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abolitionism absenteeism absolutism abstractionism absurdism academicism academism achromatism acrotism actinism activism adoptianism adoptionism adventurism aeroembolism aestheticism ageism agism agnosticism agrarianism alarmism albinism alcoholism aldosteronism algorism alienism allelism allelomorphism allomorphism alpinism altruism amateurism amoralism anabaptism anabolism anachronism analphabetism anarchism anecdotalism aneurism anglicism animalism animism anisotropism antagonism anthropocentrism anthropomorphism anthropopathism antialcoholism antiauthoritarianism antiblackism anticapitalism anticlericalism anticolonialism anticommercialism anticommunism antielitism antievolutionism antifascism antifeminism antiferromagnetism antihumanism antiliberalism antimaterialism antimilitarism antinepotism antinomianism antiquarianism antiracism antiradicalism antirationalism antirealism antireductionism antiritualism antiromanticism antiterrorism aphorism apocalypticism apocalyptism archaism asceticism assimilationism associationism asterism astigmatism asynchronism atavism atheism athleticism atomism atonalism atropism atticism autecism authoritarianism autism autoecism autoeroticism autoerotism automatism automorphism baalism baptism barbarianism barbarism behaviorism biblicism bibliophilism bicameralism biculturalism bidialectalism bilateralism bilingualism bimetallism biologism bioregionalism bipartisanism bipedalism biracialism blackguardism bogyism bohemianism bolshevism boosterism bossism botulism bourbonism boyarism bromism brutism bruxism bureaucratism cabalism caciquism cambism cannibalism capitalism careerism casteism catabolism catastrophism catechism cavalierism centralism centrism ceremonialism charism charlatanism chauvinism chemism chemotropism chimaerism chimerism chrism chromaticism cicisbeism cinchonism civicism civism classicism classism clericalism clonism cockneyism collaborationism collectivism colloquialism colonialism colorism commensalism commercialism communalism communism communitarianism conceptualism concretism confessionalism conformism congregationalism connubialism conservatism constitutionalism constructivism consumerism controversialism conventionalism corporatism corporativism cosmism cosmopolitanism cosmopolitism countercriticism counterculturalism counterterrorism creationism credentialism cretinism criticism cronyism cryptorchidism cryptorchism cubism cultism cynicism czarism dadaism dandyism defeatism deism demonism denominationalism despotism determinism deviationism diabolism diamagnetism
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May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 12:16 PM UTC
Ru7hl355_Gangsta
"ism"
abolitionism absenteeism absolutism abstractionism absurdism academicism academism achromatism acrotism actinism activism adoptianism adoptionism adventurism aeroembolism aestheticism ageism agism agnosticism agrarianism alarmism albinism alcoholism aldosteronism algorism alienism allelism allelomorphism allomorphism alpinism altruism amateurism amoralism anabaptism anabolism anachronism analphabetism anarchism anecdotalism aneurism anglicism animalism animism anisotropism antagonism anthropocentrism anthropomorphism anthropopathism antialcoholism antiauthoritarianism antiblackism anticapitalism anticlericalism anticolonialism anticommercialism anticommunism antielitism antievolutionism antifascism antifeminism antiferromagnetism antihumanism antiliberalism antimaterialism antimilitarism antinepotism antinomianism antiquarianism antiracism antiradicalism antirationalism antirealism antireductionism antiritualism antiromanticism antiterrorism aphorism apocalypticism apocalyptism archaism asceticism assimilationism associationism asterism astigmatism asynchronism atavism atheism athleticism atomism atonalism atropism atticism autecism authoritarianism autism autoecism autoeroticism autoerotism automatism automorphism baalism baptism barbarianism barbarism behaviorism biblicism bibliophilism bicameralism biculturalism bidialectalism bilateralism bilingualism bimetallism biologism bioregionalism bipartisanism bipedalism biracialism blackguardism bogyism bohemianism bolshevism boosterism bossism botulism bourbonism boyarism bromism brutism bruxism bureaucratism cabalism caciquism cambism cannibalism capitalism careerism casteism catabolism catastrophism catechism cavalierism centralism centrism ceremonialism charism charlatanism chauvinism chemism chemotropism chimaerism chimerism chrism chromaticism cicisbeism cinchonism civicism civism classicism classism clericalism clonism cockneyism collaborationism collectivism colloquialism colonialism colorism commensalism commercialism communalism communism communitarianism conceptualism concretism confessionalism conformism congregationalism connubialism conservatism constitutionalism constructivism consumerism controversialism conventionalism corporatism corporativism cosmism cosmopolitanism cosmopolitism countercriticism counterculturalism counterterrorism creationism credentialism cretinism criticism cronyism cryptorchidism cryptorchism cubism cultism cynicism czarism dadaism dandyism defeatism deism demonism denominationalism despotism determinism deviationism diabolism diamagnetism
