[js1138]

Oh freddled gruntbuggley, thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits on a lurgid bee
Groop I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes
And hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles, or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon, see if I don't!

Criticism:
In the first line, we start out as a quasi-Wordsworthian ode a la Grunthos the Flatulent's "Ode to a Lump of Green Putty I Found Under My Armpit One Midsummer Morning." Although micturation might be found in a dictionary, it is redeemed by being a little-known sysnonym of urination. That gruntbuggley is not or should not be alive produces a bleak modernistic image, or something.
The second line contains an interesting parallel. Although this was written in blank verse(I think! One atrociously metered rhyme out of four ain't even a quorum) "plurdled" and "freddled" work very well together. Note comparing the inanimate gruntbuggley with a bee(let's assume it's stinging things) and implying that gabbleblotchits are rather freddled. My inclination is to believe that gabbleblotchits would be mouth-shaped spots too big to be freddled(stained with dots, rusty freckles for machines? Or are the gabbleblotchits what the machine has left?) so perhaps there is a machine that is coughing out liquid that is slowly swelling and taking over or ruining the world. Note how Jeltz feels at home as the world is being destroyed.

[Luke Skyfreeper]

Hey, if you didn't understand what I said, then I wasn't talking to you.

There are definitely people out there who understand perfectly what I was talking about, and others who can easily figure it out with a little research.

But granted, I was starting a little bit ahead of "the average bear."

[Luke Skyfreeper]

(This was, after all, a thread about the metaphysics and philosophy behind "The Matrix.")

[demosthenes the elder]

I have seen this before.
where is it from?
(should I have merely said "whoa... deja vu."?)

[jocon307]

This is TOO GOOD, and I have NO CLUE what you said.