Mot Juste

I serve my flesh up here au jus,

Despite the licking flames.

Broken to the core, not burned.

Healthy mind in one lame brain.

 

Drink my blood, and brave the day

Ye denizens of night eternal.

Feel the Stake within? It’s raised.

Truth is night AND day. Diurnal.

 

Lorem ipsum after all?

Gibberish, or truth itself?

Define your terms, insouciant wyrms.

Lateral ins pass your ghoulish elf.

The Hare Kirin is in truth Archmage of Shadowrun;

Unbinding magics your dim ape ancestors thought best banned.

And so they shackled every rock and tree and breeze with words,

Giving up their vista bluff to one with Royal Flush in hand.

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About davidiclineage

Third David down from Absalom Purchase (a Stranger on the Rock) across seven generations. Distaff line Love through mother, Christine. Get it? It took me a while before I did.
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4 Responses to Mot Juste

  1. You may not see the cross you’re draggin’, but you’re definitely draggin’.

  2. sbailey says:

    I was standing on his cross jumping up and down like it was a trampoline:( we all were

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