"zoological" poems - Hello Poetry

surrender hind-legs targets yellow spines yellow stems flowers blend into frogs tree frogs tree apples tree fruit heart numinous nervousness next level levitation into vibration watermelon seeds stars, steam, sand and shadows i allow keep talking spinning weaving the stars love is a happy motorcycle bathtubs zoological sisters straight eyed sailors cumber-buns saviors yawning in the wind at the hint of a spark gravity embarks on sacred journeys desert walks soul visions quest into westerly winds pools of tough romance tough love chances are that now and then we will pretend that we are more compassionate then we are

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Feb 22, 2018

Feb 22, 2018 at 11:43 PM UTC

ganesha-michael-shapiro

Weaving the stars

surrender hind-legs targets yellow spines yellow stems flowers blend into frogs tree frogs tree apples tree fruit heart numinous nervousness next level levitation into vibration watermelon seeds stars, steam, sand and shadows i allow keep talking spinning weaving the stars love is a happy motorcycle bathtubs zoological sisters straight eyed sailors cumber-buns saviors yawning in the wind at the hint of a spark gravity embarks on sacred journeys desert walks soul visions quest into westerly winds pools of tough romance tough love chances are that now and then we will pretend that we are more compassionate then we are

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Alright no one here leaves Until I get back my monkey He was right here beside me When we sat down at the bar He got up to use the restroom Cause my monkey is not uncouth I KNOW he didn't just drive off I still have the keys to the car We were having the best of times Telling jokes and making up zoological rhymes He even passed around that picture You know the one with the orangutan in that embarrassing position That's the last time I saw him My monkey...my best friend Will somebody help me look please These tears have all but blurred my vision I've now checked every zoo on the East coast Every circus that I know Thinking perhaps he was monkeynapped By some clown or zoological freak I haven't seen hide nor hair Of a clean shaven monkey in underwear I told you he wasn't uncouth My monkey learned that from me These days I cry in my beer Since my monkey's no longer here I guess Doodles had better things To do with his life If my monkey, Doodles you ever do see Will you tell him I miss him oodles for me And that I've accepted the fact that he's not coming back And that I'll be alright...

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Sep 3, 2013

Sep 3, 2013 at 8:54 AM UTC

mike-hauser

I'm Not One To Point Fingers But...(Somebody Stole My Monkey)

Alright no one here leaves Until I get back my monkey He was right here beside me When we sat down at the bar He got up to use the restroom Cause my monkey is not uncouth I KNOW he didn't just drive off I still have the keys to the car We were having the best of times Telling jokes and making up zoological rhymes He even passed around that picture You know the one with the orangutan in that embarrassing position That's the last time I saw him My monkey...my best friend Will somebody help me look please These tears have all but blurred my vision I've now checked every zoo on the East coast Every circus that I know Thinking perhaps he was monkeynapped By some clown or zoological freak I haven't seen hide nor hair Of a clean shaven monkey in underwear I told you he wasn't uncouth My monkey learned that from me These days I cry in my beer Since my monkey's no longer here I guess Doodles had better things To do with his life If my monkey, Doodles you ever do see Will you tell him I miss him oodles for me And that I've accepted the fact that he's not coming back And that I'll be alright...

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i couldn't stand the heat, spent most of the time in the shade, everyone made fun of the guy standing by the pool reading a book, pretending to be a sundial; i was called the whiskey-man; one night i slept outside and by the time i woke up my glass of brandy disappeared; mingled with the "auctioneers" of a good time; boy one of those kenyan girls was hot... oomph, she looked like oiled coal, slimy bits and raw *** i know i was a tourist... played a stupid drinking game with two english girls, snogged one at the end of the game, wasn't invited back to the room for a ********* spent hours at night looking at the tide splashing the shore, cried at the painting so alive all the museums and galleries became graveyards of appreciation; it was a holiday resort, i admit, although one bartender asked me to do a local tour of the place, go clubbing, supposedly a colonial ******* i was upon first reading; but the heat though! god almighty, couldn't stand the temperature, i was literally an ice-cream cone most of the time, took to the shades, wrote a short story for my grandfather about an elephant dunking his trunk into a bottle of brandy... one day got chatting to a scottish pair and a russian couple, told the scottish guy about travis' 12 memories album, i was originally asking for a cigarette, so we drank and chatted about mickey mouse politics of america... the scottish guy eventually ran off and jumped into the kids' shallow pool veering on blind-drunk-happy... another time i too jumped into a pool with my clothes on... ******* this heat... ha, hmm, those kenyan macaques were funny esp. on prompt of being fed on the balcony... but boy that baboon was a menace, a real anarchist, charged in like a donkey with meningitis and stole food... although one baboon had massive haemorrhoids... and given his fat pinky *** it was even funnier to watch. oh yeah, and this guy muhammad wanted to take me to a crocodile sanctuary of his... i sort of refused the invitation, and no, i didn't go on the zoological escapade of a safari to see the Masai tribesmen... just gave c. g. jung's modern man in search of soul to one of the caretakers of the resort.

