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"hyphen" poems
Do I relate to the post-postmodern True-life voodoo incomes are hard-earned If I put a hyphen between words Does that spawn a new one like lovebirds Isn't love the same word that I saw Don't crows live like bandits and outlaws Don't they have the outlook of bourgeois Carry stolen crackers in their claws There's no change that I couldn't change Every change that I change always stays the same I wanna sing with a slingshot serenade I wanna donate change to a masquerade I wanna die while I'm in the spotlight I want my death to inspire a rewrite I want to blur the lines of insight I want to make them think that I'm their height So give me all your red green yellow blue If you can find a pool then I'll refract with you You're a mirage and your favorite color's see-through You're my fata morgana from this point of view Are there any words for my freakshow feelings Isn't sugarcoated terminology appealing Wouldn't it be easier to represent the meaning Of a hard to swallow concept with an arbitrary ceiling Cryptic cultish crease in the catalog Paranoia backtrack to analog I can run much faster than I can jog Magic circle summoning Chernobog I can break the barrier of sound and space With these essential elemental explanations in your face But it doesn't matter everything I say will go to waste Because the power of the mind is putting power out of place Hindsight reflecting, teenagers texting Late to the punch with the big money flexing Let's settle this with a match in the ring Or a match to the rope of a cannon firing I wanna die while I'm in the spotlight I want my death to inspire a rewrite I want to blur the lines of insight I want to make them think that I'm their height I wanna hypnotize and paralyze I wanna make them think that I'm their size I wanna break their spirits drink their blood I wanna **** their souls I wanna **** them good
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Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 7:58 PM UTC
armonparty
lovebirds
Do I relate to the post-postmodern True-life voodoo incomes are hard-earned If I put a hyphen between words Does that spawn a new one like lovebirds Isn't love the same word that I saw Don't crows live like bandits and outlaws Don't they have the outlook of bourgeois Carry stolen crackers in their claws There's no change that I couldn't change Every change that I change always stays the same I wanna sing with a slingshot serenade I wanna donate change to a masquerade I wanna die while I'm in the spotlight I want my death to inspire a rewrite I want to blur the lines of insight I want to make them think that I'm their height So give me all your red green yellow blue If you can find a pool then I'll refract with you You're a mirage and your favorite color's see-through You're my fata morgana from this point of view Are there any words for my freakshow feelings Isn't sugarcoated terminology appealing Wouldn't it be easier to represent the meaning Of a hard to swallow concept with an arbitrary ceiling Cryptic cultish crease in the catalog Paranoia backtrack to analog I can run much faster than I can jog Magic circle summoning Chernobog I can break the barrier of sound and space With these essential elemental explanations in your face But it doesn't matter everything I say will go to waste Because the power of the mind is putting power out of place Hindsight reflecting, teenagers texting Late to the punch with the big money flexing Let's settle this with a match in the ring Or a match to the rope of a cannon firing I wanna die while I'm in the spotlight I want my death to inspire a rewrite I want to blur the lines of insight I want to make them think that I'm their height I wanna hypnotize and paralyze I wanna make them think that I'm their size I wanna break their spirits drink their blood I wanna **** their souls I wanna **** them good
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the world needs a lesson in self esteem we can start by re-examining exactly what each part of that term means self (hyphen): "to, with, toward, for, on, in oneself" esteem: "favorable opinion or judgement; respect or regard" self esteem: to hold a favorable opinion or judgement, respect or regard, to, with, toward, for, on, or in oneself the world needs this lesson because our children do not know what this term means because the reason they do not know is because their parents did not know because the reason their parents did not know is because every generation before them passed along a belief that you had to fit into every box, had to blend in to every crowd, had to meet every bullet point on the checklist in order to be considered a person of worth because the great secret that they never told is that people were not made to fit into boxes, or be marked on a checklist because my mother married a man who did not deserve her because she thought that she wouldn't be able to do any better because that man looked at his beautiful new stepdaughter and told her she was worthless, and that her mother knew it too because that girl was cursed with the hips and the **** and the waist of her great grandmother and when she went to school with her stepfather's words in her head a boy in her second grade class said the same **** things, and worse because i was that girl and i was never the girl who got to walk behind me in the hallways and laugh at the way that my shirt was too tight, and my thighs were too big, and laugh even harder when i cried because my best friend in high school was always "the hot one" and because i cried myself to sleep every time one of our guy friends talked to me about how much he wanted to **** her because i craved objectification before i'd even finished ninth grade because i wished that i could sink my hands into my own flesh and rip pieces away and be left with something "beautiful" because i looked in the mirror every day of my life and pointed out every small detail of what was wrong with my reflection because i hoped that would help me pretend it didn't hurt when other people pointed out the imperfections because even after satisfying girlfriend boyfriend girlfriend boyfriend, i still did not feel good about my own body because it took finding the woman that i want to spend the rest of my life with to make me want to turn the lights on when we **** because she is the most beautiful woman that i have ever seen but before me, she'd always wanted to leave the lights off too because we are grateful to each other for the confidence we have gained and because we both wish we hadn't needed the other to find something that should have been found within ourselves the world needs a lesson in self-esteem and i know this because i had to write this poem
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May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 7:19 PM UTC
emma-shinn
The World Needs a Lesson in Self-Esteem
