"adjunct" poems - Hello Poetry

1392 Hope is a strange invention— A Patent of the Heart— In unremitting action Yet never wearing out— Of this electric Adjunct Not anything is known But its unique momentum Embellish all we own—

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Emily Dickinson

Hope is a strange invention—

1392 Hope is a strange invention— A Patent of the Heart— In unremitting action Yet never wearing out— Of this electric Adjunct Not anything is known But its unique momentum Embellish all we own—

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Extravagantly exorbitant mentality panacea Pretentious eidetic’s ubiquity mnemonics Extraversion embezzlement extortion mens rea Endergonic laconic cacophony phonics Preterite rendition enclitic equilibrist motion Mystic symbiosis dharma spiritual sky Brusque macabre abjections the gist of the potion Straight up forever ontology on high Obdurately abstruse vituperatively vociferous Juxtaposition apparition myriad avarice Orotund sonorous diction obliquitous Multifariously versatile nefarious nemesis Mirador bartizan phantasmagoria aesthetics Guidon gyration excursion integration Sorcerous alchemizing interstitial endemics Chaos charisma objectified tribulation Conjurous apothegms clitoral apomixis Exude emote surrogate extrapolation Astral projection littoral hypotaxis Kinetic supremacy homogeneity gravitation Coercible coalescent cohesion dexterities Adjunct conjunction conjecture acuity Platonic pragmatic prosaic austerities Extemporaneous impromptu innuendo fortuity Propinquity habitation harbinger spectra Perplexing paradox tenacity rostra Intensely cogitational abstract mantra Penumbral exigency , umbrage per contra Theoretical incursion grandiloquent ne plus ultra Exogamy of homoplasy sic itur ad astra Quiescent serendipity surreal anestra

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Jan 22, 2013

Jan 22, 2013 at 6:16 AM UTC

toreinss-pinwinkel-iii

Asylum

Extravagantly exorbitant mentality panacea Pretentious eidetic’s ubiquity mnemonics Extraversion embezzlement extortion mens rea Endergonic laconic cacophony phonics Preterite rendition enclitic equilibrist motion Mystic symbiosis dharma spiritual sky Brusque macabre abjections the gist of the potion Straight up forever ontology on high Obdurately abstruse vituperatively vociferous Juxtaposition apparition myriad avarice Orotund sonorous diction obliquitous Multifariously versatile nefarious nemesis Mirador bartizan phantasmagoria aesthetics Guidon gyration excursion integration Sorcerous alchemizing interstitial endemics Chaos charisma objectified tribulation Conjurous apothegms clitoral apomixis Exude emote surrogate extrapolation Astral projection littoral hypotaxis Kinetic supremacy homogeneity gravitation Coercible coalescent cohesion dexterities Adjunct conjunction conjecture acuity Platonic pragmatic prosaic austerities Extemporaneous impromptu innuendo fortuity Propinquity habitation harbinger spectra Perplexing paradox tenacity rostra Intensely cogitational abstract mantra Penumbral exigency , umbrage per contra Theoretical incursion grandiloquent ne plus ultra Exogamy of homoplasy sic itur ad astra Quiescent serendipity surreal anestra

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treacherously torrid and torrential torrents of totally tangential tumultuous tortuous ; tyrannically torturous adjunct viably salient seethe. procrastinating pandemic plenipotentiary prosthesis ; prosaically pragmatic parenthetical predication predilection premise prognostication panoramic tableau preternatural propensity proclivity prestidigitation gesticulation : gyration guidon ; ghastly gruesome grotesque hideously horrible horrendous heinous grotty gnarly diabolically maniacal dementia brusque macabre abrupt awful amalgamated anathema analysis agnate aggregate aberrance somatalogy virtuoso cognate obduracy worse rudiment ebullience , confluence effluent effusion affluent , prolific profusity opulence , cogent fecund secular secund , recondite redolence abstrusely obstreperous mesomerism resonance resilience protractive perpetude futurity blither blandishing blabber burnishing boresome blahs lithe blithe jabber prattle chatter tithe morose morsel moribundness stolid stoic stalwart bastion bulwark

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Oct 24, 2013

Oct 24, 2013 at 5:45 PM UTC

toreinss-pinwinkel-iii

Intradoes Tine

treacherously torrid and torrential torrents of totally tangential tumultuous tortuous ; tyrannically torturous adjunct viably salient seethe. procrastinating pandemic plenipotentiary prosthesis ; prosaically pragmatic parenthetical predication predilection premise prognostication panoramic tableau preternatural propensity proclivity prestidigitation gesticulation : gyration guidon ; ghastly gruesome grotesque hideously horrible horrendous heinous grotty gnarly diabolically maniacal dementia brusque macabre abrupt awful amalgamated anathema analysis agnate aggregate aberrance somatalogy virtuoso cognate obduracy worse rudiment ebullience , confluence effluent effusion affluent , prolific profusity opulence , cogent fecund secular secund , recondite redolence abstrusely obstreperous mesomerism resonance resilience protractive perpetude futurity blither blandishing blabber burnishing boresome blahs lithe blithe jabber prattle chatter tithe morose morsel moribundness stolid stoic stalwart bastion bulwark

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Treacherously torrid torrential tempestuous The warrior on the mountain confessed to us Sordid sully suborn salacious Only the worst will ever keep pace with us In extremis extremity exigence exodus Is the answer clear to all of us Intuitional intrepid impetus intrigue Spontaneity's tortoise trauma fatigue Heuristic horizon hornswoggle huckster Or just another cauldron muck stir Mystical magical manumission mandate That only the good would ever relate date Fornicating fecund finite's fate I can only hope it will be I rate Tirade treatise's transpicuous treachery Adjunct juxtaposition may get the best of me Estranged ensemble's ethereal expletive Won't be contained, like water in a sieve Wanton wayward warrantee wrangled And all of that surreal newfangled Omnipresent omnificent omniscient omnipotence How I wish I could float its boat sense

