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Thunderverse!

With swollen tongues and bloody brains we bound into the verbal melee.

thunderverseIt must be confessed that we hate many things and delight in banishing them to the outer-reaches of our fiefdom. To this end, each Friday we will purge something from the Thunderverse! and relegate it to our own metaphorical Devil’s Island. So, in the interest of kicking things when they are down, we are giving you the opportunity to piss on their graves, Lutfi-style, and let it all hang out–poetically speaking.

Bring us your best (or passable) sonnet, couplet, limerick or ode. Show your sass with some free association or beat poetry. Capitalize for emphasis à la Emily or pull an e.e. and don’t punctuate at all. Bid a fond farewell or immolate the bastards where they stand–the choice is up to you. All that we ask is for you to bare your soul and a pound a flesh. Clarification: we are asking for the flesh, not for you to bare the pound of flesh. We aren’t perverts. What do you get in return? Some eKudos in the form of a “Winnar!” preceding the next Thunderverse!

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April 3, 2009 Posted by | Thunderverse! | , , , | 12 Comments

Thunderverse!

With swollen tongues and bloody brains we bound into the verbal melee.

thunderverseIt must be confessed that we hate many things and delight in banishing them to the outer-reaches of our fiefdom. To this end, each Friday we will purge something from the Thunderverse! and relegate it to our own metaphorical Devil’s Island. So, in the interest of kicking things when they are down, we are giving you the opportunity to piss on their graves, Lutfi-style, and let it all hang out–poetically speaking.

Bring us your best (or passable) sonnet, couplet, limerick or ode. Show your sass with some free association or beat poetry. Capitalize for emphasis à la Emily or pull an e.e. and don’t punctuate at all. Bid a fond farewell or immolate the bastards where they stand–the choice is up to you. All that we ask is for you to bare your soul and a pound a flesh. Clarification: we are asking for the flesh, not for you to bare the pound of flesh. We aren’t perverts. What do you get in return? Some eKudos in the form of a “Winnar!” preceding the next Thunderverse!

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March 20, 2009 Posted by | Thunderverse! | , | 16 Comments

Thunderverse!

With swollen tongues and bloody brains we bound into the verbal melee.

thunderverseIt must be confessed that we hate many things and delight in banishing them to the outer-reaches of our fiefdom. To this end, each Friday we will purge something from the Thunderverse! and relegate it to our own metaphorical Devil’s Island. So, in the interest of kicking things when they are down, we are giving you the opportunity to piss on their graves, Lutfi-style, and let it all hang out–poetically speaking.

Bring us your best (or passable) sonnet, couplet, limerick or ode. Show your sass with some free association or beat poetry. Capitalize for emphasis à la Emily or pull an e.e. and don’t punctuate at all. Bid a fond farewell or immolate the bastards where they stand–the choice is up to you. All that we ask is for you to bare your soul and a pound a flesh. Clarification: we are asking for the flesh, not for you to bare the pound of flesh. We aren’t perverts. What do you get in return? Some eKudos in the form of a “Winnar!” preceding the next Thunderverse!

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March 13, 2009 Posted by | Thunderverse! | , , | 30 Comments