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Perhaps the zombie, in all his uncanniness, is truly the definition of asymmetrical anthropomorphism. Perhaps the zombie, with his slow shuffling gait, is really the word when it comes to unbridled determination. And perhaps the zombie, his hunger bottomless, is indeed the very picture of a man who can have it all.
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Nov 20, 2011
Nov 20, 2011 at 5:59 PM UTC
OoWah
Ode to the Zombie
Perhaps the zombie, in all his uncanniness, is truly the definition of asymmetrical anthropomorphism. Perhaps the zombie, with his slow shuffling gait, is really the word when it comes to unbridled determination. And perhaps the zombie, his hunger bottomless, is indeed the very picture of a man who can have it all.
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Skin Fingernails, moonlight, low-light What’s the beast in the mirror I see? It stares at me, it’s features moaning a sad soliloquy I find it’s eyes, green, green, the colour of envy Envy. Envy. I find myself stretching skin. Skin, it’s anthropomorphism deeply disturbs me Why can’t I take it off Peel it off, rip it off, burn it off, cut it off Snip, snip The more I stare the more it crumbles, it crumbles I paint it’s mask with lacquer but the same pair of green eyes stare at me What is that, who is that beast The low-light consoles me but still I see it for what is Me
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Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 4:16 AM UTC
ayanna-fieldleap
Skin
Skin Fingernails, moonlight, low-light What’s the beast in the mirror I see? It stares at me, it’s features moaning a sad soliloquy I find it’s eyes, green, green, the colour of envy Envy. Envy. I find myself stretching skin. Skin, it’s anthropomorphism deeply disturbs me Why can’t I take it off Peel it off, rip it off, burn it off, cut it off Snip, snip The more I stare the more it crumbles, it crumbles I paint it’s mask with lacquer but the same pair of green eyes stare at me What is that, who is that beast The low-light consoles me but still I see it for what is Me
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Brought forth from a darkness so secure, baby boy relentless in the pursuit of education gazed upon the egg shell walls and sterile environment. Breathing as if it were natural. A construction of steel and concrete was the new cocoon , the window was an eye to a neoteric world. Bright white lights shone from within and a dull foreboding cloud loomed beyond the glass for the child to appreciate. Mother exhausted collapsed sighing. She is the antidote to all that is evil, she is the mother to the world. A usually stick-thin figure now distended but leisurely relaxing. Nursing her son as if it were natural. Swooning nurses swaddle infants, the original factory workers. Substantial days grafting, workhorses prancing throughout aseptic halls. The heroines of our world. A tribe appears from dust clouds, over the dunes, panting, half-alive. Heavenly Ethiope arriving in time for the world to begin. Tumescent in her ecclesiastic luminescence bearing a King destined to travel great distances primed for expulsion from the cimmerian safety of the womb. The seas of the earth accumulate before the small band of tall-standing creatures of exquisite anthropomorphism. Creatures from across the great unexplored continent at the centre of our world gathered in frenzied crowds. The Elephants marched in earth shattering herds, the lions of the Savannah put aside their differences and sat amongst the wild dogs of Ethiopia and the grévy's zebra, the dibatag stood and eagerly waited. Shrews, mice, gazelle, otters, cheetahs and giraffes all surrounded the tribe. Taking a silent vow and allowing stewardship to be passed along to a new generation. Every mother is the mother of the earth. Her earth, the personal concept of earth that only she may understand. Both children are connected by the planet they learn to walk upon. Connected by a thousand generations but connected nonetheless. They are one and the same. Each bought into a world in which they have no knowledge, each merely a slate eager to be scrawled upon by the elders of this fine rock.