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Feb 26, 2013

Feb 26, 2013 at 5:54 AM UTC

toreinss-pinwinkel-iii

Oblique Assault

Treacherously torrid torrential tempestuous The warrior on the mountain confessed to us Sordid sully suborn salacious Only the worst will ever keep pace with us In extremis extremity exigence exodus Is the answer clear to all of us Intuitional intrepid impetus intrigue Spontaneity's tortoise trauma fatigue Heuristic horizon hornswoggle huckster Or just another cauldron muck stir Mystical magical manumission mandate That only the good would ever relate date Fornicating fecund finite's fate I can only hope it will be I rate Tirade treatise's transpicuous treachery Adjunct juxtaposition may get the best of me Estranged ensemble's ethereal expletive Won't be contained, like water in a sieve Wanton wayward warrantee wrangled And all of that surreal newfangled Omnipresent omnificent omniscient omnipotence How I wish I could float its boat sense

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There is, one supposes, a certain nobility In simply carrying on with the whole **** thing, Though that assumes some epiphany, Some clawing toward grace, or at least common decency. He had, in some once upon a time, Cast his lot with a better class of people, so to speak; It had not ended well, though, In line with how such things are resolved, His fall not a spectacular, tempestuous thing, But a gradual, veiled affair, not a fiery spectacle With metaphorical medals cut away, epaulets stripped, But a shaded silence, a shrouded yet palpable shunning. And so he is here, in this fading little city Perched forlornly on the banks of a nondescript little river, Having taken an apartment above a pair of offices (One occupied by a seemingly ancient and disinterested lawyer, The other by an ostensible private investigator) Which is sufficiently large and reasonably warm Come the seemingly perpetual winter. He lives, if not in such a manner As he was once accustomed to, comfortably enough: He has his practice, and an adjunct position At the little cow college down the road in Alfred, And there are the occasional women, Sad divorcees marooned in this hill country, Dewy-eyed undergraduates unable to discern Suit coats that are a bit shabby and somewhat passe (There is a haberdasher in Buffalo whose garments Are in the neighborhood of up-to-snuff, And he could certainly manage a trip Down to New York for better tailoring, Though he would be traveling in places and circles Where he is not remembered fondly.) Stepping outside, he encounter snowflakes, Light and unprepossessing, But he studies the sky anxiously, apprehensively (One learns that he must pay Nature its due fealty in these climes, And give into the primal, the instinctual) For he knows what can transpire When the wind blows off the big lake out west just so, Turning innocuous flurries into a malevolent blankness, Making the landscape inscrutable, alien, utterly terrifying.

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Aug 7, 2018

Aug 7, 2018 at 10:01 AM UTC

wk-kortas

A Certain Doctor Diver, In Private Practice, Hornell, New York

There is, one supposes, a certain nobility In simply carrying on with the whole **** thing, Though that assumes some epiphany, Some clawing toward grace, or at least common decency. He had, in some once upon a time, Cast his lot with a better class of people, so to speak; It had not ended well, though, In line with how such things are resolved, His fall not a spectacular, tempestuous thing, But a gradual, veiled affair, not a fiery spectacle With metaphorical medals cut away, epaulets stripped, But a shaded silence, a shrouded yet palpable shunning. And so he is here, in this fading little city Perched forlornly on the banks of a nondescript little river, Having taken an apartment above a pair of offices (One occupied by a seemingly ancient and disinterested lawyer, The other by an ostensible private investigator) Which is sufficiently large and reasonably warm Come the seemingly perpetual winter. He lives, if not in such a manner As he was once accustomed to, comfortably enough: He has his practice, and an adjunct position At the little cow college down the road in Alfred, And there are the occasional women, Sad divorcees marooned in this hill country, Dewy-eyed undergraduates unable to discern Suit coats that are a bit shabby and somewhat passe (There is a haberdasher in Buffalo whose garments Are in the neighborhood of up-to-snuff, And he could certainly manage a trip Down to New York for better tailoring, Though he would be traveling in places and circles Where he is not remembered fondly.) Stepping outside, he encounter snowflakes, Light and unprepossessing, But he studies the sky anxiously, apprehensively (One learns that he must pay Nature its due fealty in these climes, And give into the primal, the instinctual) For he knows what can transpire When the wind blows off the big lake out west just so, Turning innocuous flurries into a malevolent blankness, Making the landscape inscrutable, alien, utterly terrifying.

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Sometimes they are all Up the Down Staircase: Please use the computer we never gave you Respond to the directive we never sent And send again the grades you sent last month You have thirty students in your night class The adjunct next to you has only six Well, no, you don’t get any more pay than him I mean “than he” We’re miffed that you even asked about that Your roof is leaking only because it’s raining And you’re overdue for your pervert training

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Sep 21, 2018

Sep 21, 2018 at 3:49 PM UTC

lawrence-hall

Dispatches from the Colonial Office

Sometimes they are all Up the Down Staircase: Please use the computer we never gave you Respond to the directive we never sent And send again the grades you sent last month You have thirty students in your night class The adjunct next to you has only six Well, no, you don’t get any more pay than him I mean “than he” We’re miffed that you even asked about that Your roof is leaking only because it’s raining And you’re overdue for your pervert training

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The country just outside the city, a good place for me to hide Swallowing Xanax with 40oz's, swallowing my pride To all those people taking it in stride How bitterly I loathe thee Your adjunct faith sickens me In abject jealousy Truly yours Here I sit crushed like the cans underneath me Smashed like the empty bottles I threw from 10th floor windows If you throw it hard enough you can hear it crash into the river below The sound of settling, sinking cement laden feet Food for fish to grow To be cast over so easily, as these glass encased temporary lies Were it that I was not such a coward All shallow cuts and shallow gestures Washing down empty overdoses in vain vacillating hope For a new death

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Aug 8, 2014

Aug 8, 2014 at 4:28 PM UTC

WhereDoIGoFromHereDorothy

Gabaergic

The country just outside the city, a good place for me to hide Swallowing Xanax with 40oz's, swallowing my pride To all those people taking it in stride How bitterly I loathe thee Your adjunct faith sickens me In abject jealousy Truly yours Here I sit crushed like the cans underneath me Smashed like the empty bottles I threw from 10th floor windows If you throw it hard enough you can hear it crash into the river below The sound of settling, sinking cement laden feet Food for fish to grow To be cast over so easily, as these glass encased temporary lies Were it that I was not such a coward All shallow cuts and shallow gestures Washing down empty overdoses in vain vacillating hope For a new death

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Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain Full charactered with lasting memory, Which shall above that idle rank remain Beyond all date even to eternity— Or at the least, so long as brain and heart Have faculty by nature to subsist; Till each to razed oblivion yield his part Of thee, thy record never can be missed. That poor retention could not so much hold, Nor need I tallies thy dear love to score; Therefore to give them from me was I bold, To trust those tables that receive thee more. To keep an adjunct to remember thee Were to import forgetfulness in me.