the world needs a lesson in self esteem we can start by re-examining exactly what each part of that term means self (hyphen): "to, with, toward, for, on, in oneself" esteem: "favorable opinion or judgement; respect or regard" self esteem: to hold a favorable opinion or judgement, respect or regard, to, with, toward, for, on, or in oneself the world needs this lesson because our children do not know what this term means because the reason they do not know is because their parents did not know because the reason their parents did not know is because every generation before them passed along a belief that you had to fit into every box, had to blend in to every crowd, had to meet every bullet point on the checklist in order to be considered a person of worth because the great secret that they never told is that people were not made to fit into boxes, or be marked on a checklist because my mother married a man who did not deserve her because she thought that she wouldn't be able to do any better because that man looked at his beautiful new stepdaughter and told her she was worthless, and that her mother knew it too because that girl was cursed with the hips and the **** and the waist of her great grandmother and when she went to school with her stepfather's words in her head a boy in her second grade class said the same **** things, and worse because i was that girl and i was never the girl who got to walk behind me in the hallways and laugh at the way that my shirt was too tight, and my thighs were too big, and laugh even harder when i cried because my best friend in high school was always "the hot one" and because i cried myself to sleep every time one of our guy friends talked to me about how much he wanted to **** her because i craved objectification before i'd even finished ninth grade because i wished that i could sink my hands into my own flesh and rip pieces away and be left with something "beautiful" because i looked in the mirror every day of my life and pointed out every small detail of what was wrong with my reflection because i hoped that would help me pretend it didn't hurt when other people pointed out the imperfections because even after satisfying girlfriend boyfriend girlfriend boyfriend, i still did not feel good about my own body because it took finding the woman that i want to spend the rest of my life with to make me want to turn the lights on when we **** because she is the most beautiful woman that i have ever seen but before me, she'd always wanted to leave the lights off too because we are grateful to each other for the confidence we have gained and because we both wish we hadn't needed the other to find something that should have been found within ourselves the world needs a lesson in self-esteem and i know this because i had to write this poem
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1454 Those not live yet Who doubt to live again— “Again” is of a twice But this—is one— The Ship beneath the Draw Aground—is he? Death—so—the Hyphen of the Sea— Deep is the Schedule Of the Disk to be— Costumeless Consciousness— That is he—
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Emily Dickinson
Those not live yet
1454 Those not live yet Who doubt to live again— “Again” is of a twice But this—is one— The Ship beneath the Draw Aground—is he? Death—so—the Hyphen of the Sea— Deep is the Schedule Of the Disk to be— Costumeless Consciousness— That is he—
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if the sinking-of-boat …ice-cream by name be deducted from the swept-off-in-flood … by name roll no 31 then would the wings of the comics cease to exist what says the uninterrupted sound of water-falling from the stomach of the moon what writes the pus and blood what writes the fuming-hot rice the creepers and the herbs grow continuously in the insomniac bath-tub the sounds of the horse-hoof floated by the river used to change the velocity of its clothes both in the morning and evening the birds from the cornice go to school by dip-swimming it may come one day when the fishes become very angry and in the tale of the sweet-meat the potter will destroy the jointly-built bee-hive then all hurricane would be habituated to dinner sans saliva then there would be no such morning-walk in the body of the trees from which such a bore could be found out through which an elderly saral may fly into the blue translation of a squirrel the magnetic field of the orange-pulp and the productivity of the open window reside in the same locality if their frequency be touched   then the the antenna of the mermaids speared with sleeping-oil may be injured by burnings their eyes the crow-birds knocks at in the soap-foams produced by the afternoon the pond with a jumping deer wants to make bite   it is not known by this way when a white hyphen sticks to the palate of the shirt now put off all the whispers and let it be talked on the will-paper of the bees why the pages from the honourable ash-trays be excluded those bunch of waters that come out from the churning of the anises and the jumps born of their ***** also make friends with the group-photos now let this other night sends its best wishes to the future candles through a cell-phone
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Sep 14, 2010
Sep 14, 2010 at 5:25 PM UTC
murari-sinha
soap-song
if the sinking-of-boat …ice-cream by name be deducted from the swept-off-in-flood … by name roll no 31 then would the wings of the comics cease to exist what says the uninterrupted sound of water-falling from the stomach of the moon what writes the pus and blood what writes the fuming-hot rice the creepers and the herbs grow continuously in the insomniac bath-tub the sounds of the horse-hoof floated by the river used to change the velocity of its clothes both in the morning and evening the birds from the cornice go to school by dip-swimming it may come one day when the fishes become very angry and in the tale of the sweet-meat the potter will destroy the jointly-built bee-hive then all hurricane would be habituated to dinner sans saliva then there would be no such morning-walk in the body of the trees from which such a bore could be found out through which an elderly saral may fly into the blue translation of a squirrel the magnetic field of the orange-pulp and the productivity of the open window reside in the same locality if their frequency be touched   then the the antenna of the mermaids speared with sleeping-oil may be injured by burnings their eyes the crow-birds knocks at in the soap-foams produced by the afternoon the pond with a jumping deer wants to make bite   it is not known by this way when a white hyphen sticks to the palate of the shirt now put off all the whispers and let it be talked on the will-paper of the bees why the pages from the honourable ash-trays be excluded those bunch of waters that come out from the churning of the anises and the jumps born of their ***** also make friends with the group-photos now let this other night sends its best wishes to the future candles through a cell-phone
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Opening sentence comma semicolon full stop. Next few lines lost to editing. Sentence fragmented dot dot dot exclamation mark. Vague obscure reference to personal experience. Quotation marks hyphen colon question mark. New paragraph. Assonance with dissident dissonance. More lines lost. Closing line end of poem.
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Aug 30, 2010
Aug 30, 2010 at 3:48 AM UTC
miceal-kearney
(insert title)
Opening sentence comma semicolon full stop. Next few lines lost to editing. Sentence fragmented dot dot dot exclamation mark. Vague obscure reference to personal experience. Quotation marks hyphen colon question mark. New paragraph. Assonance with dissident dissonance. More lines lost. Closing line end of poem.
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I play with these words out of boredom and habit. There's so many of them! From "Aardvark" to "Zoo". And then you add in all the odd punctuation Like semi-and-hyphen; And Oh! Exclamation! (and poor little Comma: He hops like a rabbit... He's never quite sure if a Colon would do.) I play with these words like a cat with a twitching Small mouse in his grasp all squealing and itching (the cat... not the mouse... for the mouse is a wreck... With pussy's teeth grasping the small of its neck.) The cat is quite happy! It just takes its time... While Comma allows the Ellipsis the rhyme... I play with these words and the dots and the dashes; Parenthesis [brackets] and to/or/from slashes- With all of the keys 'neath my ten little digits "Somewhat like the cat with the mouse as he fidgets". I've learned to write well from my Pa and my Momma: Yet still I feel bad for that poor little Comma.
