gri_2003_m_46_b03_f08_005
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Transcribers
- 65803887 - Galvanicgirl
- WINNER - 65859409 - evanstonsherry
- 65957102 - not-logged-in-939538ab60c3411bfee1
- 66003413 - KittyM
- 66008666 - not-logged-in-0e3d0f613ec26260a7cc
- 66028009 - not-logged-in-623e4e68215e45b3e7a0
65803887 - Galvanicgirl
(v)Though we would not willingly maroon
A helpful girl on a desert island,
Once the heroine were there
Corkscrewed by despair,
We would applaud her terror at being alone,
Myth of the tortured girl, eyes raw with sand.
Her death and apotheosis about the palms
Sublimated to the attic of the moon,
Crown her terror in this place
With constellation's sterile lace.
Do not, Muses of Order, permit alarms
Of white, a-symmetrical pantaloons.
(vi)
Turn consoling sommersaults
On the pagan altar and assault
The local girls after this offering,
Crackpot huntress or nymphs dancing
In bland, harmonious routine:
Discord of flesh on the rustic green.
Unburden the hourglass by breaking it,
Use the shards of glass to cut
The wrists of the Muses and as they bleed
Write swear words on the sand at low-tide.
The comedy blunders like a phallus
Between the protagonists on Naxos.
WINNER - 65859409 - evanstonsherry
(v)Though we would not willingly maroon
A helpful girl on a desert island,
Once the heroine were there
Corkscrewed by despair,
We would applaud her terror at being alone,
Myth of the tortured girl, eyes raw with sand.
Her death and apotheosis above the palms
Sublimated to the attic of the moon,
Crown her terror in this place
With constellation's sterile lace.
Do not, Muses of Order, permit alarms
Of white, asymmetrical pantaloons.
(vi)
Turn consoling sommersaults
On the pagan altar and assault
The local girls after this offering,
Crackpot huntress or nymphs dancing
In bland, harmonious routine:
Discord of flesh on the rustic green.
Unburden the hourglass by breaking it,
Use the shards of glass to cut
The wrists of the Muses and as they bleed
Write swear words on the sand at low-tide.
The comedy blunders like a phallus
Between the protagonists on Naxos.
65957102 - not-logged-in-939538ab60c3411bfee1
(v)Though we would not willingly maroon
A helpful girl on a desert island,
Once the heroine were there
Corkscrewed by despair,
We would applaud her terror at being alone,
Myth of the tortured girl, eyes raw with sand.
Her death and apotheosis above the palms
Sublimated to the attic of the moon,
Crown her terror in this place
With constellation's sterile lace.
Do not, Muses of Order, permit alarms
Of white, asymmetrical pantaloons.
(vi)
Turn consoling somersaults
On the pagan altar and assault
The local girls after this offering,
Crackpot huntress or nymphs dancing
In bland, harmonious routine:
Discord of flesh on the rustic green.
Unburden the hourglass by breaking it,
Use the shards of glass to cut
The wrists of the Muses and as they bleed
Write swear words on the sand at low-tide.
The comedy blunders like a phallus
Between the protagonists on Naxos.
66003413 - KittyM
(v)Though we would not willingly maroon
A helpful girl on a desert island,
once the heroine were there
corkscrewed by despair,
We would applaud her terror at being alone,
Myth of the tortured girl, eyes raw with sand.
Her death and apotheosis above the palms
Sublimated to the attic of the moon,
Crown her terror in this place
With constellation's sterile lace.
Do not, Muses of Order, permit alarms
Of white, asymmetrical pantaloons.
(vi)
Turn consoling somersaults
On the pagan altar and assault
The local girls after this offering,
Crackpot huntress or nymphs dancing
Unburden the hourglass by breaking it,
Use the shards of glass to cut
The wrists of the Muses and as they bleed
Write swear words on the sand at low-tide.
The comedy blunders like a phallus
Between the protagonists on Naxos.
66008666 - not-logged-in-0e3d0f613ec26260a7cc
(v) Though we would not willingly maroon A helpful girl on a desert island, Once the heroine were there Corkscrewed by despair, We would applaud her terror at being alone, Myth of the tortured girl, eyes raw with sand. Her death and apotheosis above the palms Sublimed to the attic of the moon, Crown her terror in this place With constellation's sterile lace. Do not, Muse of Order, permit alarms Of white, asymmetrical pantaloons.(vi) Turn consoling sommersaults On the pagan altar and assault The local girls after this offering, Crackpot huntress or nymphs dancing In bland, harmonious routine: Discord of flesh on the rustic green. Unburden the hourglass by breaking it, Use the shards of glass to cut The wrist of the Muses and as they bleed Write swear words on the sand at low-tide. The comedy blunders like a phallus Between the protagonists on Naxos.
66028009 - not-logged-in-623e4e68215e45b3e7a0
(v)
Though we would not willingly maroon
A helpful girl on a desert island,
Once the heroine were there
Corkscrewed by despair.
We would applaud her terror at being alone.
Myth of the tortured girl, eye raw with sand.
Her death and the apotheosis above the palms
Sublimated to the attic of the moon,
Crown her terror in this place
with constellation's sterile .
Do not, Muses of Order, permit alarms
Of white, a-symmetrical pantaloons.
(vi)
Turn consoling sommersaults
On the pagan altar and assault
The local girls after this offering,
Crackpot huntress of nymphs dancing
In bland, harmonious routine:
Discord of flesh on the rustic green.
Unburden the hourglass by breaking it,
Use the shards of glass to cut
The writs of the Muses and as they bleed
Write swear words on the sand at low-tide.
The comedy blunders like a phallus
Between the protagonists on Naxos.