spooky-doopy - Hello Poetry

The Mother in space demands that we all learn to read Hegel in the original German. She pours me a glass of lemon grape koolaid and rubs my eyes out of my head but the sugar in the juice is so thick in my body and veins that they clump and scratch my capillaries. I feel the pressure in my fingertips and the inside of my nose, the part I push on to relieve stress. A lonely doe in small grass, perched roughly near the space commander, is proximal approximately wrapped in gauze from bone to toe in shawls of dead wasps, strips in equal length running up deer thighs. Proximal to my soul, my essentiality. This is a technique called “Relocating The Issue”

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Jun 30, 2015

Jun 30, 2015 at 11:20 AM UTC

im going to the zoo at ten-thirty

The Mother in space demands that we all learn to read Hegel in the original German. She pours me a glass of lemon grape koolaid and rubs my eyes out of my head but the sugar in the juice is so thick in my body and veins that they clump and scratch my capillaries. I feel the pressure in my fingertips and the inside of my nose, the part I push on to relieve stress. A lonely doe in small grass, perched roughly near the space commander, is proximal approximately wrapped in gauze from bone to toe in shawls of dead wasps, strips in equal length running up deer thighs. Proximal to my soul, my essentiality. This is a technique called “Relocating The Issue”

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He tried not to cry. With his trenching tool, which weighed five pounds, he began digging a hole in the earth. He felt a fool. The intransitive Martha. Over Her letters he'd drool, and over the burning fire he'd place the pea-can. He tried not to cry with his trenching tool. Bible in his knapsack, towards Than Khe the cruel march agonized, where the burning cross would then stand digging a hole in the earth. He felt a fool. He sat at the bottom of his foxhole and rubbed the wool sweater brought by resupply choppers. The other shouted from their holes, "How'd Ted land?" He tried not to cry with his trenching tool. "I swear to God-boom-down. Not a word." The others fueled the rage-rage against the dying of the light. Jim felt bad digging a hole in the earth. He felt a fool.

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Feb 10, 2015

Feb 10, 2015 at 5:35 PM UTC

For Your Grandmama

He tried not to cry. With his trenching tool, which weighed five pounds, he began digging a hole in the earth. He felt a fool. The intransitive Martha. Over Her letters he'd drool, and over the burning fire he'd place the pea-can. He tried not to cry with his trenching tool. Bible in his knapsack, towards Than Khe the cruel march agonized, where the burning cross would then stand digging a hole in the earth. He felt a fool. He sat at the bottom of his foxhole and rubbed the wool sweater brought by resupply choppers. The other shouted from their holes, "How'd Ted land?" He tried not to cry with his trenching tool. "I swear to God-boom-down. Not a word." The others fueled the rage-rage against the dying of the light. Jim felt bad digging a hole in the earth. He felt a fool.

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Anyway, Anaplasmata act aptly and abstractly Backhands ******* balky baklava Caractal chasm chant "Catty cavalry can't" Dactyl dada dawns Djakarta drab Larva ask dab-tap shabby knack lad "Ever elect effete experts elsewhere?" A clad daddy wants a dark jab dart Fleece fleets flee flecked flyspecks Cleft feet eve expels three resew eres Gentle germs gelde grebe's geyser Cede effects leek fell pecks self lyfes Hellbent helmsmen helped hexed herders hence Glen's remelted eggs be Serge-Grey It insistingly implys impish ipsissimis insipidity He held next her belched sender heel Jiggling jibs jinx jimmy's jill jig Its smilingly spiny impish mississippi I-I-I Is It dinty? Kidding kibitz kick killing kings kitsch sigil sign jimmy jib jingling jil Livid linitis limits limbs limp Big **** kid kicks thinking gill's zit kink Midriffs mimics Mis's minimizing mistypings Slim villi distils it, mini blimp nil ninhydrin nihilists nicks nyxis nightly Ms Mmisty's zip disc, if firm, is miming mining ontology on top of oophoron ostomy. Hindi hint silly lynchings. Skinny nix I stir phonology 'pon phytol plywood poops polyglots pompons. Polygon hoof-moon on poor toys toot qophs phony thong ploy loops monolog poppy. Woody plop! Psst! Rooks romp rootstock rods "Posh" - Q Schoolroom scoffs scoop shockproof snort stools Mock stork pro or door toss Thyrotomy 'top torpor tot's torso So-so rooftop honk slots. Morocco sloops off Usufruct tu upchucks Stormy troops root to tot trothy Vulgus vult vults **** such curt cut ups Wrung wctu Vulgus vult vults Xu Wrung WCTU Yummy yurts Xu Zulu zymurgy Yummy! Try us! Lawman scandal any pay at a scab yap tat tartly Zulu zymurgy Almanac-scratch that-clay tract vacancy

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Feb 3, 2015

Feb 3, 2015 at 4:56 PM UTC

efcc g his BS mh pp pm S.S. fvyz L.A.

