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I thought a thought

But the thought I thought wasn't the thought I thought I thought

If the thought I thought I thought had been the thought I thought,

I wouldn't have thought so much.

 

(In other words: Hello, my name is Dalli and I'm just here to write overly-confusing and complex stories and maybe get to know people on this site a bit... But that requires being social so we'll see how that part goes.)

Hi. Welcome. Please take your shoes off before stepping in. 

Louis Vuitton dress shoes are acceptable; all other shoes are unacceptable within this area.

But now the question arises:

 

To where do I leave my non-Vuitton shoes?

Duh. Outside. 

Non-Vuitton shoes? Throw them into the street or on power lines or whatever - no one visits the outernet anyways.

Carnivorous Capy's welcoming webs daintily drag you in. 

I sometimes think I think I think... I think...

Eh.  Whatever.  Anyways, welcome!  Feel free to join in on the forums at anytime, and we are glad to have you aboard.

Ah, amazing alliteration! Always an affable action.

Such a sight, Sentinel sweet, so that such a sufferable servant such as I see such sensible smithing of suitable linguistics. Surely, someone superior sees a challenge so sorrowful and has set their sights on smiting the standings in this competition of words.

 

To meet a merry man and make malleable meanings into magnificent (never with mal meaning) merry sport (more or less my words make haste from mouths of many more poets), well met, mister penguin...

 

(And yet I've appeared to lost all track of what I'm saying and am simply trying to create alliterations.)

(Ah well, what's a witty writer to do with dull time devoid of distraction?)

 

This word competititon's crappy, a careless corroboration consisting of constant contending clauses. I merely made a major move on the monopoly you managed to make.

Ah, poorly placid Penguin, perhaps you perceived my perseverance in intellect and thus thought the trial through thrashing fire to found fearsome fights, yet it is neither needless nuisance nor needing explanation that I am bested by your bountiful bloom of blossoming vocabulary. Thus I recede and retract my retched retribution. Nay, I say, let us peace with what we won't will and stand straight with sight stretching so far, past sun setting sleepily over sullen hills. Thus I propose peace and amity among alliterations and alliterators. Let our words weep in woe for who has won when winning is but unnecessary and unequal. Unification! I preach, I preach to illuminate the illiterate, not as competitors but competent collaborators.

 

So, Sentinel, such sour strife serves to end on your side as well, surely?

I... I can't even...

Fuck! I feel for flappy, witnessing him whacked. Poor Penguin. 

Clever call, mysterious malkalack, might the very sentence you say set the stage for your own alliterations?

 

Pity is a party for which I take part in, but what pity can a peasant provide to my passive penguin, I ponder?

 

 

Superior spelling, dauntless Dalliance. I commend your correctness, in saying my sobriquet. 

My, Malkalack, your magnificant mailing of witty wordplay is wonderfully winsome. Please, dear, do dub me Dalli, Dalliance doth be drearily dull.

Alliteration aggravates me, inciting my ire. Dear Dalli, do I dare dabble any further? 

Fie, fie, fiendish foe, for foundering frightful fire for that found and thus fought for. If ire ignites in ill, such sworn soothing shall heed its hereby way, hence, my Malkalack, make merry and be done with dear Dalli's dancing tongue. Dabble not, dread dreary days not. What love linger longer lean layaways when life lives in loss of merriment? Mirth, mirth, say I, make merry mirth and jovial jousting with the cusp of your conscience carry no gain. Again, alliterators have drawn dull swords to dabble in the art announcing alliterations all mighty. The curtains come undone, unraveled seams separate slowly upon unseemly staged swordplay. So, say I, let us leave loathsome epic and engross ecstatic emotions in the elegy of the third triology closed. Like clockwork we'll strike the stage with fearsome fire for peace and placid prosperity. Thus I say, speak, Malkalack, shake my hand and speak of null but peace.

*reads first sentence* fuck

I broke my own brain too, don't worry.

 

Thus the trilogy of trials through alliteration throws the curtains closed, confound the conversation connecting combatants... Yet it is conceived to draw its doors open to doomsday again.

Fear not, fellow foe, for I have been forsaken unto following ferocious patterns, paving my pathway down past peaceful pastures and portly sail... Alas all is not alright, not well as ends well, for there is never means to an end, in this wordy world we weep in.

 

Perhaps again, chatty challenger, perhaps again.

I look forward to your stories - welcome, enjoy your stay :)

Welcome wonderful wondering soul.

Thinking such a thought as that must send you into a tizzy, it surely makes me dizzy.

Alliteration is all just fine, but rhyming is just so divine. 

Be warned, do not tie your tongue to talk in alliteration, or else you may talk it into obliteration.

Well, welcome wonderful wondering soul, and make here, a home.

Welcome to the site, enjoy your stay!

Hi.

Not really alliteration, but welcome to the site regardless. :)

True, I really just couldn't come up with a title besides the normal 'Hi I'm New' since that seemed a bit cliché... And I like the poem so I figured 'meh, why not?'

(How most of my ideas come about.)

Haha, I like it. It's good to be original amongst all the threads that look the same.

Awesome announcement! Alliteration aficionados are always admirable, as alliteration authoring appears arduous and agonizing above all.

Amen.

 

(Trying tedious tasks of trumping tremulous triads of tiring tenses has tired me totally.)

Hi! That's confusing.

The title of this thread is actually an example of assonance, not alliteration.

James just jump Janes jolly jutting jumping jeans. 

Nmelssx needs to know to never knock on narwhals.

James joins Jibble in joking about Jesters. 

Jihelu jousted juveniles with his joystick, so JJJ drop kicked his giblets.

JJJJJ soft-G J J J    J ALITERATION.

I meant it like "Jay Jay Jay", not "triple J".

Funny how one sesh kills your talent for 9 days and counting while it may be hard to continue your skill in the usage of a repetitive tool is far beyond me thought in it I see your ability to diversify your words to avoid sounding like so.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RvLmcRZte78