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Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 9:53 PM UTC
reece
The Light of the World and the Beginning of Life
Brought forth from a darkness so secure, baby boy relentless in the pursuit of education gazed upon the egg shell walls and sterile environment. Breathing as if it were natural. A construction of steel and concrete was the new cocoon , the window was an eye to a neoteric world. Bright white lights shone from within and a dull foreboding cloud loomed beyond the glass for the child to appreciate. Mother exhausted collapsed sighing. She is the antidote to all that is evil, she is the mother to the world. A usually stick-thin figure now distended but leisurely relaxing. Nursing her son as if it were natural. Swooning nurses swaddle infants, the original factory workers. Substantial days grafting, workhorses prancing throughout aseptic halls. The heroines of our world. A tribe appears from dust clouds, over the dunes, panting, half-alive. Heavenly Ethiope arriving in time for the world to begin. Tumescent in her ecclesiastic luminescence bearing a King destined to travel great distances primed for expulsion from the cimmerian safety of the womb. The seas of the earth accumulate before the small band of tall-standing creatures of exquisite anthropomorphism. Creatures from across the great unexplored continent at the centre of our world gathered in frenzied crowds. The Elephants marched in earth shattering herds, the lions of the Savannah put aside their differences and sat amongst the wild dogs of Ethiopia and the grévy's zebra, the dibatag stood and eagerly waited. Shrews, mice, gazelle, otters, cheetahs and giraffes all surrounded the tribe. Taking a silent vow and allowing stewardship to be passed along to a new generation. Every mother is the mother of the earth. Her earth, the personal concept of earth that only she may understand. Both children are connected by the planet they learn to walk upon. Connected by a thousand generations but connected nonetheless. They are one and the same. Each bought into a world in which they have no knowledge, each merely a slate eager to be scrawled upon by the elders of this fine rock.
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did it work? I give a useless tug on my skin, done to reassure me instead it reaffirms to me: I am, again, inconsolable. is the mask I wear today sealed on tight? too tight? does it hurt to pretend so much? does it seem clear to anyone else that there are loose ends I've yet to tend to? backdoors I've overlooked? transparencies?    can they see through me? I bare my teeth. canines, canines from the days of carnivores. am I that carnivore? in my genes I am. and in practice? inconsolable, uncontrollable barely a threat in her form. this question comes to me under many guises: an old man asking me: are you that of practice or are you that of genes? a professor lecturing: are you that of cultivated identity or that of inherited form? my concerned friends crying: who are you? is your mask anything like you? and then i wake. it's a terror turned nightly chorus. recurring nightmares, doctors offer. i admit i know the content of my dreams to be unfounded: in life there are no physical masks that do the jobs my terrors depict. no veil to hide the contours of each flawed personality, no mask to others, just me, weeping-in-the-bathroom, never-myself me and those attempted favours to be like one another i'll be like you so you'll like me i'll like you because i'm like you so the body charges on in this society like a mirror cross your left leg when she crosses her right, fold your arms when she's folded hers, raise your hand to say hello, raise your hand to say goodbye a kiss on the right cheek, a kiss on the left, one more on the left this is how you show love and a greeting all at once fold your arms over each other, this is sympathy, this is greeting, do you take comfort in this too? so you learn to speak with your arms, and you learn to speak with your legs, and you learn to speak with your face, and you learn to speak with your head. soon your eyes are apprentices of acquaintances, learning to borrow looks like library books, take on others' stories like they've read them end to end. so in the middle of this process you learn to effectively say: i see you, i hear you, i perceive you. and in these attempted favours, at the end of your night terrors, is the parrot that they want to see. the parrot that you argue, can't really be me.
