


neo_nym
2007-12-31 04:28 am

Lost in the

light, our fingers

godchildren
2007-12-31 04:59 am

sticky with honey

and come. Don't

neo_nym
2007-12-31 05:23 am

stop, don't stop,

porous and warm

godchildren
2007-12-31 06:01 am

and holy and

filthy with bluebirds

neo_nym
2007-12-31 06:23 am

glazed with the

voltage of my

godchildren

2007-12-31 06:34 am

thunder thighs, electric

songbird eyes, Oh

neo_nym

2007-12-31 06:55 am

I am slipping

into the moon

godchildren
2007-12-31 07:05 am

of your warm

white luminous palm

neo_nym
2007-12-31 01:31 pm

I have misplaced

my past. Oh. X


Since neo_nym posted the closing 'X,'  we can finally highlight the gray boxes and reveal the finished poem!

 Lost in the
light, our fingers
sticky with honey
and come. Don't
stop, don't stop,
porous and warm
and holy and
filthy with bluebirds
glazed with the
voltage of my
thunder thighs, electric
songbird eyes, Oh
I am slipping
into the moon
of your warm
white luminous palm
I have misplaced
my past. Oh.

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