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I saw a turkey circling, high above Manhattan his bronze and copper feathers ripped in the sun, and it looked like it was having an awful lot of fun. He looked proud, in those clouds—majestic and delicious, I could picture him sprawled out, on our Thanksgiving dishes. Then I thought, chastisingly, “Wow, in a way, that’s kind of vicious.” I opened the glass doors—we were sitting on the sky-high terrace. I thought I’d better check—so I wouldn’t later be embarrassed. I called Karen (Lisa’s Mom), “You already got a turkey to prepare us?” She was hand making apple and cherry pies, lining crust in the pans “You bet!” She called, “One's dressed-up—and a honey-baked ham!”   Closing the door, I yelled, through cupped hands, “Fly on Turkey—DO NOT LAND!” . . Songs for this: It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year - Shrift remix by Andy Williams and Shrift One Day More by Les Misérables Original London Cast Ensemble . I made this year's Christmas playlist! https://daweb.us/xmas/Christmas_34.mp3
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Nov 25, 2024
Nov 25, 2024 at 5:23 PM UTC
a circling turkey
Son of Ham, slave of slaves, reigned. Humiliated, but unrepentant, defiant, and unfearing, They asked for one of theirs to be king. Saul, anointed and prophesied, crowned king. David, feigned madness, fought for the Philistines.
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Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 6:24 AM UTC
Son of Ham
On my school laptop certain things are censored some make sense, like **** sites, cursing, and violence. but some don't, like words such as self harm, depression, suicide why is it censored, this addiction, this disease, this ending. should it be hidden? should it be kept inside? should i stop talking? should i stop writing? or should it be considered a cry for help when i type the words s-e-l-f h-a-r-m, d-e-p-r-e-s-s-i-o-n, s-u-i-c-i-d-e
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Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 12:06 PM UTC
censored
To compensate for (A -Z) ineradicable alphanumeric character flaws (i.e. mutations of body or mind,) and avoid amass sing wracking up vexatiously undesirable threatening class action lawsuit against Matthew Scott Harris, which preliminary measure taken to avoid disembarrass sing said individual as a majorly flawed individual literal shortcomings of body, mind and spirit, the metier of writing doth encompass a creative realm to trump geomorphology, sans groundmass at the unsolicited expense (mine alter ego i.e. worst critic) will gleefully find, and expose grammatical, misspelling, spelling, et cetera errors to harass glommed together with isinglass hop, skip and jumping to appear as a ******* whereat no respect able collegiate lass would give a fig about me, one totally tubular royal morass, which expert anthropologists stumped asper nonclass if eye able **** sapiens mutant ninja turtle case in point being his wanting in height not e'en pass sing the six foot mark plus mental illness perhaps traceable to besotted cognitive damage inherited predecessors quaffing an overdose of quass made obvious peering at resulting Ct scan results viewed via microscopic spyglass revealing abnormal amygdala automatically designating his aptitude underclass among average human with mettlesome Zeusian brass.
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Jul 7, 2018
Jul 7, 2018 at 11:42 PM UTC
Lurching Toward Grammatical Perfectionism
Jeg tager det stille og roligt denne gang, jeg forventer intet af fremtiden, men jeg forventer troskab og ærlighed, hvis jeg skal blive i det. Jeg vil være der for ham og støtte ham, men jeg vil hverken kontrollere ham eller bestemme over ham, jeg vil stole på ham og lade ham nyde sit liv med sine venner og veninder, men jeg forventer han kun vil have min kærlighed og det er nok for ham. Jeg kan virkelig godt lide ham, jeg er stolt af ham og elsker hans personlighed, han er helt sig selv og han er ikke bange for hvad andre tænker. Jeg elsker når han kysser mig når vi vågner, nusser mig og putter sig helt op ad mig, hele natten, ligemeget hvor varmt det er, er han altid helt tæt på mig hele natten. Han er fantastisk og han fandt mig og omvendt i en svær tid, men den tid har ændret mig både fysisk og psykisk. Jeg elsker mit nye jeg og det er sikkert også derfor det her er rigtigt denne gang, fordi jeg endelig har fundet mig selv og jeg elsker mig selv
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Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 4:53 AM UTC
Daydreaming 4#