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Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 6:14 PM UTC
ultraviolet
the anthropomorphism of people pleasing
did it work? I give a useless tug on my skin, done to reassure me instead it reaffirms to me: I am, again, inconsolable. is the mask I wear today sealed on tight? too tight? does it hurt to pretend so much? does it seem clear to anyone else that there are loose ends I've yet to tend to? backdoors I've overlooked? transparencies?    can they see through me? I bare my teeth. canines, canines from the days of carnivores. am I that carnivore? in my genes I am. and in practice? inconsolable, uncontrollable barely a threat in her form. this question comes to me under many guises: an old man asking me: are you that of practice or are you that of genes? a professor lecturing: are you that of cultivated identity or that of inherited form? my concerned friends crying: who are you? is your mask anything like you? and then i wake. it's a terror turned nightly chorus. recurring nightmares, doctors offer. i admit i know the content of my dreams to be unfounded: in life there are no physical masks that do the jobs my terrors depict. no veil to hide the contours of each flawed personality, no mask to others, just me, weeping-in-the-bathroom, never-myself me and those attempted favours to be like one another i'll be like you so you'll like me i'll like you because i'm like you so the body charges on in this society like a mirror cross your left leg when she crosses her right, fold your arms when she's folded hers, raise your hand to say hello, raise your hand to say goodbye a kiss on the right cheek, a kiss on the left, one more on the left this is how you show love and a greeting all at once fold your arms over each other, this is sympathy, this is greeting, do you take comfort in this too? so you learn to speak with your arms, and you learn to speak with your legs, and you learn to speak with your face, and you learn to speak with your head. soon your eyes are apprentices of acquaintances, learning to borrow looks like library books, take on others' stories like they've read them end to end. so in the middle of this process you learn to effectively say: i see you, i hear you, i perceive you. and in these attempted favours, at the end of your night terrors, is the parrot that they want to see. the parrot that you argue, can't really be me.
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I'm starving for flesh Your beautiful canvas My claws search for your weakest point Such a delicate creature, my Prey Crash from the hunt He will be mine to devour
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Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 7:38 PM UTC
jennifer-12
Anthropomorphism
I'm starving for flesh Your beautiful canvas My claws search for your weakest point Such a delicate creature, my Prey Crash from the hunt He will be mine to devour
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Ever untouched by prying eyes Your incandescence knows no price No quantity of gold could wager Your glimmering translucency For beauty sits through frosted glass It knows no mirror image In sunny spells it lights the way Just possible to distinguish At night it sits upon the lake Which ruminates inside your head To change you but remain unchanged To glow when couples wed You are the anthropomorphism Of waves on a summers day You are the moment two opposing Paths conjoin in harmony In the instance your cover’s blown Your reflection sits untampered For that instant your delicate soul Lies naked, conserved, unhampered For all of this I sit in awe As viscous silver streams Carve channels at your feet Ejecting precious molten metals Which ignite with scorching heat I find the strength to sit up Then rise up onto my knees Put out your hand and pull me up I feel so deeply of your beauty I cannot help but smile When I think of your gift to me It strikes me that time has passed Since the sun shone to illuminate Just how grateful I am to have an Opposing path through frosted glass A flower to my unkempt leaves.