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William Shakespeare

Sonnet 122: Thy Gift, Thy Tables, Are Within My Brain

Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain Full charactered with lasting memory, Which shall above that idle rank remain Beyond all date even to eternity— Or at the least, so long as brain and heart Have faculty by nature to subsist; Till each to razed oblivion yield his part Of thee, thy record never can be missed. That poor retention could not so much hold, Nor need I tallies thy dear love to score; Therefore to give them from me was I bold, To trust those tables that receive thee more. To keep an adjunct to remember thee Were to import forgetfulness in me.

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Some glory in their birth, some in their skill, Some in their wealth, some in their body’s force, Some in their garments though new-fangled ill, Some in their hawks and hounds, some in their horse; And every humour hath his adjunct pleasure, Wherein it finds a joy above the rest, But these particulars are not my measure; All these I better in one general best. Thy love is better than high birth to me, Richer than wealth, prouder than garments’ costs, Of more delight than hawks and horses be; And having thee, of all men’s pride I boast— Wretched in this alone, that thou mayst take, All this away and me most wretched make.

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William Shakespeare

Sonnet 091: Some Glory In Their Birth, Some In Their Skill

Some glory in their birth, some in their skill, Some in their wealth, some in their body’s force, Some in their garments though new-fangled ill, Some in their hawks and hounds, some in their horse; And every humour hath his adjunct pleasure, Wherein it finds a joy above the rest, But these particulars are not my measure; All these I better in one general best. Thy love is better than high birth to me, Richer than wealth, prouder than garments’ costs, Of more delight than hawks and horses be; And having thee, of all men’s pride I boast— Wretched in this alone, that thou mayst take, All this away and me most wretched make.

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I heard the neighbor-lady through the wall, she said, "... yes, mhm ... you don't have to ask me questions ...." Getting hot, perspiring from the shirt, I hate the itchiness and lifted up my shirt, There! " ... I have to go ... I'll leave the door unlocked ...." Then heard a shuffle, sheets and door hinges, then maybe her step down the hallway. An unlatched! apartment--I've coveted less-- this and all the pomp, pills, and condoms I've stole, oh I was up already, zipped myself away, making the way between diaries and ***** plates, oh already up opening my door--you guessed? The hallway was empty; I went right and door 54, was it this? I put my weight to it, fogged the eyehole with my breath. Hand to the **** I turned and it opened. Augh! The managers who've stopped me, once I was even tackled by a security guard, was handcuffed, was once called "heartless"-- if only every door opened like this. I was shirtless still, in fact, my hand strayed was raised to my breast and I kneaded the skin and tugged the hair: I entered. It was dark and I feared the honesty of light. I had a step to the next and her kitchen came upon me, I saw the shadows of her home. I wandered further as if walking an antiverse; someone else the same template. I wanted to find where I lived in her home, where I sat and heard her often call, where I imagined she curled phone cords or refused to snore now matter how hard I pressed my ears to the wall. This is it? This is her bedroom, adjunct to mine, a wall to separate-- she sleeps here. I've got breathlessness and my hand is groping. Does she have a closet or dresser? I will see. She calls a boy by name, is he coming? When is he? Can I hide here, see him? oh soon. I'll know too soon, too. I open the door. And she is staring back. Her hand against the wall, the spot, where I rock my body awake from nightmares. To reach through the plaster and steal the socks. It was a, a, a great shame to be so looked upon so, an inanimate gaze like a mirror's that maybe can't see me, dunno. I want to move further, can't. Can't say anything either.

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Mar 1, 2012

Mar 1, 2012 at 10:35 PM UTC

anthony-brautigan

"I'm just next door."

I heard the neighbor-lady through the wall, she said, "... yes, mhm ... you don't have to ask me questions ...." Getting hot, perspiring from the shirt, I hate the itchiness and lifted up my shirt, There! " ... I have to go ... I'll leave the door unlocked ...." Then heard a shuffle, sheets and door hinges, then maybe her step down the hallway. An unlatched! apartment--I've coveted less-- this and all the pomp, pills, and condoms I've stole, oh I was up already, zipped myself away, making the way between diaries and ***** plates, oh already up opening my door--you guessed? The hallway was empty; I went right and door 54, was it this? I put my weight to it, fogged the eyehole with my breath. Hand to the **** I turned and it opened. Augh! The managers who've stopped me, once I was even tackled by a security guard, was handcuffed, was once called "heartless"-- if only every door opened like this. I was shirtless still, in fact, my hand strayed was raised to my breast and I kneaded the skin and tugged the hair: I entered. It was dark and I feared the honesty of light. I had a step to the next and her kitchen came upon me, I saw the shadows of her home. I wandered further as if walking an antiverse; someone else the same template. I wanted to find where I lived in her home, where I sat and heard her often call, where I imagined she curled phone cords or refused to snore now matter how hard I pressed my ears to the wall. This is it? This is her bedroom, adjunct to mine, a wall to separate-- she sleeps here. I've got breathlessness and my hand is groping. Does she have a closet or dresser? I will see. She calls a boy by name, is he coming? When is he? Can I hide here, see him? oh soon. I'll know too soon, too. I open the door. And she is staring back. Her hand against the wall, the spot, where I rock my body awake from nightmares. To reach through the plaster and steal the socks. It was a, a, a great shame to be so looked upon so, an inanimate gaze like a mirror's that maybe can't see me, dunno. I want to move further, can't. Can't say anything either.

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I loved you for a moment, then that moment was gone- where once was life again, now there is none. I should have held on to the flicker of light that briefly flared like winter sun passionate and bright. I should have held onto your hand in case I strayed but I couldn't then understand the price to be paid. I couldn't understand that love is not necessarily scheduled to arrive, not stapled to a plan, that kind of stuff, not an adjunct to being alive. I knew only not to renew, something I casually dispensed with; I know when something is through, when remembered with grief- I said goodbye to what might have been to quiet walks, caresses and days in bed, I said goodbye to a beautiful thing half remembered, once alive, full of wonder, now dead.

