Blogilympics Part 2

Welcome to the Agglomeration

The readers have spoken. I emerged victorious from the first round of the Blogilympics winning 6-2 over my opponent Ngiammy. I'm happy about this for 3 reasons:

1. I get a point. Don't we all just love arbitrary numerical progress-monitoring systems?
2. I have one more point than Ngiammy. Don't we all just love arbitrary numerical comparative systems?
3. It is the only point I'll ever get in this competition. Don't we all just love arbitrary numerical progress-monitoring, comparative systems that completely obliterate an individual's self esteem?

The correct answer to the 3 above questions are:

Green, Traffic Lights and Sex (See what I did there?)

Subliminal messaging aside, the topics for Round 2 have been released, and I must say how appalled I am at the quality of the topic that Ngiammy gave me, but I am impressed with my ability to come up with an equally fantastic topic for him to blog about.

The topics for this round are as follows:

Agglomeration: 'I first topic you last time so you topic me this time'
Lonely Boy: 'When me look in cabinet, me see I in glass'

How will we approach our topics? Will we approach our topics at all? Do I know a cat-hoarding, wake-boarding, lion-roaring, eagle-soaring, boar-boaring, onomatopoeia pouring psychopath named Bill?

For no answers to the above questions and more, read on.

Round 2 - I first topic you last time so you topic me this time

My entry for this competition is a demonstration of literary and poetic creativity, lack of grammar or punctuation cultural and italicised references, and a hint of neurotic genius psychosis. This is my grammarless and punctuationless poem.

Cranial Echoes

I book computering read senile fools for what better of word could not possibly eat Dutch kangaroos while I got the firing when not trying out dictionary pirouetted what?

First may I not exaggeration the complexityness of not edifying said hematites and becausal has not real benefits for compensatory bouts of Godwin'sed Lawing and Can I playing with madness?

Topic are hard thinking about but do think not I am craziness while Be quick or be dead be good bee.

You be child of moon but yet here are you and where but whom can buy the prophecy of propheted and propheting?

Last Numbering of the Beasts can be deadening and deaf as to why is that well we can never knowing.

Time flies arrow like but fruit flies banana like in holy smoking.

So what if eternal wasting years are never to be but if we think then sured we must am?

You are two minutes middle of night from, what shalt you do-eth when the wherewolf might lair its fangs and claw death into you?

Topic and war of conflicting battling field of Paschendale here we're standed in the midst of such pain and suffering but why death do you not sweep upon us?

Me gambler now and maybe I shalt lose but maybe the angel will rescuing me from myself, free me from love, and restore the identity of whom that I shall and will be.

This phantom of operatic nature and existence comes with scythe in hand and dark soles on footing and swift and fasterer can it slay than that three heads being might.

Time this you think may I have too far gone but this competition for I do not care which is of importance lesser than my integrity and courage, and why shalt I not fly where eagles dare?

Now you may think that this is a load of utter, non-sensical rubbish, and you probably know that I don't deserve to win this round. Frankly, as I stated in the last part of my poem, I couldn't care less if the prize was to be the most valuable thing of all. Having being literally inspired by many of the authors and poets from the Literature Festival, I decided to experiment with words, ideas and most importantly, as shown in my given topic from Ngiammy, syntax as well as inappropriate grammar and punctuation usage. The most important elements of my poem are:

1. Syntax - Lots of reversal and switched around word order
2. Grammar Confusion - A lot of nouns are used as verbs, adjectives as nouns, verbs as everything else.
3. Some parts of the acrostic poem are just light-hearted jovial quips, while a few of these lines offer a deep gateway into my very soul.

Writing about what you truly believe was something I learnt from the Festival, and I think that the strength of these messages and ideas which I strongly advocate can be augmented when interlaced with meaningless and very shallow jests.

I don't expect anyone to like this. I don't expect anyone to vote for me. I don't expect anyone to care. But I do expect you to respect this decision of mine.

Also, the first person to post in the comments section the common reference I made in all my stanzas will win a prize. The answer to the puzzle posed in the last post was simply that the numbers referred to bearings (it was in the hint I gave you).

That's all from me for this round. Now hurry up and vote for Ngiammy.

Till next time, may you agglomerate all your unpremeditated contemplations