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Jan 22, 2011
Jan 22, 2011 at 6:13 PM UTC
timothy-mooney
A Comma's Plight
I play with these words out of boredom and habit. There's so many of them! From "Aardvark" to "Zoo". And then you add in all the odd punctuation Like semi-and-hyphen; And Oh! Exclamation! (and poor little Comma: He hops like a rabbit... He's never quite sure if a Colon would do.) I play with these words like a cat with a twitching Small mouse in his grasp all squealing and itching (the cat... not the mouse... for the mouse is a wreck... With pussy's teeth grasping the small of its neck.) The cat is quite happy! It just takes its time... While Comma allows the Ellipsis the rhyme... I play with these words and the dots and the dashes; Parenthesis [brackets] and to/or/from slashes- With all of the keys 'neath my ten little digits "Somewhat like the cat with the mouse as he fidgets". I've learned to write well from my Pa and my Momma: Yet still I feel bad for that poor little Comma.
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royals mistake the tears cried over animals, esp. those wild and not petted, as if they were man’s added 1 to a million ‘ stones in minature form of the sandy: see that singleton quotation mark? it’s different pause from comma semi-colon or hyphen, it’s the ironic pause - almost compounding the two words. i skullhead i, i the skullhead, i, no more a body than a maxim, i the tomb in stone but in body a bone, i skullhead i, i the skullhead, no more a body than a maxim - why will not death wilt before engaging in the lives or mortals? why will death meddle in mortal amorousness when it will not meddle in a death of a god? **** you death! meddle elsewhere! who are prone to breathe the same air as you; interesting lives make less of a library than libraries readily mothering the lives hardly lived but nonetheless written... eager ***** in section 1, less eager ***** in section 1.5 mature ***** in sectiont 2 of being crazed by crosswords and those dumb books written by young men who "diverged from living" given horse was replaced by motorcycle... and feet were replaced by horse later replaced by ferrari... vroom vroom... and affordable life in london by saudi arabia investments; let's wave to our mothers... we'll be the ones on the premier red carpet for sure... it doesn't matter... i prefer opera to cinematic raqqa... and i prefer theatre to conversation.
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Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 9:09 PM UTC
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carved with an ivory toothpick / where’s the rhino or harry?!
royals mistake the tears cried over animals, esp. those wild and not petted, as if they were man’s added 1 to a million ‘ stones in minature form of the sandy: see that singleton quotation mark? it’s different pause from comma semi-colon or hyphen, it’s the ironic pause - almost compounding the two words. i skullhead i, i the skullhead, i, no more a body than a maxim, i the tomb in stone but in body a bone, i skullhead i, i the skullhead, no more a body than a maxim - why will not death wilt before engaging in the lives or mortals? why will death meddle in mortal amorousness when it will not meddle in a death of a god? **** you death! meddle elsewhere! who are prone to breathe the same air as you; interesting lives make less of a library than libraries readily mothering the lives hardly lived but nonetheless written... eager ***** in section 1, less eager ***** in section 1.5 mature ***** in sectiont 2 of being crazed by crosswords and those dumb books written by young men who "diverged from living" given horse was replaced by motorcycle... and feet were replaced by horse later replaced by ferrari... vroom vroom... and affordable life in london by saudi arabia investments; let's wave to our mothers... we'll be the ones on the premier red carpet for sure... it doesn't matter... i prefer opera to cinematic raqqa... and i prefer theatre to conversation.
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don’t be dashing round oh you so young and dashing dash; so energetic – you just bewilder us all O dash – what a dash you make for it; O dash – what surprises you have in store O dash – you’re not connective tissue like the hyphen; but dash - you are a more dramatic fellow I did use you once, dash - but my sentence tripped and fell; so now when I call on you I ensure I’ve got you tied – like a dog to the leash don’t be dashing round oh you so young and dashing dash; so energetic – you just bewilder us all
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Oct 9, 2010
Oct 9, 2010 at 11:30 AM UTC
raj-arumugam
The dash
don’t be dashing round oh you so young and dashing dash; so energetic – you just bewilder us all O dash – what a dash you make for it; O dash – what surprises you have in store O dash – you’re not connective tissue like the hyphen; but dash - you are a more dramatic fellow I did use you once, dash - but my sentence tripped and fell; so now when I call on you I ensure I’ve got you tied – like a dog to the leash don’t be dashing round oh you so young and dashing dash; so energetic – you just bewilder us all
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In long September light Knocktinkle viewpoint draws elastic shadows over rocks and minds Buzzard like a hyphen, a golden-feathered pause between these eyes and everything they see I have no thoughts up here. They stayed below, waiting while I saw sunset stripe the hills with gold This land tells tales to those who have not lost the tongue But I, a stranger, look with love and guess A glen where witches danced and weary hunters trod tonight rolls peaceful down towards the sea.
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Sep 19, 2011
Sep 19, 2011 at 4:43 PM UTC
alan-mcclure
Viewpoint
In long September light Knocktinkle viewpoint draws elastic shadows over rocks and minds Buzzard like a hyphen, a golden-feathered pause between these eyes and everything they see I have no thoughts up here. They stayed below, waiting while I saw sunset stripe the hills with gold This land tells tales to those who have not lost the tongue But I, a stranger, look with love and guess A glen where witches danced and weary hunters trod tonight rolls peaceful down towards the sea.
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genuine anger, that implodes? kinda makes         you sleepy. been listening to too much      lindsay ellis: drinking... in vino veritas verbatim...      ghost writers?! you have to be kidding me...       kovalski! - yes sir! inquire about the *bookovski           method*! - the hyphen is counter to the concept of a prose narrative in paragraph form, translated into poetry: fwee! fwee!      jittering away, like a sparrow might! **** me, does anger make you sleepy... if anger implodes...      that's like...    the...                  ultimate          sleeping pill; it's a friday? some *****      taking place in central london? thank god i'm not thinking about picking up and marrying the scrap-heap of counter incels. all i seriously wanted was to become a bus driver, the route 5...                        **** anger is so exhausting when it implodes and does, but "doesn't" have an outlet...                you don't teach kids martial arts by kicking one of them in the *****         and watch them curl up like an oyster exposed to electricity asking, or rather, demanding: is there a kojak, a liver, a brain, and an altogether in there?!    like an echo into a cave... imploding anger:   makes you sleepy...      like the adversary of adrenaline... or the emperor's throne room scene music... oh look...                            yet another yawn attempting to lodge itself into the gob of a chimpanzee - caught on camera, "supposedly" laughing; then again... it would refer to the: bankrupt broadcasting corporation, given: sheeee shaville; well... a sort of... oops?! don't worry, you have ******** it's like the new niqab... seems a bit... pointless to ********** if you've been circumcised.
