The player sighed
All these games, all rookies
It was tiresome
Time ’twas, to play the master stroke on the ultimate game
His inspiration was fueled by the insight that,
The culmination to creation was destruction.
He swallowed and rested, satiated
His last words read,
Who did you think you were kidding? I won anyway.
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April 4th, 2007 at 3:21 pm
The culminatino to creation was destruction.
True. It is. I wonder why he had to state that he won though.
April 5th, 2007 at 10:43 am
am always left speechless on this page.
Ahoy Ideasmithy!
April 5th, 2007 at 4:03 pm
Nice phrase ‘culmination to creation was destruction’. But whats the use of such a victory. Necessity is enough for the culmination of a creation.