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Aug 18, 2018

Aug 18, 2018 at 7:54 PM UTC

stanley-wilkin

GONE

I loved you for a moment, then that moment was gone- where once was life again, now there is none. I should have held on to the flicker of light that briefly flared like winter sun passionate and bright. I should have held onto your hand in case I strayed but I couldn't then understand the price to be paid. I couldn't understand that love is not necessarily scheduled to arrive, not stapled to a plan, that kind of stuff, not an adjunct to being alive. I knew only not to renew, something I casually dispensed with; I know when something is through, when remembered with grief- I said goodbye to what might have been to quiet walks, caresses and days in bed, I said goodbye to a beautiful thing half remembered, once alive, full of wonder, now dead.

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Extravagantly exorbitant mentality panacea Pretentious eidetic’s ubiquity mnemonics Extraversion embezzlement extortion mens rea Endergonic laconic cacophony phonics Preterite rendition enclitic equilibrist motion Mystic symbiosis dharma spiritual sky Brusque macabre abjections the gist of the potion Straight up forever ontology on high Obdurately abstruse vituperatively vociferous Juxtaposition apparition myriad avarice Orotund sonorous diction obliquitous Multifariously versatile nefarious nemesis Mirador bartizan phantasmagoria aesthetics Guidon gyration excursion integration Sorcerous alchemizing interstitial endemics Chaos charisma objectified tribulation Conjurous apothegms clitoral apomixis Exude emote surrogate extrapolation Astral projection littoral hypotaxis Kinetic supremacy homogeneity gravitation Coercible coalescent cohesion dexterities Adjunct conjunction conjecture acuity Platonic pragmatic prosaic austerities Extemporaneous impromptu innuendo fortuity Propinquity habitation harbinger spectra Perplexing paradox tenacity rostra Intensely cogitational abstract mantra Penumbral exigency , umbrage per contra Theoretical incursion grandiloquent ne plus ultra Exogamy of homoplasy sic itur ad astra Quiescent serendipity surreal anestra

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Dec 15, 2016

Dec 15, 2016 at 12:37 PM UTC

toreinss-pinwinkel-iii

Asylum

Extravagantly exorbitant mentality panacea Pretentious eidetic’s ubiquity mnemonics Extraversion embezzlement extortion mens rea Endergonic laconic cacophony phonics Preterite rendition enclitic equilibrist motion Mystic symbiosis dharma spiritual sky Brusque macabre abjections the gist of the potion Straight up forever ontology on high Obdurately abstruse vituperatively vociferous Juxtaposition apparition myriad avarice Orotund sonorous diction obliquitous Multifariously versatile nefarious nemesis Mirador bartizan phantasmagoria aesthetics Guidon gyration excursion integration Sorcerous alchemizing interstitial endemics Chaos charisma objectified tribulation Conjurous apothegms clitoral apomixis Exude emote surrogate extrapolation Astral projection littoral hypotaxis Kinetic supremacy homogeneity gravitation Coercible coalescent cohesion dexterities Adjunct conjunction conjecture acuity Platonic pragmatic prosaic austerities Extemporaneous impromptu innuendo fortuity Propinquity habitation harbinger spectra Perplexing paradox tenacity rostra Intensely cogitational abstract mantra Penumbral exigency , umbrage per contra Theoretical incursion grandiloquent ne plus ultra Exogamy of homoplasy sic itur ad astra Quiescent serendipity surreal anestra

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Paleo-Yuppies at Work and Play Fading slowly from the existential struggle, Waving their MePhones about in protest, They swarm to Starbuck’s for adjective coffees, Uniformed in knee-pants and bulbous sneaks And Chinese soccer tops with little checkmarks, Their graduate degrees at parade rest, And in confusion, suddenly-stalled careers Raging against the thirty-something machine. Not trusting anyone under forty, They rustle their foam cups and resumes’ Instead of suspicious Democrats, And demand promotions and Perrier. They mourn pinstripes and leather briefcases, And the old floppy disc of yesteryear, And fumble their PowerPoint Presentations Tho’ once they illuminated the world With colored markers on glossy whiteboard. They no longer play games on a Commodore Or rock to neo-Carib fusion jazz; Their Rush is Right baseball caps are now filed In trays of antique curiosities Beside the moldering hippie stuff shelved In an adjunct of the Smithsonian Where curricula vitae go to be eaten By a computer virus named Vlad. Now, as the sun sets on Ferris Bueller’s day They count and verify their MeBook friends - They did not change the world, not at all, but The world changed anyway, and without them, And in the end they love neither Jesus Nor The Force; like Eve, they bow to an Apple.

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Feb 11, 2017

Feb 11, 2017 at 3:24 PM UTC

lawrence-hall

Paleo-Yuppies at Work and Play

Paleo-Yuppies at Work and Play Fading slowly from the existential struggle, Waving their MePhones about in protest, They swarm to Starbuck’s for adjective coffees, Uniformed in knee-pants and bulbous sneaks And Chinese soccer tops with little checkmarks, Their graduate degrees at parade rest, And in confusion, suddenly-stalled careers Raging against the thirty-something machine. Not trusting anyone under forty, They rustle their foam cups and resumes’ Instead of suspicious Democrats, And demand promotions and Perrier. They mourn pinstripes and leather briefcases, And the old floppy disc of yesteryear, And fumble their PowerPoint Presentations Tho’ once they illuminated the world With colored markers on glossy whiteboard. They no longer play games on a Commodore Or rock to neo-Carib fusion jazz; Their Rush is Right baseball caps are now filed In trays of antique curiosities Beside the moldering hippie stuff shelved In an adjunct of the Smithsonian Where curricula vitae go to be eaten By a computer virus named Vlad. Now, as the sun sets on Ferris Bueller’s day They count and verify their MeBook friends - They did not change the world, not at all, but The world changed anyway, and without them, And in the end they love neither Jesus Nor The Force; like Eve, they bow to an Apple.