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Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 9:51 PM UTC
removed.polaroid-scrabble
anti-aphrodisiac
genuine anger, that implodes? kinda makes         you sleepy. been listening to too much      lindsay ellis: drinking... in vino veritas verbatim...      ghost writers?! you have to be kidding me...       kovalski! - yes sir! inquire about the *bookovski           method*! - the hyphen is counter to the concept of a prose narrative in paragraph form, translated into poetry: fwee! fwee!      jittering away, like a sparrow might! **** me, does anger make you sleepy... if anger implodes...      that's like...    the...                  ultimate          sleeping pill; it's a friday? some *****      taking place in central london? thank god i'm not thinking about picking up and marrying the scrap-heap of counter incels. all i seriously wanted was to become a bus driver, the route 5...                        **** anger is so exhausting when it implodes and does, but "doesn't" have an outlet...                you don't teach kids martial arts by kicking one of them in the *****         and watch them curl up like an oyster exposed to electricity asking, or rather, demanding: is there a kojak, a liver, a brain, and an altogether in there?!    like an echo into a cave... imploding anger:   makes you sleepy...      like the adversary of adrenaline... or the emperor's throne room scene music... oh look...                            yet another yawn attempting to lodge itself into the gob of a chimpanzee - caught on camera, "supposedly" laughing; then again... it would refer to the: bankrupt broadcasting corporation, given: sheeee shaville; well... a sort of... oops?! don't worry, you have ******** it's like the new niqab... seems a bit... pointless to ********** if you've been circumcised.
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when you love, you’re a country, pierced by daily border exchanged crossings, to your closest neighbor and though, one rerun~returns home by night, to your prior defining borderlines, somehow the externals of the container has had its internality's modified for the lines that prior defined have altered by passing the point of prior, now by thousands of tiny holes breaching the thickened protective lining, by love punches ‘n kisses of pinprick punctures the resistance, pulverized <> you are changed, new language combos spoken, embrace another with a bilingual tonguing, a real treat to entreat each other and that hyphen, that little tiny linear ~ punctuation mark is reflecting your creativity of a Singular Duality it is mark that speaks to a new U~no individuality, blended and connected somehow a duo of someone’s pulverized lines forms a single stronger chord first a puncture then a patching finally an adhesion pleasuring and a new working word: composite the opposite of opposite*
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Nov 14, 2024
Nov 14, 2024 at 7:26 AM UTC
onlylovepoetry
The Pulverized Line (the opposite)
when you love, you’re a country, pierced by daily border exchanged crossings, to your closest neighbor and though, one rerun~returns home by night, to your prior defining borderlines, somehow the externals of the container has had its internality's modified for the lines that prior defined have altered by passing the point of prior, now by thousands of tiny holes breaching the thickened protective lining, by love punches ‘n kisses of pinprick punctures the resistance, pulverized <> you are changed, new language combos spoken, embrace another with a bilingual tonguing, a real treat to entreat each other and that hyphen, that little tiny linear ~ punctuation mark is reflecting your creativity of a Singular Duality it is mark that speaks to a new U~no individuality, blended and connected somehow a duo of someone’s pulverized lines forms a single stronger chord first a puncture then a patching finally an adhesion pleasuring and a new working word: composite the opposite of opposite*
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I'm a dark and twisted guy Who wants to shred El Burnside With a bullet shot by ******* Like Erik Clapton best said it. I'm on the Dark Side of the Moon Smoking Pink Floyd listening to Cudders Smoke anything to hyphen my mood I'm a conartist who laughs at everyone's misadventures But cries when something bad happens to my ancestors. I listen to psychedelic music to put me on the Devil's Swing....so I can let my soul and spirit sleep. A dose of ecstasy in any given music festival. Sasquatch! Lollapalooza, a river dressed as an animal. But I'm acting like a citizen of planet Jupiter. Because of the way I've been living....... I can't get any stupider.
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Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 3:17 PM UTC
geovanni-alfaro
Citizen of Planet Jupiter (el Burnside)
I'm a dark and twisted guy Who wants to shred El Burnside With a bullet shot by ******* Like Erik Clapton best said it. I'm on the Dark Side of the Moon Smoking Pink Floyd listening to Cudders Smoke anything to hyphen my mood I'm a conartist who laughs at everyone's misadventures But cries when something bad happens to my ancestors. I listen to psychedelic music to put me on the Devil's Swing....so I can let my soul and spirit sleep. A dose of ecstasy in any given music festival. Sasquatch! Lollapalooza, a river dressed as an animal. But I'm acting like a citizen of planet Jupiter. Because of the way I've been living....... I can't get any stupider.