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Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 9:00 AM UTC
zacolian
Natural Painkiller
Ever untouched by prying eyes Your incandescence knows no price No quantity of gold could wager Your glimmering translucency For beauty sits through frosted glass It knows no mirror image In sunny spells it lights the way Just possible to distinguish At night it sits upon the lake Which ruminates inside your head To change you but remain unchanged To glow when couples wed You are the anthropomorphism Of waves on a summers day You are the moment two opposing Paths conjoin in harmony In the instance your cover’s blown Your reflection sits untampered For that instant your delicate soul Lies naked, conserved, unhampered For all of this I sit in awe As viscous silver streams Carve channels at your feet Ejecting precious molten metals Which ignite with scorching heat I find the strength to sit up Then rise up onto my knees Put out your hand and pull me up I feel so deeply of your beauty I cannot help but smile When I think of your gift to me It strikes me that time has passed Since the sun shone to illuminate Just how grateful I am to have an Opposing path through frosted glass A flower to my unkempt leaves.
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Byron enjoyed the feedback on his first run at poetry and asked me to extend his appreciation to you. As he said, "Thank 'em for me." That lead to a discussion on some of the figures of speech he innately used in his pig roast invitation. I seized the moment to explain that a similie was an indirect comparison using words such as "like," or "as." "Oh, like, you're a ******** We moved on to metaphors. "Oh, you are a ******** If we should get to it, Anthropomorphism will pretty much sum up the Byronic universe A hero.
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Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 7:42 PM UTC
francie-lynch
The Ironic Byronic
Byron enjoyed the feedback on his first run at poetry and asked me to extend his appreciation to you. As he said, "Thank 'em for me." That lead to a discussion on some of the figures of speech he innately used in his pig roast invitation. I seized the moment to explain that a similie was an indirect comparison using words such as "like," or "as." "Oh, like, you're a ******** We moved on to metaphors. "Oh, you are a ******** If we should get to it, Anthropomorphism will pretty much sum up the Byronic universe A hero.
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This poet is going to speak plainly. I'm dropping the metaphors, The similies, the analogies, And all figures of speech, But one - Anthropomorphism. A ******* Has been in-stalled.
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Feb 3, 2017
Feb 3, 2017 at 12:22 PM UTC
francie-lynch
Anthropomorphism
This poet is going to speak plainly. I'm dropping the metaphors, The similies, the analogies, And all figures of speech, But one - Anthropomorphism. A ******* Has been in-stalled.
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If my life was a book Would anyone read it? Would it be happy or sad? Romance or Action? If my life were a book Would it be like a John Green Novel? Or would it be morphed into Fantasy? Would it be filled with Mystery like a Nancy Drew volume? Or filled with Drama? I think i would be a trilogy; possibly more, Because one book won't even cover a day's worth of thoughts. If my life were a book Would it be made of experiences and feelings? Contemplating the small stuff and finding the beauty in everything? Would it be like Narnia? Everything metaphorical Filled with personification and anthropomorphism. If my life were a book Would my inner demons become monsters or a curse? Would my love interest be a charming prince? A rouge outlaw? Or someone i would least expect? If my life were a book I can only hope it would be a great adventure. One with foreign lands and exotic animals. One that defies gravity And goes against everything we can imagine If my life were a book, if one were to read it, They would learn more about me in a hundred pieces of paper Then they could in a day. If my life were a book One could possibly know me better then i know myself Because we often reveal more than we intend to without ever knowing it ourselves.
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Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 7:58 PM UTC
Shewantsthesun
If my life were a book
If my life was a book Would anyone read it? Would it be happy or sad? Romance or Action? If my life were a book Would it be like a John Green Novel? Or would it be morphed into Fantasy? Would it be filled with Mystery like a Nancy Drew volume? Or filled with Drama? I think i would be a trilogy; possibly more, Because one book won't even cover a day's worth of thoughts. If my life were a book Would it be made of experiences and feelings? Contemplating the small stuff and finding the beauty in everything? Would it be like Narnia? Everything metaphorical Filled with personification and anthropomorphism. If my life were a book Would my inner demons become monsters or a curse? Would my love interest be a charming prince? A rouge outlaw? Or someone i would least expect? If my life were a book I can only hope it would be a great adventure. One with foreign lands and exotic animals. One that defies gravity And goes against everything we can imagine If my life were a book, if one were to read it, They would learn more about me in a hundred pieces of paper Then they could in a day. If my life were a book One could possibly know me better then i know myself Because we often reveal more than we intend to without ever knowing it ourselves.