Anyway, Anaplasmata act aptly and abstractly Backhands ******* balky baklava Caractal chasm chant "Catty cavalry can't" Dactyl dada dawns Djakarta drab Larva ask dab-tap shabby knack lad "Ever elect effete experts elsewhere?" A clad daddy wants a dark jab dart Fleece fleets flee flecked flyspecks Cleft feet eve expels three resew eres Gentle germs gelde grebe's geyser Cede effects leek fell pecks self lyfes Hellbent helmsmen helped hexed herders hence Glen's remelted eggs be Serge-Grey It insistingly implys impish ipsissimis insipidity He held next her belched sender heel Jiggling jibs jinx jimmy's jill jig Its smilingly spiny impish mississippi I-I-I Is It dinty? Kidding kibitz kick killing kings kitsch sigil sign jimmy jib jingling jil Livid linitis limits limbs limp Big **** kid kicks thinking gill's zit kink Midriffs mimics Mis's minimizing mistypings Slim villi distils it, mini blimp nil ninhydrin nihilists nicks nyxis nightly Ms Mmisty's zip disc, if firm, is miming mining ontology on top of oophoron ostomy. Hindi hint silly lynchings. Skinny nix I stir phonology 'pon phytol plywood poops polyglots pompons. Polygon hoof-moon on poor toys toot qophs phony thong ploy loops monolog poppy. Woody plop! Psst! Rooks romp rootstock rods "Posh" - Q Schoolroom scoffs scoop shockproof snort stools Mock stork pro or door toss Thyrotomy 'top torpor tot's torso So-so rooftop honk slots. Morocco sloops off Usufruct tu upchucks Stormy troops root to tot trothy Vulgus vult vults **** such curt cut ups Wrung wctu Vulgus vult vults Xu Wrung WCTU Yummy yurts Xu Zulu zymurgy Yummy! Try us! Lawman scandal any pay at a scab yap tat tartly Zulu zymurgy Almanac-scratch that-clay tract vacancy

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I a oh soo small apocrita trigonalidae attempt poke out an i .

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Jan 28, 2015

Jan 28, 2015 at 10:04 PM UTC

wasp has fun and plays games until he pokes another wasps eye out

I a oh soo small apocrita trigonalidae attempt poke out an i .

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my mom slept in my bed on friday and left her sheets on there and I got bit by a spider. it bit both my elbows. One time she went to circle k for lottery and saw a monk buying lottery and thought it was hilarious. She'd say "He's a monk! why is he buying lottery!" she said he got the power play

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Jan 26, 2015

Jan 26, 2015 at 2:01 AM UTC

I think my mom is a spider queen

my mom slept in my bed on friday and left her sheets on there and I got bit by a spider. it bit both my elbows. One time she went to circle k for lottery and saw a monk buying lottery and thought it was hilarious. She'd say "He's a monk! why is he buying lottery!" she said he got the power play

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Five straight saturday mornings the fishy monks stood on the stile eating salubrious fish. It ruminated health from the rostrum.

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Jan 23, 2015

Jan 23, 2015 at 2:22 PM UTC

f(x)=-x^2+x+3

Five straight saturday mornings the fishy monks stood on the stile eating salubrious fish. It ruminated health from the rostrum.

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My mirrors in my house will show you that even when we stand in my highest atmosphere and neither of us can breathe you can still feel your fingertips. I've got no chance and nothing to say. I just wanna look with you push through my ribcage and touch my wounds and keep it open where it longs to close Its strong solid force transcends health, It emits stillness slowly and incessantly. From the space between the twist in a Klein bottle and the tips of my knees where all my weight is, I leave, like my hand from the stove.

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Jan 22, 2015

Jan 22, 2015 at 1:45 AM UTC

softer padding in my chairs

My mirrors in my house will show you that even when we stand in my highest atmosphere and neither of us can breathe you can still feel your fingertips. I've got no chance and nothing to say. I just wanna look with you push through my ribcage and touch my wounds and keep it open where it longs to close Its strong solid force transcends health, It emits stillness slowly and incessantly. From the space between the twist in a Klein bottle and the tips of my knees where all my weight is, I leave, like my hand from the stove.

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become cemented in my clementine indents comb thru my spritzer peels and feel my scales cradled back curved with soft hands and knuckles cover me with darker pigments of blue I'll swell under the thick, grow mold in my creases fill in access points so my insides stay ripe

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Jan 22, 2015

Jan 22, 2015 at 1:25 AM UTC

Untitled

become cemented in my clementine indents comb thru my spritzer peels and feel my scales cradled back curved with soft hands and knuckles cover me with darker pigments of blue I'll swell under the thick, grow mold in my creases fill in access points so my insides stay ripe

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Tell effigaic lackadaisical lillies le cafe file a gilt cicada ilk sillies fillie aisles a acidic lick clef feel icicles dial as illicit greek alphalpha

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Jan 20, 2015

Jan 20, 2015 at 8:19 PM UTC

Tell

Tell effigaic lackadaisical lillies le cafe file a gilt cicada ilk sillies fillie aisles a acidic lick clef feel icicles dial as illicit greek alphalpha

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leaning on a rusty figure eight my nails chip away at it head on the tabletop lifting breaths from the center minute single snares snap capturing the space time reddens and swells like a bruise around me sop up my wilted remains from the garden plots polyglots in my sinuses whisper rhymes in sanskrit laughin in rhythm within my toe tappin on icy paths a buncha doughey toesies poking in the carpet

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Jan 14, 2015

Jan 14, 2015 at 12:15 AM UTC

bag of trash on vague anxiety

leaning on a rusty figure eight my nails chip away at it head on the tabletop lifting breaths from the center minute single snares snap capturing the space time reddens and swells like a bruise around me sop up my wilted remains from the garden plots polyglots in my sinuses whisper rhymes in sanskrit laughin in rhythm within my toe tappin on icy paths a buncha doughey toesies poking in the carpet

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