Toquily dukily People to chatter with... Was it excitement or did i feel dread? I'm so relieved that we can't get the answers all timechirpingendingly dumped on our thread.

Posted on 2013-07-09 00:10 by ggh.

higgledy piggledy handed a mystery look at the otters jump into the fray Could not The Randall be protolinguisticly sniping the nerds who have come out to play?

Posted on 2013-07-09 00:42 by ucim.

Higgledy piggledy Only five minutes 'til Time's newest ONG will drop Onto my screen That's not much time to write Tachypoetically A double dactyl, y'all. (PagePopes are mean!)

Posted on 2013-07-09 00:59 by Rule110.

'ternaly Densicly Thus be the question here: Is he my sibling or just a ⁴ friend? I can now tell you with equivocality, <span style="font-style: italic">Its all related</span> so -oops, that's the end. <span style="font-size:80%;">4: Neat</span>

Posted on 2013-07-30 01:29 by StormAngel.

Doubledy dactyldy I don't remember who but in the OTT someone did once grammar-analysis maybe can they provide d-dactyl candidates by any chance⁰? ⁰: need to read this with an English accent, I guess...

Posted on 2013-05-18 22:36 by mscha.

You mean something like: Oh drat that's five syllables. Let's try this again. You mean like: But we could only (for the smaller collider) budget for two quarks

Posted on 2013-06-26 16:38 by Angelastic.

We could only bud... [CHANGE!] I love our weird haiku [CHANGE!]...get for two quarks.

Posted on 2013-06-26 16:38 by Angelastic.

That's something I could do, (not just detect haiku) speech synthesisers compute stress as well. Wait, is my rhyme scheme wrong? was my fourth line too long? Oh, the unstressed thing is moved, can you tell?

Posted on 2013-05-19 01:32 by Angelastic.

The stars await. The stars await, and someone comes, and looks, and leaves... Unchanged. Unmoved. And the stars flicker out, one by one until there is nothing left.

Posted on 2013-06-27 04:31 by ucim.

The Waiting goes on; when will it end? The river of Time flows through our life, though nothing is done to make it bend. We welcome each small joy, 'midst the strife Each moment spent in the wait for It -- A droplet from a deep sea. Each swig of water, so vile with salt, is spit to return to the source, wide and big. We cannot see what will come of it; no meaning is found. Care? It does not. Still, hurting comes too, from what gets hit and missing some; still it ruins with rot. But onward our wants drive us to wait for knowledge and hope and long life, too. Yet always we know that our own fate, will someday end. Yes, that fact is true.

Posted on 2013-05-13 20:54 by StratPlayer.