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Treacherously torrid torrential tempestuous The warrior on the mountain confessed to us Sordid sully suborn salacious Only the worst will ever keep pace with us In extremis extremity exigence exodus Is the answer clear to all of us Intuitional intrepid impetus intrigue Spontaneity's tortoise trauma fatigue Heuristic horizon hornswoggle huckster Or just another cauldron muck stir Mystical magical manumission mandate That only the good would ever relate date Fornicating fecund finite's fate I can only hope it will be I rate Tirade treatise's transpicuous treachery Adjunct juxtaposition may get the best of me Estranged ensemble's ethereal expletive Won't be contained, like water in a sieve Wanton wayward warrantee wrangled And all of that surreal newfangled Omnipresent omnificent omniscient omnipotence How I wish I could float its boat sense

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Dec 26, 2015

Dec 26, 2015 at 2:13 AM UTC

toreinss-pinwinkel-iii

Oblique Assault (re-post)

Treacherously torrid torrential tempestuous The warrior on the mountain confessed to us Sordid sully suborn salacious Only the worst will ever keep pace with us In extremis extremity exigence exodus Is the answer clear to all of us Intuitional intrepid impetus intrigue Spontaneity's tortoise trauma fatigue Heuristic horizon hornswoggle huckster Or just another cauldron muck stir Mystical magical manumission mandate That only the good would ever relate date Fornicating fecund finite's fate I can only hope it will be I rate Tirade treatise's transpicuous treachery Adjunct juxtaposition may get the best of me Estranged ensemble's ethereal expletive Won't be contained, like water in a sieve Wanton wayward warrantee wrangled And all of that surreal newfangled Omnipresent omnificent omniscient omnipotence How I wish I could float its boat sense

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An old dull silver tray bought from the thrift store last polished never Sits between us, holding a half emptied handle of rye, two rock glasses Adjunct ice bucket and a handful of spansules all neatly lined up in a row Like candy for the taking Too late Existentially snuffed out 'Yes' I thought, there's a good start But existentialism is so boooooring dear, such a dry, ****** passe affair, pedantic really She groans out her words elongated like some big queen of England Sitting on her royal *** smoking from a long black cigarette holder I pull her towards me roughly slipping quickly into thick, thickening Newfound (land) accents "Listen here missy, you're no Audrey Hepburn" Brashly kissing bright blooming vermillion lips "And you're no John Kennedy" Playing dress up S&M; cosplay games de la haute societe Cruel broken bank account pauvrete down and out facade Tho this is neither Paris nor London Nor do we find any satisfaction in our destitution I am not a plongeur et vous, Vous etes rien qu'un petit ami du nuit "I'm not your ***** All part of the act Or so I'm told We've forgotten who we really are behind these vaudeville masks The world less lucid, less clear, receding gently tho greatly Day by lurid day

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Aug 13, 2014

Aug 13, 2014 at 9:44 PM UTC

WhereDoIGoFromHereDorothy

Dull Silver

An old dull silver tray bought from the thrift store last polished never Sits between us, holding a half emptied handle of rye, two rock glasses Adjunct ice bucket and a handful of spansules all neatly lined up in a row Like candy for the taking Too late Existentially snuffed out 'Yes' I thought, there's a good start But existentialism is so boooooring dear, such a dry, ****** passe affair, pedantic really She groans out her words elongated like some big queen of England Sitting on her royal *** smoking from a long black cigarette holder I pull her towards me roughly slipping quickly into thick, thickening Newfound (land) accents "Listen here missy, you're no Audrey Hepburn" Brashly kissing bright blooming vermillion lips "And you're no John Kennedy" Playing dress up S&M; cosplay games de la haute societe Cruel broken bank account pauvrete down and out facade Tho this is neither Paris nor London Nor do we find any satisfaction in our destitution I am not a plongeur et vous, Vous etes rien qu'un petit ami du nuit "I'm not your ***** All part of the act Or so I'm told We've forgotten who we really are behind these vaudeville masks The world less lucid, less clear, receding gently tho greatly Day by lurid day

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Treacherously torrid torrential tempestuous The warrior on the mountain confessed to us Sordid sully suborn salacious Only the worst will ever keep pace with us In extremis extremity exigence exodus Is the answer clear to all of us Intuitional intrepid impetus intrigue Spontaneity's tortoise trauma fatigue Heuristic horizon hornswoggle huckster Or just another cauldron muck stir Mystical magical manumission mandate That only the good would ever relate date Fornicating fecund finite's fate I can only hope it will be I rate Tirade treatise's transpicuous treachery Adjunct juxtaposition may get the best of me Estranged ensemble's ethereal expletive Won't be contained, like water in a sieve Wanton wayward warrantee wrangled And all of that surreal newfangled Omnipresent omnificent omniscient omnipotence How I wish I could float its boat sense

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Aug 19, 2019

Aug 19, 2019 at 12:08 PM UTC

toreinss-pinwinkel-iii

Oblique Assault

Treacherously torrid torrential tempestuous The warrior on the mountain confessed to us Sordid sully suborn salacious Only the worst will ever keep pace with us In extremis extremity exigence exodus Is the answer clear to all of us Intuitional intrepid impetus intrigue Spontaneity's tortoise trauma fatigue Heuristic horizon hornswoggle huckster Or just another cauldron muck stir Mystical magical manumission mandate That only the good would ever relate date Fornicating fecund finite's fate I can only hope it will be I rate Tirade treatise's transpicuous treachery Adjunct juxtaposition may get the best of me Estranged ensemble's ethereal expletive Won't be contained, like water in a sieve Wanton wayward warrantee wrangled And all of that surreal newfangled Omnipresent omnificent omniscient omnipotence How I wish I could float its boat sense

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I wonder if the moon seemed higher To those who first stood on it Or their families looking up at foreign stars. Would they even know where to look? An adjunct obsidian dotted with deceptive white, So similar from afar, betraying none of their detail, None of the subtle brilliance defining each world As the universe that could have been. Where here water trickles, there miasma flows, Yet the patterns left behind are so strikingly similar One wonders if there is a difference at all, Where echoes of purpose mar different soil. Is the choice more apparent on the land where we dwell, Or from that sombre vantage so solemnly watching? Those that have gone always wish to come back; Would they know a new world if they found it? Would they even know where to look?

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Sep 21, 2012

Sep 21, 2012 at 11:16 PM UTC

sean-pope

Moon

I wonder if the moon seemed higher To those who first stood on it Or their families looking up at foreign stars. Would they even know where to look? An adjunct obsidian dotted with deceptive white, So similar from afar, betraying none of their detail, None of the subtle brilliance defining each world As the universe that could have been. Where here water trickles, there miasma flows, Yet the patterns left behind are so strikingly similar One wonders if there is a difference at all, Where echoes of purpose mar different soil. Is the choice more apparent on the land where we dwell, Or from that sombre vantage so solemnly watching? Those that have gone always wish to come back; Would they know a new world if they found it? Would they even know where to look?