Yea of course writing ideas unstoppably burst asunder at the most inconvenient opportunities such as driving Miss Daisy, taking a shower, or using the bathroom. Accursed ambition becoming a prolific scrivener (case in point Stephen King) Woolworth ridding, oddly lumbering lackadaisically shoehorning out this being from a self made gully. The jury yet to decree if attempting to extricate muss elf from tangled web of decades old setbacks via literary output successful. Every morning, noon and night, this chap blunders, flounder, (like a phish out of water), yet plod his shipshape reclusive quiet-natured person along the boulevard of broken dreams. Oft times, huff hind aye muss elf entering The Dead Zone (bordering a Pet Sematary). Earlier, a previous saunter found me surmounting The Green Mile. Attendant in regard to these Bag Of Bones, and Desperation to acquire telephone contact with Cell phone quickens pace despite Insomnia. No matter unexpected Sleeping Beauties warrant kisses, my determination, motivation, and slight trepidation occasionally breeds (The Dark Half), doomsday facet heftily jackknifing lust. Occasionally, a feeble goading simply under minds any corporeal aim to restore endeavor to experience Joyland. IT (creative juices within spur meeting Rose Red and her restorative powers. Onward atheistic soldier goes this chap. No matter tipping point (vis a vis hungry fatigued body clamors for Needful Things. Revival (for food and sleep) frequently appears grim. Downcast state of body, mind and spirit reinforced by mirage. The Dark Tower looms ahead! Adjacent to ominous evil looking structure silhouette casted of a Black House. The initial ambition to ward off abysmal results summon forth creative literary juices. Simultaneously a migraine headache pounding pitted LIX. They hammer horrifically, ferociously, and diabolically. Shades of shad rock Under The Dome. Ma noggin aches like The Tommyknockers! Every attempt to locate a royal crowning coeval counterpart jinxed with laborious ill luck. Hell in a hand basket plight usually generates nostalgia for destiny to Carrie be back to Ole Virginny. Sage advice from Christine, Delores Claiborne, or The Colorado Kid, yours truly blithely heeded. As a result (The Outsider within this paperback writer wannabe) sports defeat written all over face. Concomitant figurative futility gussies and kickstarts leaving invisible pockmarks. Ordinary Dreamcatcher fate invariably finds aptly named Writer Errs Block. Need to back track arises (figuratively) along vista. The roads have no name. They command stubborn respect. Near impossible mission manifested to transcend mental hindrance. This more difficult than playing Gerald's Game. Hence sigh embrace The Shining opportunity to avoid Misery. Doctor Sleep would undoubtedly encourage braving, challenging self confronting The Eyes Of The Dragon. Such a risky pursuit could force facing pitbull Cujo. No matter gamble foisted prospect fraught frightfully being burned at the stake by a Firestarter. Voluntary action brings small hairs to tingle. Hunchback, sans severely curved spine straightens. This (The Stand) ding pose offered supreme vision as promised by The Talisman. Tidbits by me alias Mr. Mercedes reddit carefully Just in case The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon chanced to stumble upon this redoubt versus her hours spent staring at a blinking cursor. Metaphorical po' wet ick feet took me where they would.
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Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 5:20 PM UTC
My Muck Cob Brie - cheesy poem
Yea of course writing ideas unstoppably burst asunder at the most inconvenient opportunities such as driving Miss Daisy, taking a shower, or using the bathroom. Accursed ambition becoming a prolific scrivener (case in point Stephen King) Woolworth ridding, oddly lumbering lackadaisically shoehorning out this being from a self made gully. The jury yet to decree if attempting to extricate muss elf from tangled web of decades old setbacks via literary output successful. Every morning, noon and night, this chap blunders, flounder, (like a phish out of water), yet plod his shipshape reclusive quiet-natured person along the boulevard of broken dreams. Oft times, huff hind aye muss elf entering The Dead Zone (bordering a Pet Sematary). Earlier, a previous saunter found me surmounting The Green Mile. Attendant in regard to these Bag Of Bones, and Desperation to acquire telephone contact with Cell phone quickens pace despite Insomnia. No matter unexpected Sleeping Beauties warrant kisses, my determination, motivation, and slight trepidation occasionally breeds (The Dark Half), doomsday facet heftily jackknifing lust. Occasionally, a feeble goading simply under minds any corporeal aim to restore endeavor to experience Joyland. IT (creative juices within spur meeting Rose Red and her restorative powers. Onward atheistic soldier goes this chap. No matter tipping point (vis a vis hungry fatigued body clamors for Needful Things. Revival (for food and sleep) frequently appears grim. Downcast state of body, mind and spirit reinforced by mirage. The Dark Tower looms ahead! Adjacent to ominous evil looking structure silhouette casted of a Black House. The initial ambition to ward off abysmal results summon forth creative literary juices. Simultaneously a migraine headache pounding pitted LIX. They hammer horrifically, ferociously, and diabolically. Shades of shad rock Under The Dome. Ma noggin aches like The Tommyknockers! Every attempt to locate a royal crowning coeval counterpart jinxed with laborious ill luck. Hell in a hand basket plight usually generates nostalgia for destiny to Carrie be back to Ole Virginny. Sage advice from