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You should sulk away in shame. You are a bottom feeder pretending to be predacious. Life has shown that in the order of life you will rapaciously lick the lips of the alpha every time . You mistake your pretension for power, and you and only you make that mistake. Don’t think that any other believes that you are anything more than the absolute bottom of the order. You can cry to all who will listen about your greatness and only the most ignorant will believe; For a while. Your attempts to empower yourself by belittling others is a pathetic attempt to cover your own inadequacies. Maybe you haven’t realized yet that they can’t be covered, that everyone really can see you for whom you are. I am amazed that something would mate with you. I can’t believe that one of your slightly more pretentious peers has not taken her from you yet. You are a disgusting example of a human being. You are petty, jealous and cowardly. You are the very definition of anthropomorphism.; You have been attributed with human traits without actually having them. You are lower than an animal and are pathetic.
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Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 5:01 PM UTC
james-jarrett
How poets fight
You should sulk away in shame. You are a bottom feeder pretending to be predacious. Life has shown that in the order of life you will rapaciously lick the lips of the alpha every time . You mistake your pretension for power, and you and only you make that mistake. Don’t think that any other believes that you are anything more than the absolute bottom of the order. You can cry to all who will listen about your greatness and only the most ignorant will believe; For a while. Your attempts to empower yourself by belittling others is a pathetic attempt to cover your own inadequacies. Maybe you haven’t realized yet that they can’t be covered, that everyone really can see you for whom you are. I am amazed that something would mate with you. I can’t believe that one of your slightly more pretentious peers has not taken her from you yet. You are a disgusting example of a human being. You are petty, jealous and cowardly. You are the very definition of anthropomorphism.; You have been attributed with human traits without actually having them. You are lower than an animal and are pathetic.
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You should sulk away in shame. You are a bottom feeder pretending to be predacious. Life has shown you that in the order of life, you will rapaciously lick the lips of the alpha every time . You mistake your pretension for power, and you and only you make that mistake. Don’t think that any other believes that you are anything more than the absolute bottom of the order. You can cry to all who will listen about your greatness and only the most ignorant will believe; For a while. Your attempts to empower yourself by belittling others is a pathetic attempt to cover your own inadequacies. Maybe you haven’t realized yet that they can’t be covered, that everyone really can see you for whom you are. I am amazed that something would actually mate with you. I can’t believe that one of your slightly more pretentious peers has not taken her from you yet. You are a disgusting example of a human being. You are petty, jealous and cowardly. You are the very definition of anthropomorphism.; You have been attributed with human traits without actually having them. You are lower than an animal and are pathetic.
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Aug 12, 2016
Aug 12, 2016 at 5:44 PM UTC
james-jarrett
How poets fight
You should sulk away in shame. You are a bottom feeder pretending to be predacious. Life has shown you that in the order of life, you will rapaciously lick the lips of the alpha every time . You mistake your pretension for power, and you and only you make that mistake. Don’t think that any other believes that you are anything more than the absolute bottom of the order. You can cry to all who will listen about your greatness and only the most ignorant will believe; For a while. Your attempts to empower yourself by belittling others is a pathetic attempt to cover your own inadequacies. Maybe you haven’t realized yet that they can’t be covered, that everyone really can see you for whom you are. I am amazed that something would actually mate with you. I can’t believe that one of your slightly more pretentious peers has not taken her from you yet. You are a disgusting example of a human being. You are petty, jealous and cowardly. You are the very definition of anthropomorphism.; You have been attributed with human traits without actually having them. You are lower than an animal and are pathetic.