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1 Well, I've dated a few guys, sure - you know, being Ms Hyphen I'm sociable, like to bring people together that sort of thing So I dated that guy Exclamation Mark and what the hell, he was shouting all the time! He's just too excitable, not my type Sure, Comma was more sedate but a little too slow for me, you know So I gave guys like Inverted Commas and Parenthesis a try - but hell, they were always trying to frame me So I like said to myself, maybe I'll try someone else from the Mark family, and woooh! - this guy was like questioning me all through dinner and I was like thinking to myself: *What's with this guy? Where does he work? At the NSA or FBI or what?* I guess you know who I'm talking about Well, I dated all the other guys too like Semi-Colon and then Colon but you know, one liked to separate; and the other was always out with his smartphone listing things I said 2 So I nearly gave up dating when I thought - *Hey what about Dash? That's a dashing fellow surely and he seems to be just like me* (except he is - as is apt for a guy - long) but he was just like Semi-Colon - always separating people You got to bring people together in this world, you know; that's what this world needs Yes, I dated Full Stop too but he was always getting me to stop and besides, he said his alias was Period - now that freaked me out, you know *Hey, what kind of guy walks around with a name like Period?* I'll tell you like who's the worst guy to date, OK - that's Apostrophe: O listen darling, was he ever so possessive! 3 Well, I'll give my dating career a break - maybe come next year, I might try dating 2nd of February
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Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 6:34 AM UTC
raj-arumugam
Ms Hyphen's dates
1 Well, I've dated a few guys, sure - you know, being Ms Hyphen I'm sociable, like to bring people together that sort of thing So I dated that guy Exclamation Mark and what the hell, he was shouting all the time! He's just too excitable, not my type Sure, Comma was more sedate but a little too slow for me, you know So I gave guys like Inverted Commas and Parenthesis a try - but hell, they were always trying to frame me So I like said to myself, maybe I'll try someone else from the Mark family, and woooh! - this guy was like questioning me all through dinner and I was like thinking to myself: *What's with this guy? Where does he work? At the NSA or FBI or what?* I guess you know who I'm talking about Well, I dated all the other guys too like Semi-Colon and then Colon but you know, one liked to separate; and the other was always out with his smartphone listing things I said 2 So I nearly gave up dating when I thought - *Hey what about Dash? That's a dashing fellow surely and he seems to be just like me* (except he is - as is apt for a guy - long) but he was just like Semi-Colon - always separating people You got to bring people together in this world, you know; that's what this world needs Yes, I dated Full Stop too but he was always getting me to stop and besides, he said his alias was Period - now that freaked me out, you know *Hey, what kind of guy walks around with a name like Period?* I'll tell you like who's the worst guy to date, OK - that's Apostrophe: O listen darling, was he ever so possessive! 3 Well, I'll give my dating career a break - maybe come next year, I might try dating 2nd of February
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I punctuate with close precision, aware of where I'm placing my semi-colons and dashes, using Oxford commas like a grammar geek. Your punctuation always bothers me but you, with your misplaced apostrophes and oddly abbreviated words that you cradle in speech marks, never care. You were constantly callous in your conduct, your handling of punctuation marks. I assumed you never understood the significance I attached to your words. I could feel the excitement and anxiety and apprehension build in my belly every time with your exclamation points! I could feel my brows furrow together deep in confusion, every time you sent me just one little question mark? I suppose I never did tell you this but when last month you ended your sentence (accidentally, of course) with a dash, well, I knew then that we’d be for ever. and when last week you sent me a comma to end your speech I knew for certain that more was to come. but I see now it was silly to attach such hope to a hyphen because yesterday you concluded with the biggest full stop I've ever seen and let me know that that was all. I felt that period’s punch deep inside my gut like you were trying to make me throw up my jam and toast. I had never before known one small, simple dot to be so powerful and hurt so much. It did though, and you couldn't even tell-
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Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 3:56 AM UTC
crepuscule
Punch
I punctuate with close precision, aware of where I'm placing my semi-colons and dashes, using Oxford commas like a grammar geek. Your punctuation always bothers me but you, with your misplaced apostrophes and oddly abbreviated words that you cradle in speech marks, never care. You were constantly callous in your conduct, your handling of punctuation marks. I assumed you never understood the significance I attached to your words. I could feel the excitement and anxiety and apprehension build in my belly every time with your exclamation points! I could feel my brows furrow together deep in confusion, every time you sent me just one little question mark? I suppose I never did tell you this but when last month you ended your sentence (accidentally, of course) with a dash, well, I knew then that we’d be for ever. and when last week you sent me a comma to end your speech I knew for certain that more was to come. but I see now it was silly to attach such hope to a hyphen because yesterday you concluded with the biggest full stop I've ever seen and let me know that that was all. I felt that period’s punch deep inside my gut like you were trying to make me throw up my jam and toast. I had never before known one small, simple dot to be so powerful and hurt so much. It did though, and you couldn't even tell-
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The date is printed orange in the bottom right hand corner of my very favorite picture.      It's from two-thousand and eight And, as my cramping legs keep ambling every gavel foot falls faster than the one that fell before.      I'm wondering where the Hell the years have gone. You were all brown eyes and wide white smiles. I was all youthful bravado. As your laughter swelled to confidence, I was sinking straight down to the bottom. And the water rolled on past us,           Goose Creek swelled with the Summer run-off... Tell me where did all this time run off to? The moon is looming large in the hazing, ashed-out corner of my wine-enchanted eyeball      on this too-typical night. And every hyphen lends some extra space to staggered breaths as I recall your face. Now I'm spelling out      my own verdict: defendant's moving to convict. I don't know the final cost.      But I got enough memories to say what future I still have,      well it sure ain't coming free. I got enough memories now      that I don't know where I will be when a year is just a yawn and a sigh,      and you're still lodged      deep down inside of me. You were brown eyes' living confidence, I was yellow, fading cowardice. I know you were the better one, and I've always been scraping the bottom. And the water stalled beside us,           Red Riv- -er choked with Winter ice blocks. Don't know why I was so dumb and frozen. But thanks      for believing           all those years.
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Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 11:36 AM UTC
kyle-kulseth
Photographic Evidence
The date is printed orange in the bottom right hand corner of my very favorite picture.      It's from two-thousand and eight And, as my cramping legs keep ambling every gavel foot falls faster than the one that fell before.      I'm wondering where the Hell the years have gone. You were all brown eyes and wide white smiles. I was all youthful bravado. As your laughter swelled to confidence, I was sinking straight down to the bottom. And the water rolled on past us,           Goose Creek swelled with the Summer run-off... Tell me where did all this time run off to? The moon is looming large in the hazing, ashed-out corner of my wine-enchanted eyeball      on this too-typical night. And every hyphen lends some extra space to staggered breaths as I recall your face. Now I'm spelling out      my own verdict: defendant's moving to convict. I don't know the final cost.      But I got enough memories to say what future I still have,      well it sure ain't coming free. I got enough memories now      that I don't know where I will be when a year is just a yawn and a sigh,      and you're still lodged      deep down inside of me. You were brown eyes' living confidence, I was yellow, fading cowardice. I know you were the better one, and I've always been scraping the bottom. And the water stalled beside us,           Red Riv- -er choked with Winter ice blocks. Don't know why I was so dumb and frozen. But thanks      for believing           all those years.