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Life is purchased with metaphors you jingled those coins loaned them to anyone gave your students a lift down alliterative avenues danced at the front of the room The plantation overseer cruel as dominion allows stirred your fears made a ***** in your confidence Schooled in permitted wrongs she let the lash fall on those on whom it is allowed Indulged her charity honeyed harms for some obfuscated raw aggression to others hooked the faithful for the delicacy of a minnow glittered soul because pain like tears is a universal taste You rallied and held on. Recalling the poverty of the adjunct you feared falling through that trap door Oh faithful moon man you leapt over the danger turned fear to comedy showed us the stairs with howling laughter and for a time climbing the career steps out of the basement I tried a Vaudevillian performance too at your urging. You cultivated adoring lines of students your succulents yearning for the secret how to survive in dry times how to nourish the roots when life is scorched and fragile and taut You imparted the gift to sustain the soul to anyone who would listen a verse on the tongue is the secret wellspring and you showed them all how to find it.

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Oct 9, 2017

Oct 9, 2017 at 1:29 AM UTC

mary-winslow

Chris Howled with Ginsburg

Life is purchased with metaphors you jingled those coins loaned them to anyone gave your students a lift down alliterative avenues danced at the front of the room The plantation overseer cruel as dominion allows stirred your fears made a ***** in your confidence Schooled in permitted wrongs she let the lash fall on those on whom it is allowed Indulged her charity honeyed harms for some obfuscated raw aggression to others hooked the faithful for the delicacy of a minnow glittered soul because pain like tears is a universal taste You rallied and held on. Recalling the poverty of the adjunct you feared falling through that trap door Oh faithful moon man you leapt over the danger turned fear to comedy showed us the stairs with howling laughter and for a time climbing the career steps out of the basement I tried a Vaudevillian performance too at your urging. You cultivated adoring lines of students your succulents yearning for the secret how to survive in dry times how to nourish the roots when life is scorched and fragile and taut You imparted the gift to sustain the soul to anyone who would listen a verse on the tongue is the secret wellspring and you showed them all how to find it.

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You can't stand the site of me You must stand in front of me You have to berate me You have no choice because You are you, and I give no sentence for that Though I am me and therefore I am And you can't change that So I listen to what I listen to to make me me But you refuse Oh how hard refuse with all of your might I'll sit next to him on this one I sit next to him on most of these If nothing else than to **** you off If nothing else than to tear your vocal cords If nothing else than to hear your hear STOP And I write without sense again And I write without sense AGAIN I laugh at my own jokes because I know I laugh at my own disjointed agony I laugh at my self even if you RE-FUUUU-SSSSE Spelled without context are these phrases of GOD I can't stand your God or gods or goddesses or any higher power BEING If only because you refuse to believe in truth Or to hear you cry Or try to rip me up Try to pray for me Try and tell me I'm wrong when I know I'm more right than you You hypocrites with your hypno-quits I DON'T REVISE I DON'T REVISE What came first is the question still not answered Feeling good now with my disjoint-finger-tap-TAP-TAP Guitar now in my ears-adjunct-twixt-crossing MOVE Keep this heavy-quick-ever-high-pitch-type-incorrect grammar if nothing else than to tell them I'm listening to The Mars Volta! OR WAS "THE" missing My favorite peak My favorite peak Too much coffee Too much coffee Oh why must we end

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Nov 22, 2013

Nov 22, 2013 at 10:23 AM UTC

gabriel-peter-green

For Fun

You can't stand the site of me You must stand in front of me You have to berate me You have no choice because You are you, and I give no sentence for that Though I am me and therefore I am And you can't change that So I listen to what I listen to to make me me But you refuse Oh how hard refuse with all of your might I'll sit next to him on this one I sit next to him on most of these If nothing else than to **** you off If nothing else than to tear your vocal cords If nothing else than to hear your hear STOP And I write without sense again And I write without sense AGAIN I laugh at my own jokes because I know I laugh at my own disjointed agony I laugh at my self even if you RE-FUUUU-SSSSE Spelled without context are these phrases of GOD I can't stand your God or gods or goddesses or any higher power BEING If only because you refuse to believe in truth Or to hear you cry Or try to rip me up Try to pray for me Try and tell me I'm wrong when I know I'm more right than you You hypocrites with your hypno-quits I DON'T REVISE I DON'T REVISE What came first is the question still not answered Feeling good now with my disjoint-finger-tap-TAP-TAP Guitar now in my ears-adjunct-twixt-crossing MOVE Keep this heavy-quick-ever-high-pitch-type-incorrect grammar if nothing else than to tell them I'm listening to The Mars Volta! OR WAS "THE" missing My favorite peak My favorite peak Too much coffee Too much coffee Oh why must we end

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Extravagantly exorbitant mentality panacea Pretentious eidetic’s ubiquity mnemonics Extraversion embezzlement extortion mens rea Endergonic laconic cacophony phonics Preterite rendition enclitic equilibrist motion Mystic symbiosis dharma spiritual sky Brusque macabre abjections the gist of the potion Straight up forever ontology on high Obdurately abstruse vituperatively vociferous Juxtaposition apparition myriad avarice Orotund sonorous diction complicitous Multifariously versatile nefarious nemesis Mirador bartizan phantasmagoria aesthetics Guidon gyration excursion integration Sorcerous alchemizing interstitial endemics Chaos charisma objectified tribulation Conjurous apothegms clitoral apomixis Exude emote surrogate extrapolation Astral projection littoral hypotaxis Kinetic supremacy homogeneity gravitation Coercible coalescent cohesion dexterities Adjunct conjunction conjecture acuity Platonic pragmatic prosaic austerities Extemporaneous impromptu innuendo fortuity Propinquity habitation harbinger spectra Perplexing paradox tenacity rostra Intensely cogitational abstract mantra Penumbral exigency , umbrage per contra Theoretical incursion grandiloquent ne plus ultra Exogamy of homoplasy sic itur ad astra Quiescent serendipity surreal anestra

