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I wiped my *** on Shakespeare once: in the absence of guidance or conscience or prudence bereft of any toilet paper the solution appliance which at the time felt like brilliance was the re-acquaintance of Hamlet. In that transient experience the resemblance of ignorance and the reverence of indifference ignoring the previous deviance was replaced with a new found sense of future toiletry diligence.
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Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 9:18 AM UTC
I Wiped My *** on Shakespeare Once
Silence. Solvent. Substituted; subsidised then marginalised instituted and muted. And, often persecuted. Rationanalised by abstraction: every minuscule interaction dissected. All that is left is convoluted, misconstrued and rejected. The lucid bewildered. The disillusioned bejeweled: rooted in their state of mind. Effortlessly self-proclaiming restraining and refraining purging the imagination: the waning of maligned mankind. And all of his illuminated limitations.
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Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 10:38 PM UTC
Illumination
Risa's eyes looked out from almond shells glinting in the morning sun concealing a golden buttercup glow wrapped round the ragged peaks of the Himalaya's like an immaculate dust cover embroidered with a million clean cut diamonds revealing the majesty of light pinwheeling over broken shadows and shattered solitary star-bursts peeling round mighty boulders flung by giants breathing new life into ancient stones sealing prophecies of dancing immortal angels stealing the remnants of passing moonlight as the coming day reaches out and cradles the last vestige of piercing cold night. This was the daily healing the warmth upon her young face the smile appearing that would melt the ice itself the young girl from Darjeeling embraced with gifts of seeing her nubile and youthful grace belies the hardship and the routine of carrying spice to the market she was not yet even thirteen the Lapis gem of her mothers eye the little queen of all she surveys sashays down the cobbled street way nestled in the lap of the gods and the praise of summer days.
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Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 8:53 AM UTC
The Girl From Darjeeling
Practicality is the reality of ignominious totality the devices of all sizes and the grammatical mentality of systematic duality. Punctuation is the ********** the *********** of every generation the permutation and saturation of wordsmith temptation for re-calibration the aberration and consternation that leads to misinformation and condemnation and annihilation of the constellation colloquial conversation the abomination of language urbanization the fermentation and ionization of linguistic complications the desolation of commas and semi-colons the affirmation of their vs they're the augmentation of amalgamation is just the lyrical ************ of a hooded basketball top nation the culmination of devastation the gestation and interpolation that leads to appreciation isolation and justification acceleration the modification and assimilation of poorly-worded implementation and the contamination of myriad exploration alienation in illumination punctuation is the salvation of documentation against the tides of violation and the extermination of regurgitation the classification of discrimination and last but not least the liberation of misrepresentation.
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Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 10:49 AM UTC
Linguistic Augmentation