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you are a pause you are the second before the air raid an anticipation so loud it's deafening you are the stillness, the static, pins and needles between lightening and thunder. 1. . . 2 . . . 3. . . you are the heartbeat, last blink separating bullet and flesh crescent cuts bleed from empty hands you are red lights. stop knuckles white through a raindropped windshield you are elevators early morning coffee stains shifting eyes. look away. you are the dead air on a faraway radio station bent antenna. turn the dial. silence you are the needle on that half broken phonograph sidling arthritically away, back to sleep you are the skip a beat nervous lip bitten hesitation, envelope stamped staring into the letter box. just let go you are punctuation. . . you are the hyphen splitting words in two leaving lonely nothings on different pages you are 0:00 you are the force that draws our eyes together if only for an instant
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Oct 15, 2012
Oct 15, 2012 at 9:00 PM UTC
may-1
what if we were moments?
you are a pause you are the second before the air raid an anticipation so loud it's deafening you are the stillness, the static, pins and needles between lightening and thunder. 1. . . 2 . . . 3. . . you are the heartbeat, last blink separating bullet and flesh crescent cuts bleed from empty hands you are red lights. stop knuckles white through a raindropped windshield you are elevators early morning coffee stains shifting eyes. look away. you are the dead air on a faraway radio station bent antenna. turn the dial. silence you are the needle on that half broken phonograph sidling arthritically away, back to sleep you are the skip a beat nervous lip bitten hesitation, envelope stamped staring into the letter box. just let go you are punctuation. . . you are the hyphen splitting words in two leaving lonely nothings on different pages you are 0:00 you are the force that draws our eyes together if only for an instant
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Once it's broken, the maidenhead, It cannot again be ever mended, When in the light wall of a peach-- In that fine part--there is a breach. or who knoweth how to stitch ***** Together like words with an hyphen?
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Feb 22, 2012
Feb 22, 2012 at 5:12 AM UTC
folorunsho-obalugemo
Like a Hyphen
Once it's broken, the maidenhead, It cannot again be ever mended, When in the light wall of a peach-- In that fine part--there is a breach. or who knoweth how to stitch ***** Together like words with an hyphen?
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You are my life's apostrophe The part that has always been missing in me You're right where the hyphen used to be- You are my life's apostrophe Once a question mark was all I had? And commas dominated my soul, Semicolons; separated my dreams And the ellipse was firmly in control... Then you placed your brackets around my [heart] Your braces around my {soul} Your parentheses surround my (dreams) You're the exclamation mark in my life so droll!
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Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 3:27 AM UTC
richard-autry
Apostrophe
You are my life's apostrophe The part that has always been missing in me You're right where the hyphen used to be- You are my life's apostrophe Once a question mark was all I had? And commas dominated my soul, Semicolons; separated my dreams And the ellipse was firmly in control... Then you placed your brackets around my [heart] Your braces around my {soul} Your parentheses surround my (dreams) You're the exclamation mark in my life so droll!
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I used to be a good listener Now, "I'm sure I've heard that before." Arguing with Eros, arrogant, erudite. At odds with his arrows. Even angry. Bumping numbered reminders of the Year I was leaving behind, Headed for the hyphen. Orange gunk, proper circumstance, and Cagey, coughing. "I want to be Soaked in style, and left Drying on a dusty line. See... "I'm an ugly mother ****** But my eyes are alive. And the tragically beautiful's All I've got left." Killing, time and Battery life, requesting The chance to Breathe in my city. The edges of a crucifix Etched into his visage. Looking for good luck, and "That USA Gold taste, To remind you of home," in India. Walking away from a car crash. Not heavy, dry, But frozen solid. Trekking on, past beautiful women that are Painting their walls. Poems, pouring from the Mouths of the desperate, Echo down the alleys. "I'm not sure to whom belong these bones, 'Cuz they sure as hell ain't mine." But Remember? That December? We Bled blue and silver, Sledding down seven-foot snow banks, and Kicked out for stepping on toes.
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Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 1:41 AM UTC
seanflagstaff
Headed for the Hyphen
I used to be a good listener Now, "I'm sure I've heard that before." Arguing with Eros, arrogant, erudite. At odds with his arrows. Even angry. Bumping numbered reminders of the Year I was leaving behind, Headed for the hyphen. Orange gunk, proper circumstance, and Cagey, coughing. "I want to be Soaked in style, and left Drying on a dusty line. See... "I'm an ugly mother ****** But my eyes are alive. And the tragically beautiful's All I've got left." Killing, time and Battery life, requesting The chance to Breathe in my city. The edges of a crucifix Etched into his visage. Looking for good luck, and "That USA Gold taste, To remind you of home," in India. Walking away from a car crash. Not heavy, dry, But frozen solid. Trekking on, past beautiful women that are Painting their walls. Poems, pouring from the Mouths of the desperate, Echo down the alleys. "I'm not sure to whom belong these bones, 'Cuz they sure as hell ain't mine." But Remember? That December? We Bled blue and silver, Sledding down seven-foot snow banks, and Kicked out for stepping on toes.