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Jul 15, 2021

Jul 15, 2021 at 9:18 PM UTC

toreinss-pinwinkel-iii

Asylum

Extravagantly exorbitant mentality panacea Pretentious eidetic’s ubiquity mnemonics Extraversion embezzlement extortion mens rea Endergonic laconic cacophony phonics Preterite rendition enclitic equilibrist motion Mystic symbiosis dharma spiritual sky Brusque macabre abjections the gist of the potion Straight up forever ontology on high Obdurately abstruse vituperatively vociferous Juxtaposition apparition myriad avarice Orotund sonorous diction complicitous Multifariously versatile nefarious nemesis Mirador bartizan phantasmagoria aesthetics Guidon gyration excursion integration Sorcerous alchemizing interstitial endemics Chaos charisma objectified tribulation Conjurous apothegms clitoral apomixis Exude emote surrogate extrapolation Astral projection littoral hypotaxis Kinetic supremacy homogeneity gravitation Coercible coalescent cohesion dexterities Adjunct conjunction conjecture acuity Platonic pragmatic prosaic austerities Extemporaneous impromptu innuendo fortuity Propinquity habitation harbinger spectra Perplexing paradox tenacity rostra Intensely cogitational abstract mantra Penumbral exigency , umbrage per contra Theoretical incursion grandiloquent ne plus ultra Exogamy of homoplasy sic itur ad astra Quiescent serendipity surreal anestra

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I. Frost on cheeks may be measured, amorously. II. The hawk circles above. The hawk makes known all the space of the sky in ringlets, extensions of wingspan, dynamic shape, cyclic motion until the dive. III. When the roads of summer dust cease churning, When the smokened crackles of oily grease substitute cool, When human machines accompany their electric bodies, I return to the forest. IV. Home, born maybe two, three years ago, is an enclave shrouded, for most, in ennui. Home, the sound of branch-squirrel-branch, the light slapping on dead plant flat on flat under flat-sole boots, home, allowing these shrouds to manifest, adjunct to the ground. V. The reduction of ***** cleansing is itself shoved down these maws of our future expectations, lingering, gaining more passivity than ever, near newly born, hanging a hazy cirrus on our old senses, lingering like some fickle god, all standing by some unseen master, just to further something more with help.

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Jan 13, 2016

Jan 13, 2016 at 6:26 PM UTC

devan-proctor

Five Phases of Snow Walking

I. Frost on cheeks may be measured, amorously. II. The hawk circles above. The hawk makes known all the space of the sky in ringlets, extensions of wingspan, dynamic shape, cyclic motion until the dive. III. When the roads of summer dust cease churning, When the smokened crackles of oily grease substitute cool, When human machines accompany their electric bodies, I return to the forest. IV. Home, born maybe two, three years ago, is an enclave shrouded, for most, in ennui. Home, the sound of branch-squirrel-branch, the light slapping on dead plant flat on flat under flat-sole boots, home, allowing these shrouds to manifest, adjunct to the ground. V. The reduction of ***** cleansing is itself shoved down these maws of our future expectations, lingering, gaining more passivity than ever, near newly born, hanging a hazy cirrus on our old senses, lingering like some fickle god, all standing by some unseen master, just to further something more with help.

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Earnest Hemmingway says that writing is akin to bleeding. The adjunct English professor told me that it definitely wasn’t easy. And, that anyone who says it is, is a ********* liar. I disagree. I think writing is akin to ************ in the beginning, and ******* later on. The first few times you try it, you may not be very good at it, but you like the results. The more you do it, the better you get at it. You figure out what words or phases turn you on the most, and you use those the best. They get the best word-gasms out of you. Reading books is, in this instance, a lot like looking at *********** It shows you what some of the other possibilities are. It gives you examples of what works for other people and what you can make work for you, and an audience, if you like. But, for the most part, you’re doing whatever you’re doing for the one who loves you most. You’re doing it for yourself. Later on, you can write for an audience. You can take them with you, make them feel you, show them wonders never before seen. Like *********** the first few times might be clumsy or awkward. But, soon enough they’ll seek you out. They’ll want your words for their own release. Like loyal lovers, they’ll need your embrace. So, maybe writing is like bleeding. But, maybe it’s not. Maybe it’s like ******* or jerking off. So, do it a lot. *** -J. Claywell ©P&ZPublications; 2014

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Aug 22, 2014

Aug 22, 2014 at 12:07 AM UTC

jay-claywell

Rubbing One Out

Earnest Hemmingway says that writing is akin to bleeding. The adjunct English professor told me that it definitely wasn’t easy. And, that anyone who says it is, is a ********* liar. I disagree. I think writing is akin to ************ in the beginning, and ******* later on. The first few times you try it, you may not be very good at it, but you like the results. The more you do it, the better you get at it. You figure out what words or phases turn you on the most, and you use those the best. They get the best word-gasms out of you. Reading books is, in this instance, a lot like looking at *********** It shows you what some of the other possibilities are. It gives you examples of what works for other people and what you can make work for you, and an audience, if you like. But, for the most part, you’re doing whatever you’re doing for the one who loves you most. You’re doing it for yourself. Later on, you can write for an audience. You can take them with you, make them feel you, show them wonders never before seen. Like *********** the first few times might be clumsy or awkward. But, soon enough they’ll seek you out. They’ll want your words for their own release. Like loyal lovers, they’ll need your embrace. So, maybe writing is like bleeding. But, maybe it’s not. Maybe it’s like ******* or jerking off. So, do it a lot. *** -J. Claywell ©P&ZPublications; 2014

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Phrenic prospectus imagination's immaturity. Dimensional delineation protractive analysis. Zoomorphic zoolatry's social contiguity's demagoguery. Elan vital's apotheosis, oneiromancy's vicariously recalcitrant futurity fatidic. Prescience clairaudience clairvoyant, astral projection's distance traveled-time spent to dynamic progressiveness, objectified manifest's diminutive minutia iotas, exponentially extemporaneous. Flirtatious flamboyance extravagantly exorbitant laborious beleaguerment's hypercritically meticulous tedium. Carousel ceaselessly ceremony chaos character charisma's incarnate. Fabulist facade fantasia, tesseract, exserted protuberance trapezoidal quadrilateral, rubato rhombus. Swarthy ******** swath swizzles, unicorn railway nails, down here at the bizarre bazaar we all believe in the blasphemous farcical fugue-ness, estranged ensemble orchestrations and all. Accidence ambience acoustics, diction's enunciation repartee's rhetoric. Retrospectively retroactive aorist actuator's attenuating arbitration's eidetic amendment. Biologism beholden corporeally preternatural's alluvium aloof impunity. Extremity's adjunct juxtaposition's transpositional interlude's prophylaxis protocols. Transcendent nimbus nimiety exorcist. Proximity parameter perimeter peripherals, harpy harsh hast propinquity habitation's harbingers of harangued. Exude emote imbue. Impetus intrigue's intuitional intrepid, transcendent translucence and opaque opulence.