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When I was a kid I didn't like waking up before afternoon, except for a Saturday...'Let me watch those cartoons.' I watched 'Smurfs' and 'Transformers', to say the least. Also 'Disneyland' shows with talking tea cups as in 'Beauty and the beast.' As an adult I know 'Racoons' really don't talk, in the way we can tell. Now there is 'Harry Potter', wonder if he can really do spell. Forests and fairies and trees sometimes dance. Also in, 'Wizard of oz,'  the yellow brick road was given a chance. Like magical kingdoms with mountain tops with peaks at their highest.   With fairies looking like little people.... Oh my.... now there's Anthropomorphism at its finest.
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Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 8:18 PM UTC
Sherri
Anthropomorphism at its finest
When I was a kid I didn't like waking up before afternoon, except for a Saturday...'Let me watch those cartoons.' I watched 'Smurfs' and 'Transformers', to say the least. Also 'Disneyland' shows with talking tea cups as in 'Beauty and the beast.' As an adult I know 'Racoons' really don't talk, in the way we can tell. Now there is 'Harry Potter', wonder if he can really do spell. Forests and fairies and trees sometimes dance. Also in, 'Wizard of oz,'  the yellow brick road was given a chance. Like magical kingdoms with mountain tops with peaks at their highest.   With fairies looking like little people.... Oh my.... now there's Anthropomorphism at its finest.
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Not for you Winter's truculence. Unlikely extrovert, Up you thrust Into The jagged air Defiant Yet Gentle Anthropomorphism Of the New.
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Jan 2, 2021
Jan 2, 2021 at 11:41 AM UTC
simon-piesse
Ave Snowdrop
Not for you Winter's truculence. Unlikely extrovert, Up you thrust Into The jagged air Defiant Yet Gentle Anthropomorphism Of the New.
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the numbers were in and it didn't look pretty you people surrender your minds so easily they dumb you down and you know it they dumb you down and you let them but it wasn’t exactly coercion either basically the truth is we have many souls most of them severe critics to be evaded where they came from nobody knows at the dawn of time a single drop of blood fell on Mother Nature's pouting lips then and there she was hooked forever on the prodigality of infinite misuse a million wasted ***** is no way to live each one a potential productive manikin random selection had done its worse evil had survived the millennia just fine well what any breathing human knows is they can always do better next time the point here is to insure a next time it appeared that the world had been flushed down the great stinking ***** pipe again the old school mutates into the new school goodbye old school you have tried to become a national holiday that no one feels the necessity to celebrate needless to say the faculty weren't listening and caroused down the lane into the woods but it was too late for regret anyhow the old school had initiated him into the Clan of the Goat Poet he sees where his next thought comes from everything filled with clues is a clue itself blindness is the human condition idiocy is the subhuman condition infantilism is the transhuman condition anthropomorphism is the...somebody stop him needless to say he dabbled in the grotesque on a need to know basis so it was OK I agree a cheap eruption of demagoguery but you can't be free by hiding in a mirror also I've been getting complaints about vestigial blandness lately my lawyers ****** & Bludgeon had counseled caution in all things so I lapsed into a 5 year walking coma nothing to do but leave on the right note with a casual wave and a simple **** it in case you were wondering everything is the way it is so it would be believable From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
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Jul 14, 2023
Jul 14, 2023 at 6:18 PM UTC
walteralter
The Dog is Talking!
