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"eidetic" poems
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
Asylum
If I were Superman (which I am) You would be my Lois Lane (which you are) If I would fight bad people (which I do) You’d be my reason to succeed (which you are) If I could have superpowers (which I do) You’d be the one I’d use them for (which you are) If I could fly (which I can) I’d carry you wherever you wanted to go, at night, under the moon (which I will) If I had super-strength (which I do) When we **** I’d pick you up because I could (which I do) If I had super-sight and could see all (which I can) I’d know that you like me (which you do) If I had x-ray vision (which I do) I’d use it to see right through you (which I can) If I had an eidetic memory (which I do) I’d remember everything you’ve ever told me (which I can) If I were invincible (which I am) I’d stay with you forever (which I will) If I were to die somehow, someday (which I will) You’d be the person I’d want to see last (which you will be) Let’s face it dear, this Superman (which I am) Will always be here (period)
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May 6, 2012
May 6, 2012 at 9:28 PM UTC
Superheroes, I say
Fertile earth’s seductive sorcery Like ephemeral effulgence’s effluent effusion Can lead you to believe that it’s not a travesty Like life’s visceral intuitive eternal is not lost in subtle evasive confusion Life’s virile translucence reflects this glow Like an aorist ensemble of interludes transposition Can lead you to believe that you’re in the know Like omnipresence presages omniscience’s ubiquity is existential exigency’s peroration’s exposition Corporeally preternatural metaphysical mystique Like a mirador bartizan tableau panorama Can inspire us to rise above its critique Like spatiotemporal’s telemetry incarnate is creation’s vivid intrepid cyclorama Spectral verve’s liaison’s consortium Like eclectic synectic’s conclave’s fatidic Can leave you lost in germane compendium Like terminus thrall’s apriori inclination is transcendental accession’s endemic mnemonic Monad’s transitional majestic splendor Like residual harmonic vibration’s resilience Can autonomously evoke and vicariously render Like rubato’s actuator’s prospectus revealed is orchestration rendition’s intriguing brilliance Eidetic preterit’s aesthetic amendments Like protractive analyses’ dimensional delineation Can lead to cogent salacious enticements Like phantasmagoria’s fantasia fantastication’s magniloquence is sultry solace’s ostentatious ideation
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Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 8:07 PM UTC
Verbose
An entire lifetime remembered In a solitary fragment of blood Supernovas explode in the blackness of our eyes I can see your androgynous ****** form Sitting in wicker chairs Juggling martinis and cigarettes Dressed in Homecoming White With a penchant for persecution We’re choking on chlorine And leisurely drowning in anonymity Still the daydreams of my consequences linger on
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Sep 11, 2011
Sep 11, 2011 at 2:03 PM UTC
Eidetic Memory
Grievous grace, has due yesterday’s blue Autonomous avarice enigma entity’s hue Identity crisis guidon guile’s due Mystic symbiosis’ existential true Apostrophe sabbat transcendental kitsch Consortium liaison’s libido’s glitch Translucent opulence’s lambent’s a ***** Metaphysical mystique is black as pitch Terrestrial equestrian tellurian's terrene Adamant tenacity’s obtusely obscene Obstinate loquacity spiritually serene Maniacally meticulous  dexterity’s preen Lucid cogent fecund’s maieutic Incarnate’s manumissional eidetic Spatiotemporal telemetry’s fanatic Logistical tactician’s primal ecstatic Chicanery dynamism’s  opulent fealty Intrinsic innate retrospective cruelty Indigenous endemic inherent frailty Corrupt costume counselor subtlety Gambit alluvium aloof impunity Immunity is epicurian absurdity Who are we to us credulity Nimbus nimiety nihilism’s congruity
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Jun 1, 2013
Jun 1, 2013 at 8:39 AM UTC
Cogent
i. you broke both my legs and i'm still trying to walk. you ripped concertos from the back of my throat and said, "look how beautiful you are." ii. you don't have a nice smile. you smile like it's hurting you, like it's tearing you apart from the inside and you choke out words like stakes digging into my back, saying, "then again, you did seem heaven sent." iii. you sing church hymns with your whole self, your body pulsating with the force of it. you look at me when you sing, narrow your eyes as you kiss me, singing amazing grace like it actually meant something to you. iv. you're biblical. you kiss my fingers and hiss holy words into the spaces between them, recite verses when we go to sleep at night, whispering, "i don't have much faith left for messiahs, but i'm pretty sure you could be one." v. i hate you and i don't know why. actually, that's wrong. i hate you because you never really died, did you, you're still here, imprinted across every surface in my house did you know that having an eidetic memory means i will never be able to forget you? vi. you shattered my jaw and took the remains with you, painting a mural in different shades of red, saying, "sweetheart, this is how you look best." vii. you told me once that vampires are just vengeful angels and i don't know if i still believe that. i don't know if i ever believed that. i don't know what you believe when you tell me, "look at the mess you've made." viii. i wonder how long i've been faithless, or faithful. whatever you want to call it, sweetheart, when you say, "you could have been all this, love, and more."