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I really enjoy school, like, really REALLY enjoy school. Aside from the insurance of a happier future, which will come in time, there's also that guarantee of a happier time, which is now, which is whenever she's around. Whenever she's around, I do better, simple as that. It's the simplest fact, she motivates me. She motivates me to get that 100%, to do more than just pass, to get A's as straight as Rulers used in geometry class, Shout out to Mrs. L! And you know what isn't enough? 7 periods in a day. Give me 10 more commas, a hyphen, anything, to help me catch my breath – she's taken it all, and with it she ran away. She takes notes as efficiently as the way she passes them to me. I'd study our nation's entire timeline, and still make time for dinner and a movie. She makes me smile like there were helium balloons tied to the ends of my lips,   balloons, red like my cheeks, as they touch the ends of your fingertips, But before it can rise  past the stratosphere, Take my hand, let's get out of here, I don't need to be in chemistry class, We've already taught each other that, and truthfully my dear, we've got a bond stronger than H2O. So drown me in memories we've made, and hold me under the ones we will. If I have to be wherever you are, no matter how far, I'll be there still. You make perfect attendance so **** easy to me. xoxo
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Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 1:47 AM UTC
alexander-anilao
A Love Note Placed Inside Locker 12B
I really enjoy school, like, really REALLY enjoy school. Aside from the insurance of a happier future, which will come in time, there's also that guarantee of a happier time, which is now, which is whenever she's around. Whenever she's around, I do better, simple as that. It's the simplest fact, she motivates me. She motivates me to get that 100%, to do more than just pass, to get A's as straight as Rulers used in geometry class, Shout out to Mrs. L! And you know what isn't enough? 7 periods in a day. Give me 10 more commas, a hyphen, anything, to help me catch my breath – she's taken it all, and with it she ran away. She takes notes as efficiently as the way she passes them to me. I'd study our nation's entire timeline, and still make time for dinner and a movie. She makes me smile like there were helium balloons tied to the ends of my lips,   balloons, red like my cheeks, as they touch the ends of your fingertips, But before it can rise  past the stratosphere, Take my hand, let's get out of here, I don't need to be in chemistry class, We've already taught each other that, and truthfully my dear, we've got a bond stronger than H2O. So drown me in memories we've made, and hold me under the ones we will. If I have to be wherever you are, no matter how far, I'll be there still. You make perfect attendance so **** easy to me. xoxo
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i simply exercised my vocabulary in tantra-yoga... you mistook poetry for its expression of freedom curtailed... and while i did my tantra-yoga bending and pointing at unseen geometries... you simply ran a 100 metre sprint, elongating the hyphen into a boa eating itself with avarice the pepper & salt. 0i preferred the haggis / czarna kiszka than my retrospective - i'm doing mine early, for reasons not necessarily true, or for that matter worthwhile... but nonetheless assuring - had i too the gift for painting, and the nerve to keep a young girl captive i'd too succumb to fathom a Grimm's tale... live the secluded live, secluded to the point of incubation - i'd lived it like an Arctic explorer, by the fireplace talking drunk tales of escaping polar bear hunts - within a pentagram of limbs intact, greasy Glasgow my farthest stone throw of heart... furthest the Føroyar Øer - if only i kept my heart as stern of the body to mind as the atom of ego in my mind to be lost among the carousel of weathered abstracts known as the four winds and the thrice winding clockwork - what abstractions to bear from now on? a memorial service? only in poseur marginalising tomorrow as only a change of attire for today; so too the semi-clad conservatives of supposed workmanship English? takes two to a woad; whatever Argentinian *** did to you in tango... takes two to a woad! but there's you apish and impish entwined for coerced blue of some other Newtonian prefect of argument, when the painting screams far from Norway the distinction between azure and aquamarine is very far between suggestion of marriage... i've ate my liver as if it were a heart by drinking salute! to a marble stone all hopes to have my life back! i mistook my liver for a heart! i did that! you mistook more than i care to remember having been forced a forgetting... those 3 years in Edinburgh meant nothing... nothing! spend them in South America, in Antarctica! i will not swallow another breath with a vowel coupled to a consonant.... until the remnants of me believe the words: Europe united, only when Scotland is free.
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Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 10:01 PM UTC
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i preferred the haggis / czarna kiszka
i simply exercised my vocabulary in tantra-yoga... you mistook poetry for its expression of freedom curtailed... and while i did my tantra-yoga bending and pointing at unseen geometries... you simply ran a 100 metre sprint, elongating the hyphen into a boa eating itself with avarice the pepper & salt. 0i preferred the haggis / czarna kiszka than my retrospective - i'm doing mine early, for reasons not necessarily true, or for that matter worthwhile... but nonetheless assuring - had i too the gift for painting, and the nerve to keep a young girl captive i'd too succumb to fathom a Grimm's tale... live the secluded live, secluded to the point of incubation - i'd lived it like an Arctic explorer, by the fireplace talking drunk tales of escaping polar bear hunts - within a pentagram of limbs intact, greasy Glasgow my farthest stone throw of heart... furthest the Føroyar Øer - if only i kept my heart as stern of the body to mind as the atom of ego in my mind to be lost among the carousel of weathered abstracts known as the four winds and the thrice winding clockwork - what abstractions to bear from now on? a memorial service? only in poseur marginalising tomorrow as only a change of attire for today; so too the semi-clad conservatives of supposed workmanship English? takes two to a woad; whatever Argentinian *** did to you in tango... takes two to a woad! but there's you apish and impish entwined for coerced blue of some other Newtonian prefect of argument, when the painting screams far from Norway the distinction between azure and aquamarine is very far between suggestion of marriage... i've ate my liver as if it were a heart by drinking salute! to a marble stone all hopes to have my life back! i mistook my liver for a heart! i did that! you mistook more than i care to remember having been forced a forgetting... those 3 years in Edinburgh meant nothing... nothing! spend them in South America, in Antarctica! i will not swallow another breath with a vowel coupled to a consonant.... until the remnants of me believe the words: Europe united, only when Scotland is free.
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a slap on a face by a girlfriend, just because she feels like you've been cheating on her while visiting your grandparents... i must have looked pretty fit for her to assume such a delusion... and then countering... punching yourself enough times and giving yourself a plum (a black eye)... what do you think feels worse... the 20 odd punches by yourself, or the slap in the face?   that's not a trick question... the slap in the face... stings like a bee...             hones onto Parkinson's like Muhammad Ali: what is Parkinson's?    a bit like an animated stroke, in slow slow motion, over a long period of time. - Rammstein makes a fetish of various disorders in the video for mein teil... oh... lookie lookie lucky: i've experienced the classical bulimia of the ancient Roman bourgeoisie...     i went to the bulimia gym... trained the oesophagus so well (it's not a tract, it's a muscle) that i was able to eat as much chocolate as i was able to spew out... on note: i love when Germans sing...            that elitist part of me disappears... because: who the **** had the authority to say that opera was exclusively an Italian or a French affair?! - technical matters... what is a precursor hyphen? a new paragraph in poetry; a semi-colon? an elongated pause... backing up on the topic of the hyphen... point-break (great movie by the way... hate the remake... Val Kilmer... Patrick Swayze... or as i like to call them... Valerie **** Me and pat Paddy's back while he swings Zed).