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Nov 6, 2020

Nov 6, 2020 at 1:43 AM UTC

toreinss-pinwinkel-iii

Noumenal Sentience's Semantics or Existentially Transcendental?

Phrenic prospectus imagination's immaturity. Dimensional delineation protractive analysis. Zoomorphic zoolatry's social contiguity's demagoguery. Elan vital's apotheosis, oneiromancy's vicariously recalcitrant futurity fatidic. Prescience clairaudience clairvoyant, astral projection's distance traveled-time spent to dynamic progressiveness, objectified manifest's diminutive minutia iotas, exponentially extemporaneous. Flirtatious flamboyance extravagantly exorbitant laborious beleaguerment's hypercritically meticulous tedium. Carousel ceaselessly ceremony chaos character charisma's incarnate. Fabulist facade fantasia, tesseract, exserted protuberance trapezoidal quadrilateral, rubato rhombus. Swarthy ******** swath swizzles, unicorn railway nails, down here at the bizarre bazaar we all believe in the blasphemous farcical fugue-ness, estranged ensemble orchestrations and all. Accidence ambience acoustics, diction's enunciation repartee's rhetoric. Retrospectively retroactive aorist actuator's attenuating arbitration's eidetic amendment. Biologism beholden corporeally preternatural's alluvium aloof impunity. Extremity's adjunct juxtaposition's transpositional interlude's prophylaxis protocols. Transcendent nimbus nimiety exorcist. Proximity parameter perimeter peripherals, harpy harsh hast propinquity habitation's harbingers of harangued. Exude emote imbue. Impetus intrigue's intuitional intrepid, transcendent translucence and opaque opulence.

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.*i've seen cover songs being overplayed: t.a.t.u., snake river conspiracy... of the smiths': how soon is now? mind you... do you feel that chernobyll itch? do you? i like this quote: the loudest applauses craft the most silent encores... who was it? i guess it must haven been me, if it wasn't me, then... we have a problem..... well thank you, the danes found out... the warsaw pact attempted to keep it hush hush.... i am: the sleeping diatribe*... such a spectacular disobedience to having fathomed the obedience to the last remaining iota of a purpose.... friend to boyo fiend, and the jargon buste (adjunct).... while toying with being enemy to the squish and the tentacle lover of lost & last concerns... serves you a: counter sushi masterpirece with a worth of herrigs.... to mind a counter with... you know how "god" abhors "original" sin.. what becomes "sin"? well... "unoriginality"... i too hate & abhor the platitude of plagiarism; i'm a blatant Evangelist at this point... i'd rather die... before i'm reborn... then again... i'd slso act like Jack Nicholson.... but then again my demands are worth are shutters squat... to mind... what becomes a Led Zeppelin "original" sin... tobacco shutters... taping-course: wet tobacco... not chewed, rather, smoked... whatever... people will never believe the victim... they will, when there's a dead body... otherwise... dead wise no war no death sold... apparently the dead are "wise" when there's no war.... then again... when war... the "wise" also claim: there are no casualties.... who needs them? no one can recognize them, anyway... mother death justice earth: who can blindly recognize either! the twin justice, that justifies encompassing both... the joy that originates from wet.... tobacco; i don't care who's to blame... all i care about is that... someone is actually claimed, as requested for being made to claim blame. now god, now no god, now the infantile man with a belief in a god, now a memorable now a seriously acclaimed man of concrete disbelief... that... pristine atheist... i too hold my claims to be of barren wastelands in order to have them be made for the worth of them being cherished.

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Sep 18, 2018

Sep 18, 2018 at 11:04 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

"original" sin

.*i've seen cover songs being overplayed: t.a.t.u., snake river conspiracy... of the smiths': how soon is now? mind you... do you feel that chernobyll itch? do you? i like this quote: the loudest applauses craft the most silent encores... who was it? i guess it must haven been me, if it wasn't me, then... we have a problem..... well thank you, the danes found out... the warsaw pact attempted to keep it hush hush.... i am: the sleeping diatribe*... such a spectacular disobedience to having fathomed the obedience to the last remaining iota of a purpose.... friend to boyo fiend, and the jargon buste (adjunct).... while toying with being enemy to the squish and the tentacle lover of lost & last concerns... serves you a: counter sushi masterpirece with a worth of herrigs.... to mind a counter with... you know how "god" abhors "original" sin.. what becomes "sin"? well... "unoriginality"... i too hate & abhor the platitude of plagiarism; i'm a blatant Evangelist at this point... i'd rather die... before i'm reborn... then again... i'd slso act like Jack Nicholson.... but then again my demands are worth are shutters squat... to mind... what becomes a Led Zeppelin "original" sin... tobacco shutters... taping-course: wet tobacco... not chewed, rather, smoked... whatever... people will never believe the victim... they will, when there's a dead body... otherwise... dead wise no war no death sold... apparently the dead are "wise" when there's no war.... then again... when war... the "wise" also claim: there are no casualties.... who needs them? no one can recognize them, anyway... mother death justice earth: who can blindly recognize either! the twin justice, that justifies encompassing both... the joy that originates from wet.... tobacco; i don't care who's to blame... all i care about is that... someone is actually claimed, as requested for being made to claim blame. now god, now no god, now the infantile man with a belief in a god, now a memorable now a seriously acclaimed man of concrete disbelief... that... pristine atheist... i too hold my claims to be of barren wastelands in order to have them be made for the worth of them being cherished.

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A Temporary, Part-Time, Adjunct Faculty Instructor of No Significance Whatsoever at a Little Cinder-Block Community College Unknown to Anyone Beyond the Interstate Bypass Asks the Most Important Question About Admissions Bribery Oh, please forgive this seeming diatribe But I am one of the scrivening tribe A poor Chaucerian scholar, a scribe Who asks Why doesn’t anyone offer me a bribe?

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Mar 29, 2019

Mar 29, 2019 at 4:29 PM UTC

lawrence-hall

The Most Important Question about University Admissions Bribes

A Temporary, Part-Time, Adjunct Faculty Instructor of No Significance Whatsoever at a Little Cinder-Block Community College Unknown to Anyone Beyond the Interstate Bypass Asks the Most Important Question About Admissions Bribery Oh, please forgive this seeming diatribe But I am one of the scrivening tribe A poor Chaucerian scholar, a scribe Who asks Why doesn’t anyone offer me a bribe?

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