My Corrupted Site Idea
Its a Scotland yard murder mystery poetry cult
you start out writing flowers and scenarios in which you wish to be stumbled
upon
inside outside
every house has a room, from chat room to chat room
no one knows
and them the mods randomly select a winker
and he begins sliding with instructions of who is dieng
and how they fade
they follow instructions
but the slider has to work diligently not to get caught
when the detectives can catch him
and prove his footsteps
and he is caught red handed
they begin again
some may stay ghosts you r poetry there for everyone to enjoy
the crime scene gets harder and harder to decipher every time
so strategy comes into play
and subtle metaphors and illiteration
and new styles are born
acrostics and chilling tales
cliffhangers
poetry cult mystery Scotland yard detective poetry
one day when i have enough money and no how
I'll spread the word
and you can all join
from sitting ducksto endless laughter
to ghosts of mazes of mansions
to fairytale chapters
to oracles of insight
to revelations of mass hysteria and political Assassinations
how do you want to go in the next round
its all innocent
from chat room to chat room
for the dead that walk among us
and the living
and the dance of Gabrielle's souls
of the new and old religions
a whole new internet world shall unfold
murder mystery Scotland yard detective cult poetry of laughter to the artistic jokes
we never tell but get in time
its a crime all right
but whose still living whose dead
give me a sign
Copyright © Troy Nelson | Year Posted 2006
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