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Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 4:00 PM UTC
and that's why i stopped stealing cigarettes from dead people
i. you broke both my legs and i'm still trying to walk. you ripped concertos from the back of my throat and said, "look how beautiful you are." ii. you don't have a nice smile. you smile like it's hurting you, like it's tearing you apart from the inside and you choke out words like stakes digging into my back, saying, "then again, you did seem heaven sent." iii. you sing church hymns with your whole self, your body pulsating with the force of it. you look at me when you sing, narrow your eyes as you kiss me, singing amazing grace like it actually meant something to you. iv. you're biblical. you kiss my fingers and hiss holy words into the spaces between them, recite verses when we go to sleep at night, whispering, "i don't have much faith left for messiahs, but i'm pretty sure you could be one." v. i hate you and i don't know why. actually, that's wrong. i hate you because you never really died, did you, you're still here, imprinted across every surface in my house did you know that having an eidetic memory means i will never be able to forget you? vi. you shattered my jaw and took the remains with you, painting a mural in different shades of red, saying, "sweetheart, this is how you look best." vii. you told me once that vampires are just vengeful angels and i don't know if i still believe that. i don't know if i ever believed that. i don't know what you believe when you tell me, "look at the mess you've made." viii. i wonder how long i've been faithless, or faithful. whatever you want to call it, sweetheart, when you say, "you could have been all this, love, and more."
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.  .  .  .  .  .  . .                 . .  .   .   .   .   .   . i would like a space marked out wherein in silence i'd observe my sacral auguries,   and insularly divine amid mid-dawning light contingencies, to sweep a magic sweep for sunrise-                                                                        -tabula|_|rasa and find, founded in a flout: a sect beyond sects to section self sectionless~ inwrought helix interhelix nest~ and there reside attentively ()blinking()        s l o w      ...ly in rainbow eyelash quiver flow, arrows     soaring      ' '  '    '         '              'centerly to        pin    each                whirl of dream,                        of sleep,                            mneumonic residue,                                              prehensions right    or wrong    clear through -- symbological goo, too-- all too evidently called from out an obvious deep oblivion of plenum om, or so it's said it's seen in clear eidetic percept room of alter overmInd of mindstuff's tomb [*] and form of selfish altar drama gone and soon for looking in or out or neither both oblique, about aboutness-mirror zoom~ to which what spectionism halves behaving in a twofold twining intro free: the finest of the fine: insight-interred        intuited sign quiescently, albeit doubtfully at times, benign . . . .
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Aug 4, 2012
Aug 4, 2012 at 4:32 PM UTC
(templum) for an inner sectionalism (/escapism)
.  .  .  .  .  .  . .                 . .  .   .   .   .   .   . i would like a space marked out wherein in silence i'd observe my sacral auguries,   and insularly divine amid mid-dawning light contingencies, to sweep a magic sweep for sunrise-                                                                        -tabula|_|rasa and find, founded in a flout: a sect beyond sects to section self sectionless~ inwrought helix interhelix nest~ and there reside attentively ()blinking()        s l o w      ...ly in rainbow eyelash quiver flow, arrows     soaring      ' '  '    '         '              'centerly to        pin    each                whirl of dream,                        of sleep,                            mneumonic residue,                                              prehensions right    or wrong    clear through -- symbological goo, too-- all too evidently called from out an obvious deep oblivion of plenum om, or so it's said it's seen in clear eidetic percept room of alter overmInd of mindstuff's tomb [*] and form of selfish altar drama gone and soon for looking in or out or neither both oblique, about aboutness-mirror zoom~ to which what spectionism halves behaving in a twofold twining intro free: the finest of the fine: insight-interred        intuited sign quiescently, albeit doubtfully at times, benign . . . .
