Shuushin25 Nov 2003
Forgive me if I appear to in anyway malign the long, proud history - dating back to 9:22AM, May 22, 2001, of these fantasmical, comical cartoon scripts. This, kind sir, was not my intention.
When faced with such a conglomeration of compacted text - intelligent and coherent though it may be, my eyes begin to glaze over with the dust of struggling comprehension and I feel my eyes tilting backward into my head such that they threaten to fall into my lungs, one per each. I seek the relative comfort of shorter sentences; fewer words, and cadence that is provided by poetryâs light verse in order to calm my simplistic and smoooth brain.
I wish sometimes that in addition to "sonnet", "lyric", "sestina", etc. - we might also have "prose" - so that I may be spared the verbal onslaught that such a[n] glorious festival such as is displayed above and therefore avoid the discomfort afforded to my fragile constitution.