Christine, Delores Claiborne, or The Colorado Kid, yours truly blithely heeded. As a result (The Outsider within this paperback writer wannabe) sports defeat written all over face. Concomitant figurative futility gussies and kickstarts leaving invisible pockmarks. Ordinary Dreamcatcher fate invariably finds aptly named Writer Errs Block. Need to back track arises (figuratively) along vista. The roads have no name. They command stubborn respect. Near impossible mission manifested to transcend mental hindrance. This more difficult than playing Gerald's Game. Hence sigh embrace The Shining opportunity to avoid Misery. Doctor Sleep would undoubtedly encourage braving, challenging self confronting The Eyes Of The Dragon. Such a risky pursuit could force facing pitbull Cujo. No matter gamble foisted prospect fraught frightfully being burned at the stake by a Firestarter. Voluntary action brings small hairs to tingle. Hunchback, sans severely curved spine straightens. This (The Stand) ding pose offered supreme vision as promised by The Talisman. Tidbits by me alias Mr. Mercedes reddit carefully Just in case The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon chanced to stumble upon this redoubt versus her hours spent staring at a blinking cursor. Metaphorical po' wet ick feet took me where they would.
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rest of title...Parkland, Fla.,February 14, 2018 One more senseless mass homicide twas the sole arbitrary aim as a former student nonchalantly sauntered empty hallways seconds preceding blame brazenly intent to maximize total killed matter of factly telling police (his incomprehensible) (ill) logic he did explain when cornered, he willingly, unflinchingly, reticently admitted guilt Nikolas Cruz rocketed to instantaneous infamous fame pulling a fire alarm ("FAKE") emergency, then going leisurely ambling along his killing spree total of seventeen slain (comprising 3 faculty and 14 students) mercilessly gunned down as if they were wild game when handcuffed, an innocuous 19 year old did readily admit emptying one firearm after another at a fairly rapid clip then at some predestined or spurious moment didst dip and dive out amidst the chaotic madding crowd before reality flopped then did flip as lower teeth he nervously bit upper lip made feeble getaway at a nearby eatery casually flirted with cashier and made no move to flit upon his seizure as cornered prey subsequently large tract massively cordoned off strong arm of the law slightly halting in speech detailed his gambit deliberately staking a stance to maximize hit and once again afflicted parents lit up with rancor and rage pit toughly battling sorrow which will not quit til death doth bring peaceful rest sans, those grieving family visit.
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Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 7:18 PM UTC
Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School...
A sea of buttery happiness Is home to the roundest of islets Side by side they wallow. Quite naturally, the islands, Are covered in ham. Ham? Ham! And lazily perched On the hams highest point Sits an avian sphere Perfectly poached. Straining against its White little straight jacket. Pop.
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Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 10:29 AM UTC
Eggs Benedict
Mind the sprouts Pass on the egg That's mayonaise See, I'm fat Don't want that For you Beef and pork Friends cow and pig My dividends: Lunchtime. Dinnertime. To feed Order the billy club Then masticate Avoid the tuna fish Avoid the weight
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May 13, 2017
May 13, 2017 at 11:03 PM UTC
Closing Chapters: "Play Pool"
you were once a pig a living, breathing, organism but now all you are is a ham a single slice of processed deli meat on your own, not nearly enough to ever be satisfied
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Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 6:52 PM UTC
a ham
'I'm going to run away Miss - I'm taking a t-shirt and a pound of ham with me,' he wanted his dad, how very sad - that little boy was barely a lad, treated bad. My dad said that I shouldn't show anyone my private parts, only my sister saw me, she said: 'What's that?' I said: 'It's my willy,' 'It's got a hat on and looks so silly.' 'Where's daddy gone?' 'He's in heaven Billy,' 'Do they have a pub there?' 'No, only holy water,' 'Where do babies come from? Does the stork bring them, is that why they have a big beak?' 'He hit me in the 'smalls' Miss, and that boy who smells said that he wants to give me a kiss.
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Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 4:41 PM UTC
THINGS CHILDREN SAY
*I woke up with I miss you so much It brighten me up in an instant*
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Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 7:03 AM UTC
3hours 15mins after
*** frygter så meget at miste (ham) at *** helt glemmer at nyde mens *** har (ham)
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Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 6:24 PM UTC
*** #2