A string of randomly plucked cryptically metaphoric loosely connected words...

Excuse me as I wipe the sarcasm from the keyboard.

The flame still flickers as my torch arm is getting tired
of watching the spider crawl up my wall, but my brain doesn't mind
that my soul is mono and my desires are stereo.

I'm growing weary of no-fidelity sound systems.

Honor among thieves is imperative, because
if you can't trust the lamb chops, the terrorists have won.

I smell time coming at leaps and re-bounds.

Author's Note

In the interest of sounding cool and getting lots of views, I considered giving this a title something like, "Sound System Sardonics", or "Lamb Chop Time Terrorists" or "Smelling Mono Spiders", but since I'm terribly honest, and don't give a shit about being cool, I thought I should call it exactly what it is: a string of randomly plucked cryptically metaphoric loosely connected words.

Reviews

[Corset]

Well whatever you call it , don't call it out! It's awesome , definitely a home run!

[Baby Ricochet]

HA! THat's great.

[Lily Mae]

Ok but I have to say I love the leaps and re-bounds.. it made me smile at my own weaknesses..xo excellent write...x

[icaros13]

Thank you!

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. an amazing title ... it's astonishing ... it's earnest yet it's very no-nonsense ... and i love the piece that follows ... the "sound" word play especially ... indeed "honor among thieves is imperative" ... and i know that "smell" ... that last line is definitely a bazooka ... superbly written, monsieur ... excellent work ...

[icaros13]

I really did try to make it all random and without meaning. It was going to be dripping with sarcasm and satyr... I think it's impossible for me to be very random...

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. oh ... oh no ... to be random one has to be random in the head i think ... maybe :P ...