a
Latest Forum Posts:

Categories

HomeMusings Stories Spewing My Coocoo With Algorithms

Spewing My Coocoo With Algorithms

Night bears witness, with the dark of the eyesores. Dripping from webs of pale cataracts. In silence as the oysters of rainfall. Like a mist. An invocation of madness to my mind's pendulum. With metaphors of rum, done right, and the profane jesters for poet's daily bread. In my hand's deformity as I dot my I's. Before the ink dries and coagulates. As I cork the bottle of rum's night folly. Spewing my coocoo with algorithms. Night bears witness, with the dark of the eyesores. 

 

This story is protected by International Copyright Law, by the author, all rights reserved. If found posted anywhere other than storiesspace.com with this note attached, it has been posted without my permission.

To link to this story from your site - please use the following code:

<a href="https://www.storiesspace.com/stories/musings/-spewing-my-coocoo-with-algorithms-.aspx"> Spewing My Coocoo With Algorithms </a>

Comments (0)

Tell us why

Please tell us why you think this story should be removed.

Reason