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Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 12:14 PM UTC
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relativism
a slap on a face by a girlfriend, just because she feels like you've been cheating on her while visiting your grandparents... i must have looked pretty fit for her to assume such a delusion... and then countering... punching yourself enough times and giving yourself a plum (a black eye)... what do you think feels worse... the 20 odd punches by yourself, or the slap in the face?   that's not a trick question... the slap in the face... stings like a bee...             hones onto Parkinson's like Muhammad Ali: what is Parkinson's?    a bit like an animated stroke, in slow slow motion, over a long period of time. - Rammstein makes a fetish of various disorders in the video for mein teil... oh... lookie lookie lucky: i've experienced the classical bulimia of the ancient Roman bourgeoisie...     i went to the bulimia gym... trained the oesophagus so well (it's not a tract, it's a muscle) that i was able to eat as much chocolate as i was able to spew out... on note: i love when Germans sing...            that elitist part of me disappears... because: who the **** had the authority to say that opera was exclusively an Italian or a French affair?! - technical matters... what is a precursor hyphen? a new paragraph in poetry; a semi-colon? an elongated pause... backing up on the topic of the hyphen... point-break (great movie by the way... hate the remake... Val Kilmer... Patrick Swayze... or as i like to call them... Valerie **** Me and pat Paddy's back while he swings Zed).
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what i understand as a definition of the word complex, it requires a hyphen as a pseudo conjunction, in that it coordinates words in opposition, which is why freud's right on the money with the madonna-whore complex, but completely bonkers with his oedipal fetishes, because oedipus is a complex in itself that cannot be excavated and theorised for the sake of a analogue... that's a horrid plagiarism that might plagiarise awry, for all orthodox necessities: a complex is aqua-     -marine aquamarine... but in terms of theory it's evident that the hyphen usage is still retained, before everything goes **** up perfect *** **** of compounding the two words like a german: Fernmeldeverkehr (telecommunication), der... 'nurse! pass the syllable scalpel!' 'herr doktor, der silbeskalpell.' 'ah scheiße, 'ere we go 'ere we go 'ere we go: fern' 'mel 'dever 'kehr.' the operation was a success, apart from the silbeskalpell being left in the patient's body; and i never understood why people expect you to talk to them face-to-face like you're reading autocue, the minute you talk imagining off empty space to invent a new language of comfort they equate you with autism... i once had a glance at psychiatric notes sent to the bureaucratic doctor (g.p. / general practitioner)... psst... they only care about whether:                            a. you're able to keep eye contact                     b. you're / you're not biting your nails... but that's what you get, the welfare state policy of funding distribution of the infamous n.h.s. (national health service)... ****** by the cartesian dualism of splitting mind from body like the brain is some gooey porridge mixed with cornstarch for thickness... only 0.6% of n.h.s. funding goes into psychiatry... i'm guessing at least 1% goes into prescriptions for pensioners demanding ****** i already told you, cats are ontologically autistic, hence their appeal to autistic children, or just anyone not really into leashes, being tugged or tugging, come rain or shine, come 7am or 7pm... they can be so inanimate sometimes that they blend in will flowers, and when awake, yes, like plants doing the kayan lahwi tribe's extending neck with rings thing... ah what's it called... ah yes phototropism... take the rings off the neck a million swans with broken necks.
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Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 7:39 AM UTC
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fernmeldeverkehr und zee silbeskalpell
what i understand as a definition of the word complex, it requires a hyphen as a pseudo conjunction, in that it coordinates words in opposition, which is why freud's right on the money with the madonna-whore complex, but completely bonkers with his oedipal fetishes, because oedipus is a complex in itself that cannot be excavated and theorised for the sake of a analogue... that's a horrid plagiarism that might plagiarise awry, for all orthodox necessities: a complex is aqua-     -marine aquamarine... but in terms of theory it's evident that the hyphen usage is still retained, before everything goes **** up perfect *** **** of compounding the two words like a german: Fernmeldeverkehr (telecommunication), der... 'nurse! pass the syllable scalpel!' 'herr doktor, der silbeskalpell.' 'ah scheiße, 'ere we go 'ere we go 'ere we go: fern' 'mel 'dever 'kehr.' the operation was a success, apart from the silbeskalpell being left in the patient's body; and i never understood why people expect you to talk to them face-to-face like you're reading autocue, the minute you talk imagining off empty space to invent a new language of comfort they equate you with autism... i once had a glance at psychiatric notes sent to the bureaucratic doctor (g.p. / general practitioner)... psst... they only care about whether:                            a. you're able to keep eye contact                     b. you're / you're not biting your nails... but that's what you get, the welfare state policy of funding distribution of the infamous n.h.s. (national health service)... ****** by the cartesian dualism of splitting mind from body like the brain is some gooey porridge mixed with cornstarch for thickness... only 0.6% of n.h.s. funding goes into psychiatry... i'm guessing at least 1% goes into prescriptions for pensioners demanding ****** i already told you, cats are ontologically autistic, hence their appeal to autistic children, or just anyone not really into leashes, being tugged or tugging, come rain or shine, come 7am or 7pm... they can be so inanimate sometimes that they blend in will flowers, and when awake, yes, like plants doing the kayan lahwi tribe's extending neck with rings thing... ah what's it called... ah yes phototropism... take the rings off the neck a million swans with broken necks.
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It's called self-esteem for a reason But how do you change Your reflection and the way the world sees it When people's perceptions are all the same To focus on your worth It's a hard thing to do Self-image is always backwards Because my right is reflected And is always wrong to you Mirror's force you to begin Where normally you would end This is when you realize The importance of the hyphen Separated and apart Each word becomes their own The finish was the start And you are still alone.
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Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 2:54 AM UTC
edgar-e-tobias
b b - dd : Disconnected, Reflected, and Apart
It's called self-esteem for a reason But how do you change Your reflection and the way the world sees it When people's perceptions are all the same To focus on your worth It's a hard thing to do Self-image is always backwards Because my right is reflected And is always wrong to you Mirror's force you to begin Where normally you would end This is when you realize The importance of the hyphen Separated and apart Each word becomes their own The finish was the start And you are still alone.
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the hyphen though not as huge as an elephant still does gargantuan jobs for amongst a host of things it does it can bring words together to make them one as in “face-to-face discussions” or “three-point turn”
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Oct 9, 2010
Oct 9, 2010 at 11:36 AM UTC
raj-arumugam
the hyphen
the hyphen though not as huge as an elephant still does gargantuan jobs for amongst a host of things it does it can bring words together to make them one as in “face-to-face discussions” or “three-point turn”
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