the numbers were in and it didn't look pretty you people surrender your minds so easily they dumb you down and you know it they dumb you down and you let them but it wasn’t exactly coercion either basically the truth is we have many souls most of them severe critics to be evaded where they came from nobody knows at the dawn of time a single drop of blood fell on Mother Nature's pouting lips then and there she was hooked forever on the prodigality of infinite misuse a million wasted ***** is no way to live each one a potential productive manikin random selection had done its worse evil had survived the millennia just fine well what any breathing human knows is they can always do better next time the point here is to insure a next time it appeared that the world had been flushed down the great stinking ***** pipe again the old school mutates into the new school goodbye old school you have tried to become a national holiday that no one feels the necessity to celebrate needless to say the faculty weren't listening and caroused down the lane into the woods but it was too late for regret anyhow the old school had initiated him into the Clan of the Goat Poet he sees where his next thought comes from everything filled with clues is a clue itself blindness is the human condition idiocy is the subhuman condition infantilism is the transhuman condition anthropomorphism is the...somebody stop him needless to say he dabbled in the grotesque on a need to know basis so it was OK I agree a cheap eruption of demagoguery but you can't be free by hiding in a mirror also I've been getting complaints about vestigial blandness lately my lawyers ****** & Bludgeon had counseled caution in all things so I lapsed into a 5 year walking coma nothing to do but leave on the right note with a casual wave and a simple **** it in case you were wondering everything is the way it is so it would be believable From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
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Some people think animals don't feel emotions perhaps out of a lack of empathy or a backlash against anthropomorphism either way I have a hard time agreeing because dogs seem ****** off when they growl and there has to be a mechanism to trigger that. Factors like language and cognition differentiate humans and animals so I don't think a dog wonders why it's relaxing on the floor while a buck's head hangs from the wall. But I do. I wonder what goes through the mind of a doe as it watches its fawn get hit by a car it may not feel the same depression as us but it had an instinctual obligation that has been abruptly removed there must be some friction in its mind between what is and should be. I've felt that friction for animals before like when I was at my friend's house he saw a big spider (by Kentucky standards) and crushed it dozens of tiny spiders crawled from its corpse shocked and disgusted my friend started stomping on all of them as I watched I felt bad for the spider she was a mother that failed her natural duty due to forces much larger than her all it took was the wrong place and wrong time for the result to be crushing failure. I wonder if animals are more like humans or if humans are more like animals because there are plenty of people that make me wonder if they feel any emotions.
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Aug 5, 2021
Aug 5, 2021 at 6:26 AM UTC
andrew-rueter
Animal Emotions
Some people think animals don't feel emotions perhaps out of a lack of empathy or a backlash against anthropomorphism either way I have a hard time agreeing because dogs seem ****** off when they growl and there has to be a mechanism to trigger that. Factors like language and cognition differentiate humans and animals so I don't think a dog wonders why it's relaxing on the floor while a buck's head hangs from the wall. But I do. I wonder what goes through the mind of a doe as it watches its fawn get hit by a car it may not feel the same depression as us but it had an instinctual obligation that has been abruptly removed there must be some friction in its mind between what is and should be. I've felt that friction for animals before like when I was at my friend's house he saw a big spider (by Kentucky standards) and crushed it dozens of tiny spiders crawled from its corpse shocked and disgusted my friend started stomping on all of them as I watched I felt bad for the spider she was a mother that failed her natural duty due to forces much larger than her all it took was the wrong place and wrong time for the result to be crushing failure. I wonder if animals are more like humans or if humans are more like animals because there are plenty of people that make me wonder if they feel any emotions.
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Delve deeper You’ll find it And with it become A superior being United as one In the same sullen joy Of a troubled existence In questions conflicting Our consciousness prisms Envisioning simple’s complexity nexus An omnidirectional Path to perfection Intended by makers Conceived in belief That we are in fact more Than a lifetime of grief
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May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 12:06 AM UTC
michael-marchese
Anthropomorphism
Delve deeper You’ll find it And with it become A superior being United as one In the same sullen joy Of a troubled existence In questions conflicting Our consciousness prisms Envisioning simple’s complexity nexus An omnidirectional Path to perfection Intended by makers Conceived in belief That we are in fact more Than a lifetime of grief
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