The Palace of Loverzan Don't mess with the palace guardian.
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Enjoy your visit.
February 23, 2005
bustop burbling

Don't scratch the surface.
You won't like what you find.

Not served whole, pop-eyed like one of those fishes with it's head, tail,
gills intact and glistening, grotesque in it's pretty bed of parsley and lemon.

I'd stew it for you if I knew how. Fillet it,
slice it, dice it, bake it, boil it, make it tender and palatable.

Minced with fine words or crusted with sweet brown sugar.

I try, but somehow it always spills out, dreadful eyeballs bulging, angry spines prickling-impossible to swallow.

Even when I say nothing! Somehow it's there in the silence,
as huge and loud and painful as the love in my heart.

You can't cook that.

Straight from the Queen's mouth. Sayeth rzan at 03:55 PM
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