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Purely noumenal or epistemologically maieutic?   Existentially transcendental transmogrification, transmute, transude, transubstantiate.  Spiritual apercu’s incarnate.  Infinite possibilities eidetic prospectus perpetrates incorporeity ideology’s perfectible ontology.  Elan vital’s entelechy’s apotheosis.  Psychic clarity’s evolutional ascension.  Perpetuity’s adamant tenacity.  Sentience’s inevitably irrefragable logistical tactician.  Preternatural’s ostensibly immortal fecund.  Yes, lie with me and I will indeed proceed to exceed the parameters of your mind with mesmerizingly enrapturing ecstatic euphoria.  Sublimely surreal futurity fatidic and  decadently arrogant blatant flagrancy.  Incorrigible atrociously impetuous impudence,  pusillanimous no.  Enthrallingly endearing sensually demonstrative flirtatious flamboyance.  What’s to extravagant exorbitance portray……… exserted protuberance’s indefatigably indomitable.  Sexuality’s infrangibly latent virilities, erotica erectile errantry’s hubris!  Feral phrenic frenzied ***** salaciously seductive.
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Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 5:40 PM UTC
Pneuma’s Epigamic Hubris
Fertile earth’s seductive sorcery Like ephemeral effulgence’s effluent effusion Can lead you to believe that it’s not a travesty Like life’s visceral intuitive eternal is not lost in subtle evasive confusion Life’s virile translucence reflects this glow Like an aorist ensemble of interludes transposition Can lead you to believe that you’re in the know Like omnipresence presages omniscience’s ubiquity is existential exigency’s peroration’s exposition Corporeally preternatural's metaphysical mystique Like a mirador bartizan tableau panorama Can inspire us to rise above its critique Like spatiotemporal’s telemetry incarnate is creation’s vivid intrepid cyclorama Spectral verve’s liaison’s consortium Like eclectic synectic’s conclave’s fatidic Can leave you lost in germane compendium Like terminus thrall’s apriori inclination is transcendental accession’s endemic mnemonic Monad’s transitional majestic splendor Like residual harmonic vibration’s resilience Can autonomously evoke and vicariously render Like rubato’s actuator’s prospectus revealed is orchestration rendition’s intriguing brilliance Eidetic preterit’s aesthetic amendments Like protractive analyses’ dimensional delineations Can lead to cogent salacious enticements Like phantasmagoria’s fantasia fantastication’s magniloquence is sultry solace’s ostentatious ideation
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Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 2:47 AM UTC
Verbose
Swanky sauntering swagger of a sashay.  Verve’s chutzpah, moxie savvy's panache, dexterously agile acuity.  Articulate coordinated excellence and prowess’s talented exceptional.  Objectified manifest's eidetic prospectus's invertible investiture's infinite possibilities perpetrate incorporeity ideology's perfectible ontology!    Intrepid intuitive intrigue, mystical magical multifariously versatile nefarious nemesis.  Malfeasance evocative tout, execrating eventuation evocative expletives, executant tour de force entelechy's apotheosis.  Ne plus ultra irrefragable opulence, erudite illuminism numinous piquant poignancy.  Dynamic livid lurid vagile puissance.  Lucid orotund sonorous fecund resilience.   Eloquent exuberance felicitous transcendent epiphany.  Nuance tactile audacious preternatural metaphysical clairvoyant imperative.  Augur quantum ominous avant-garde profundity, virulent vivid indomitably indefatigable cogent fatidic, quintessential deft.  Celerity innovative veracious metamorphic, adroit nimble avid austere.  Fulgurous astute atman clever crafty rapacious sagacious.  Effulgent zealous fastuous temerity machismo enunciation diction, imperative repartee.  Exserted protuberance educement proclivities succinctly ostentatious.  Ardent arduous inductive adamant incursion ostensible hornswoggling swashbuckler!
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Aug 14, 2020
Aug 14, 2020 at 2:55 AM UTC
Hubris
He was confined to his room and seldom left the house His parents were scared of the attention he may arouse At 3 months itself he had started to speak Relatives never stayed in touch because they thought he was a freak With an IQ level higher than Albert Einstein If he was let go he would definitely be enshrined At the age of 7 he had deciphered meta physics The reason for this boy being so smart was apparently his brain being psychedelic At the age of 9, his parents found a hand made robot under his bed And a self made bike, like never seen before, in their shed He never went to school and was tutored at home Though he never needed either due to his extraordinary chromosone His weakness was the ordinary; he couldn't calculate when to break or when to steer On the other hand, his eidetic memory allowed him to recite all 154 sonnets of William Shakespeare The only real fear for the parents was the world finding out Nothing stays in; the suspicious neighbors broke in, saw his works and let out a shout So the parents took the boy and made a run for it The boy trailed behind clueless; this wasn't his area of wit But nothing can stay a secret in this world of nosy men The government, in no time, located their den His parents didn't want him to get into the wrong hands; but they couldn't even ask him to run And that's why The Boy Who Knew Too Much would never again see the sun...
