I'm printing them latest stalking on top...here's 'sonnet' number 3.  Oh boy..it's wierd.  Get out your Webster's.

The attainment of meat
and attendant complete
hath torn effete
the leg of you sweet

The gluon of mind
has talking to grind
in singing of bind
my worn unkind

The stalking of you
in flower too true
the gods of a zoo
approving your rue

You must give me a hug
for the grave that I've dug..
 
 

Subject:
        stalker application (sonnet #1 of 23
   From:
        kingcreon
     To:
        blissley

It was Easter Sunday nineteen ninety never-
Or three if you want to be linear.
I didn't know it was a rictus. I didn't know
What a rictus was until the song writer told me.
I hope you understand. This might be a sicker
Place than any we have gone to. Napoleon told me:
Mortality should be large and messy.
The only victory in love is flight.
It is strange about rabbits, baskets,
Love and sugar and
You said to me
The rain knows no wrong rhythm
And I believed you...
I believed you...

Wow!  I don't get it so it must be DEEP!

Oh  King..i'm sure you are lookin for sonnet number 2...but i can't print it.  Try again without those naughty words YOU PIG.

second try:

Our Universal ConJuiceNoose
Over the Forehead Forewarned hath slipp'd
DEEP as its echo, blue-shifted, dipp'd
In the meatus of Thunders Loose
While Shakespeare and his True Pre-puce
Sit chomping on a leg of Moose
     (This is much less than the stalker asked,
      his shadow on you cheese...,
      Until Her stalker is Unmasked,
      standing on his knees...)
The Dorf to Yoda continuum
Between the Sage and Fool
Will ram its lingam in you, um,
Because it would be cool!!!

If any of yall can figure this out...write me.
 
 

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