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Canto 14 by Wolf Larsen Not from City Hall whorehouses do I pluck my judgments like daisy petals: And yet methinks I have horny space aliens as friends, But not to tell of anuses as large as whole afternoons! And of musical plagues, of mass poetry executions, & sexy philosophies; Nowhere can I babble for endless minutes to storefront mannequins, Pointing to each his thunder, rain and wind, Or say with Ronald Reagan look-alikes if I shall go pornography skating, By the rivers of orgasms that I in heaven find: But from your red-green-&-yellow eyes I derive my all-Galactic-knowledge! And, conStant-electRical-impuLses traveling like lightning through you, As slaughterhouse monologues and madhouse blues shall together thrive, If only from vanilla & cherry streetcorners thou wouldst convert everyone to bubblegum religions; Or where else can I defecate? Thy end is the beginning of the final commencement of the great ending... Copyright 2012 by Wolf Larsen
Sonnet XIV by William Shakespeare Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck; And yet methinks I have astronomy, But not to tell of good or evil luck, Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons' quality; Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell, 5 Pointing to each his thunder, rain and wind, Or say with princes if it shall go well, By oft predict that I in heaven find: But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive, And, constant stars, in them I read such art 10 As truth and beauty shall together thrive, If from thyself to store thou wouldst convert; Or else of thee this I prognosticate: Thy end is truth's and beauty's doom and date. 14
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