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tinuviel8994 did just over a year ago, here:
Comment with a poetic yet random observation of the world around you. Surrealism equals yes. Sense equals optional.
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Have at.
tinuviel8994 did just over a year ago, here:Comment with a poetic yet random observation of the world around you. Surrealism equals yes. Sense equals optional.
Depending on factors such as time, feeling-like-it, and inspiration or lack thereof, I'll reply to your comment with a similarly poetic and random observation. Depending on those same factors, you can reply to mine or somebody else's, and the cycle self-perpetuates.
Have at.
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swirls steady,
a still eddy
in the rushing current of time.
I try to paddle my way out of it,
back to the flow,
though I know
it surges onward toward the falls.
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there are three sizes
and three colors
of tedium.
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To ambush that damn beast as he slouches off to Bethlehem.
Does he think all the guards asleap? That all have fallen
Underneath his spell?
The raging of the worst of us is but the cover for rebellion.
Second coming? Perhaps.
But I and those with me shall rather rage against the dying of the light.
Cry Havoc!
The battle is joined!
From Megido to Salsbury Plain the forces of light awaken,
Surprising the cynical, mastering the day.
Then, in the stillnes following the whirlwind, the fire, fury and force,
Whispers again the still small voice for any that woud hear.
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This is a lie.
But if it were not --
how could we tell?
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But inflation's a menace. Fifty cents
Won't go as far as it used to;
What is this, 1954? No.
I save imaginary pennies and dimes anyway.
Once I found a dollar. Frugality, even in meaningless money
Is not to be frowned upon;
What do you have to lose? Nothing.
Must Save Five Hundred Points.
Send For Your Prize Catalog. I wanted the Magic Hovercar
Earning the Envy of All My Friends;
Sea-Monkeys? Fuck it.
It's always been like this.
Prizewinning bottlecaps and mail order dreams. Saving my tokens
Means saving the person I was and my hopes;
What dreams will I purchase? Something profligate.
Hope's inscribed in coded blue. Buy X-ray specs and see it.
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(So sayeth Franklin
$100 saying),
Then caffeine-free Pepsi is proof that chaos is proof that chaos is a reigning force in the universe
(So sayeth me
The can is not redeemable for cash value).
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surely, says one loaf to the next,
this was not where we
were intended to go.
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does not grow
It is as barren as my heart.
Oh, cruel spring in the
desert,
when all around me crouches suburbia.
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shake off the fever dreams and rise
the mud tern calls herself the phoenix once again.
But now, so patient, he is here,
to see you through and bind your wounded heart and eyes
in quiet vigil, burning flame.
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My privy perle withuten spot, clearly identified Eastern territories, ci falt la geste que Turoldus declinet, memento homo quod cinis est, erthe fram erthe is imaked with wo, לַיְּהוּדִים, הָיְתָה אוֹרָה וְשִׂמְחָה, וְשָׂשֹׂן, וִיקָר, þæs ofereode, þisses swa mæg.
Sometimes I worry I will forget which language I speak.
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How far have I been exiled, Zion.
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