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Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 10:44 AM UTC
The Boy Who Knew Too Much
Grievous grace, has due yesterday’s blue Autonomous avarice enigma entity’s hue Identity crisis guidon guile’s due Mystic symbiosis’ existential true Apostrophe sabbat transcendental kitsch Consortium liaison’s libido’s glitch Translucent opulence’s lambent’s a ***** Metaphysical mystique is black as pitch Terrestrial equestrian tellurian's terrene Adamant tenacity’s obtusely obscene Obstinate loquacity spiritually serene Maniacally meticulous  dexterity’s preen Lucid cogent fecund’s maieutic Incarnate’s manumissional eidetic Spatiotemporal telemetry’s fanatic Logistical tactician’s primal ecstatic Chicanery dynamism’s  opulent fealty Intrinsic innate retrospective cruelty Indigenous endemic inherent frailty Corrupt costume counselor subtlety Gambit alluvium aloof impunity Immunity is Epicurean absurdity Who are we to us complicity Nimbus nimiety exorcism’s congruity
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Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 1:32 AM UTC
Cogent
I'd wanted to see the moon again – Pockmarked and ivory, entering and Innuendo, like crisp leaves under foot; “Crunch, crunch, crunch,” and so went The cereal before sog. Parallel, the same Suffering’s smeared come my bones Under foot, under cloud and ‘ever as I’d wander empty if even with you. You've Turned back and continue to study, “Away.” I'd wanted to see the moon again - Come the scent of fried wantons and Neon glance; “Crackle, crackle, Crackle,” like hot dogs over fires, only Hindered, the hiss of a boy’s tears atop Flame, so long as I'd understand empty, If only with you. But your two’s atop His lips, a smear upon the line we call, “Horizon,” and so continues, this study Of, “away.” And I'd never see the moon again – So Silence became the sun, a blight, a Bright, the, “shiny,” I'd wish banned; Like the eerie, like the day dad’d packed His bags or day he'd finally died; If only To accept this solitude, miasma Subtracted you, with everything else, But emptied you. An impasse atop Endeared eidetic, as I’ll try and I’ll Recall and I’ll fail, this test to finally Forget. So I’d rest with an, “F,” he’d rest in An urn and you’d rest, simply rest, at the Top of your class, without fault, and a Graduate, your study of, “away.”
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Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 10:25 AM UTC
Two Moons – “Pockmarked,” and, “Ivory”
Perhaps everything that has ever existed will exist forever in the psychic clarity of God.  Retrospectively retroactive's omniscient ubiquity.  Objectified manifest's infinite possibilities exponentially extemporaneous eidetic prospectus perpetrates incorporeity ideology's perfectible ontology.     Imagination's immaturities would seem to purvey that these things are irrefragably inevitable in the light of noumenal sentience's semantic regalia.  Astral projection's distance traveled time spent's dynamic progressiveness to clairaudience clairvoyance existential extremity.   Spatiotemporal telemetry tactician's trajectory extant is totally tangential.  Extravagantly exorbitant's flirtatious flamboyance to flippantly flighty flit-ness.  Down here at the bizarre  bazaar we all believe in the blasphemous farcical fugue-ness estranged ensemble orchestrations and all.  Some of us are even into the various assorted forms of related stranger weirdness, similar states of analogous collusion and ancillary subordinateness.  Laboriously beleaguering hypercritically meticulous tedium, excruciating exacerbations of autonomous avarice.   I'd like to think that these arguments have leverage on the reconnaissance reconnoiter.  Mentality's osteopathic prescience is an empirical substance.  Psychokinesis is an art.  Eclectic synectics's social contiguities zoomorphic zoolatry to demagoguery could raise us all to new heights of enigmatism and leave our corporeally preternatural finiteness endowed with a fidelity that exceeds itself, foreshadowing life's mysteries.  No more dour droll dreary ochlocracy of an oligarchy.  Stolid stoic bailiff's rake-ness rails, vicarious recalcitrance for all!
