
hello, i'm satan, and i'd like to talk to you about prose.
the fortress unvanquishable, save for sacnoth
possibly the best title evarz. also, i'm fairly certain that it contains the best line in the history of recorded word.
Now in the time I tell of, there was trouble in Allathurion, for of an evening fell dreams were wont to come slipping through the tree trunks and into the peaceful village; and they assumed dominon of men's minds and led them in watches of the night through the cindery plains of hell
for of an evening? fell dreams? wont?
the cindery plains of hell.
little bits of me? have died. plus, this dude knows how to name things. allathurion? sacnoth? the author's name is Lord Dunsany. so i'm assuming he has some history w/ cool names. the thing is? it goes on.
Then the magician of that village made spells against those fell dreams; yet still the dreams came flitting through the trees as soon as the dark had fallen, and led men's minds by night into terrible places and caused them to praise Satan openly with their lips.
then in the next paragraph, he uses that cindery plains of hell phrase again.
this is exactly why i love prose. you can use your poetic metering, you can get iambic if you want, but you don't have to be all circumspect and obtuse about it. you can say what you mean, just how you mean it. i mean, i suppose poets say what they mean, and how they mean it, too, but i can never fit my brain around the poetic constraints.
also, i'd like to talk to you today about ichigo soda. ramune is possibly japan's greatest gift to mankind. electronics? nice. sushi? well, good, but... ramune? finely distilled sugar in a cool fish-like bottle = goodness. it turns out to be especially good with popcorn. any sort of salty food really. what i need to do is make some sushi, pop some anime in the dvd player, and have a big ol' Nihon Night. ... nihon night ... i like that! so clever!
the cindery plains of hell.
[LONG LIVE PROSE!!!]









the pope. versus satan?
there is no way that is not hot.