10am Final Smackdown!
Team Ashley won the 11am smackdown by a fairly solid margin!
This one was a closer, but decisive, vote.
Team Rick
[UNTITLED]
The constricted guillotine had the man staggering.
Pearly gates were fulfilling while he was laughing
because of the drinking.
The woman is no longer ugly,
drinking in her new features,
trying to find out what to do about her diabetic situation.
I put the carcasses of the dead on my tebuchet and
fling them at pro-life activists.
They got cocky and exploded a pidgeon
to start talking to them
about been ugly
drooling over the sight
of my memory of Canton.
** note: a "trebuchet" is sort of like a catapault. While the striking imagery of "drinking in her new features" garnered some praise, and the synaesthesia of "the sight" of a "memory" causes a pleasurable whiplash in the reader,
THE FINAL WINNER OF 10am WAS:
Team Alex
[UNTITLED]
It was a virtuous time
in the mundane area.
The futile woman lays
like a toothpick in an olive
at the botom of dysentary.
Reincarnate and Scientology.
Harsh hammer embalming.
We should expedite the nail.
That was harsh
when you stuck the toothpick in his eye.
He felt like picking it out with the hammer.
**here, the judges felt there was just no ignoring the surrealistic associative leap bridged by the "toothpick" images. The toothpick is a "futile woman" who, eventually, reappears "stuck in his eye." There is no trifling with that!
This one was a closer, but decisive, vote.
Team Rick
[UNTITLED]
The constricted guillotine had the man staggering.
Pearly gates were fulfilling while he was laughing
because of the drinking.
The woman is no longer ugly,
drinking in her new features,
trying to find out what to do about her diabetic situation.
I put the carcasses of the dead on my tebuchet and
fling them at pro-life activists.
They got cocky and exploded a pidgeon
to start talking to them
about been ugly
drooling over the sight
of my memory of Canton.
** note: a "trebuchet" is sort of like a catapault. While the striking imagery of "drinking in her new features" garnered some praise, and the synaesthesia of "the sight" of a "memory" causes a pleasurable whiplash in the reader,
THE FINAL WINNER OF 10am WAS:
Team Alex
[UNTITLED]
It was a virtuous time
in the mundane area.
The futile woman lays
like a toothpick in an olive
at the botom of dysentary.
Reincarnate and Scientology.
Harsh hammer embalming.
We should expedite the nail.
That was harsh
when you stuck the toothpick in his eye.
He felt like picking it out with the hammer.
**here, the judges felt there was just no ignoring the surrealistic associative leap bridged by the "toothpick" images. The toothpick is a "futile woman" who, eventually, reappears "stuck in his eye." There is no trifling with that!
posted by ProfStrong at
10:27 AM
4 Comments:
That's such a rip-off, hurling bodies with a trebuchet and exploding pigeons should be material that leads to instant victory!
By
BROKEN CAPS LOCK, at 8:03 PM
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Trever, you crack me up!
By
Bridget Whalen-Nevin, at 5:09 AM
There is a conspiracy against Alex's team but I'm not gonna mention any names (giggle)
GOT YA :)
By
Chuck, at 7:17 PM
I guess Mel Gibson said it best when he said "SEE THE PASSION OR ILL CUT YOUR HEART OUT WITH MY BRAVEHEART SWORD"
By
Canton's Lone Beatnik, at 10:31 PM
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