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Jan 25, 2025
Jan 25, 2025 at 12:34 PM UTC
Fulgurous fulcrum's fulham
Perhaps everything that has ever existed will exist forever in the psychic clarity of God.  Retrospectively retroactive's omniscient ubiquity.  Objectified manifest's infinite possibilities exponentially extemporaneous eidetic prospectus perpetrates incorporeity ideology's perfectible ontology.     Imagination's immaturities would seem to purvey that these things are irrefragably inevitable in the light of noumenal sentience's semantic regalia.  Astral projection's distance traveled time spent's dynamic progressiveness to clairaudience clairvoyance existential extremity.   Spatiotemporal telemetry tactician's trajectory extant is totally tangential.  Extravagantly exorbitant's flirtatious flamboyance to flippantly flighty flit-ness.  Down here at the bizarre  bazaar we all believe in the blasphemous farcical fugue-ness estranged ensemble orchestrations and all.  Some of us are even into the various assorted forms of related stranger weirdness, similar states of analogous collusion and ancillary subordinateness.  Laboriously beleaguering hypercritically meticulous tedium, excruciating exacerbations of autonomous avarice.   I'd like to think that these arguments have leverage on the reconnaissance reconnoiter.  Mentality's osteopathic prescience is an empirical substance.  Psychokinesis is an art.  Eclectic synectics's social contiguities zoomorphic zoolatry to demagoguery could raise us all to new heights of enigmatism and leave our corporeally preternatural finiteness endowed with a fidelity that exceeds itself, foreshadowing life's mysteries.  No more dour droll dreary ochlocracy of an oligarchy.  Stolid stoic bailiff's rake-ness rails, vicarious recalcitrance for all!
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I've said before that what matters is never the size ofyour ink budget, the fact that you can run thirty minutes at a stretch on a featureless track or your special attachment to decorative BIC lighters but a kind of mute complexity that turns suspended spirals in the water of your soul I want you to be at times a tempest and at others a trade wind, staid and insistent. I want you to lock eyes with stars through the ceiling. I want to see a look in you that says they have returned it. I want to see your eyes recede into a place no reassurance can reach, eidetic and dense. Send your mind to hell by mail but come back when the post goes out put your cheek at the root of my neck and tell me that it's getting late, and aren't you tired?
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Feb 23, 2010
Feb 23, 2010 at 10:41 AM UTC
Pillow Talk
Cresol dusk imbued to rustic hypnosis, The civic stroll outside,zombified with What must be glorious ataxia. The masquerade hosted by dust, An implicit surrender to the elements, Basked in nocturnia-- lo, The elements ceased having meaning When I learnt I could not hold control   over them. See the sky ramp and shiver,shuffling stars In a showcase to those loving,an augury to those Self-appointed sinners-- And see me,disconnected and without a care, I surrender my breath as limboid tangents And the elements do not rebut. I am homed in becoming alone, I am possessed in converse and I am lost   without the choice to be otherwise. I watch the gimcrack mannerisms loop effably, Understanding the road to omniscience is tipped In ego alone-- One must not surrender,rather accept And work a way round the system. The cosmic map is eidetic,it's lanuage   dares not pander to speech,   it's sleep is one day needed   and complimentary to our own-- I listen to the madrigal and no longer seek to compose it, I choose to believe that nothing is chosen.
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Aug 21, 2019
Aug 21, 2019 at 3:22 PM UTC
Unfolded and weeping,tribute to S Olsen
The very essence of the human, Classed as **** Sapiens, With hopes to save our troubled world, For generations of boys and girls, The lemmings never seem to listen, Is self-destruction our human mission? Australia sells them our uranium, We are the global rogue nation, The stand-off of nuclear weapons, No one wants to push the first button, Still, we ain't dead yet, Disarming the world would be a better get, No lemmings ever seem to listen, Is eidetic obliteration our true mission?
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Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 7:12 PM UTC
ESSENCE OF MANKIND....
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
Asylum
Laying in the grass/ Subjugated to the good ol spring days/ the olfactory brings back those adolescent antics/ actually eidetic/ so much so the textile warms the thought/ unadulterated inhale chirp chirp from the north/ blades of grass flows like waves/ As the wind blows away wishing dandelions/ Bulbs on the trees blossom/ bees buzzing for pollen/ slumbered under oak in a daze/ day dreaming awoke from the haze/ To an ant hill under thy leg butterfly effect/ stood up carefully as to not upset/ a wide open yawn arms outstretched/ Under my breath Saying spring days Are the best/
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Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 5:51 PM UTC
Laying in the grass
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
Asylum