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Mar 26, 2016

Mar 26, 2016 at 7:43 AM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

while in kenya

i couldn't stand the heat, spent most of the time in the shade, everyone made fun of the guy standing by the pool reading a book, pretending to be a sundial; i was called the whiskey-man; one night i slept outside and by the time i woke up my glass of brandy disappeared; mingled with the "auctioneers" of a good time; boy one of those kenyan girls was hot... oomph, she looked like oiled coal, slimy bits and raw *** i know i was a tourist... played a stupid drinking game with two english girls, snogged one at the end of the game, wasn't invited back to the room for a ********* spent hours at night looking at the tide splashing the shore, cried at the painting so alive all the museums and galleries became graveyards of appreciation; it was a holiday resort, i admit, although one bartender asked me to do a local tour of the place, go clubbing, supposedly a colonial ******* i was upon first reading; but the heat though! god almighty, couldn't stand the temperature, i was literally an ice-cream cone most of the time, took to the shades, wrote a short story for my grandfather about an elephant dunking his trunk into a bottle of brandy... one day got chatting to a scottish pair and a russian couple, told the scottish guy about travis' 12 memories album, i was originally asking for a cigarette, so we drank and chatted about mickey mouse politics of america... the scottish guy eventually ran off and jumped into the kids' shallow pool veering on blind-drunk-happy... another time i too jumped into a pool with my clothes on... ******* this heat... ha, hmm, those kenyan macaques were funny esp. on prompt of being fed on the balcony... but boy that baboon was a menace, a real anarchist, charged in like a donkey with meningitis and stole food... although one baboon had massive haemorrhoids... and given his fat pinky *** it was even funnier to watch. oh yeah, and this guy muhammad wanted to take me to a crocodile sanctuary of his... i sort of refused the invitation, and no, i didn't go on the zoological escapade of a safari to see the Masai tribesmen... just gave c. g. jung's modern man in search of soul to one of the caretakers of the resort.

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so much politics went into the LGBT community as it did into a zoological propaganda machine - that the source of such anomalies became excluded to rhyme compensation; we became anti- heterosexual, i mean, why bother, given the enterprise of science, we're gods after all, divorced, artificially inseminating with ****** (who the **** cut my **** off?!) the next perfumed foetus dear... **** me, forget natural, leave it to a science leverage... let's become critical of heterosexual males, pederasts in the shadow of the crucifix; since when did sins equate laws? he was crucified for filing redemption under: **** well, sober up, and boil out the waters, get rid of heterosexual males, might at well, Holocaust the ******* given the science... erase their opinions... elevate prostitution to surrogacy... it's only natural... **** them off... i'm waiting for you to grow a pair of ***** or bouquet me silly with floral arrangements to induce sleep, such that more homosexuals and trans come from test-tubes rather than my ***** to sentence me with sanity, and your Nag Hammadi revision as: Giza prior to Eiffel... i really don't think i'd rally with **** sapiens to testify the quality as inherent in me; when they're synthesised without my involvement i'll think it natural, scientifically speaking, analytically so, without me being the precursor of more more more; ever speak to a family of a trans-gender individual? so why the **** are you fighting for the laws? you hear the family speak? hear 'em? it's hardly Alice in Wonderland.

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Jun 8, 2016

Jun 8, 2016 at 9:28 PM UTC

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elevate prostitution to surrogacy

so much politics went into the LGBT community as it did into a zoological propaganda machine - that the source of such anomalies became excluded to rhyme compensation; we became anti- heterosexual, i mean, why bother, given the enterprise of science, we're gods after all, divorced, artificially inseminating with ****** (who the **** cut my **** off?!) the next perfumed foetus dear... **** me, forget natural, leave it to a science leverage... let's become critical of heterosexual males, pederasts in the shadow of the crucifix; since when did sins equate laws? he was crucified for filing redemption under: **** well, sober up, and boil out the waters, get rid of heterosexual males, might at well, Holocaust the ******* given the science... erase their opinions... elevate prostitution to surrogacy... it's only natural... **** them off... i'm waiting for you to grow a pair of ***** or bouquet me silly with floral arrangements to induce sleep, such that more homosexuals and trans come from test-tubes rather than my ***** to sentence me with sanity, and your Nag Hammadi revision as: Giza prior to Eiffel... i really don't think i'd rally with **** sapiens to testify the quality as inherent in me; when they're synthesised without my involvement i'll think it natural, scientifically speaking, analytically so, without me being the precursor of more more more; ever speak to a family of a trans-gender individual? so why the **** are you fighting for the laws? you hear the family speak? hear 'em? it's hardly Alice in Wonderland.

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A tranquil & serene sunny afternoon Lying on the couch, Watching the sun go down. My black cat kneading, Rhythmically pawing the Front of my pants. What’s going on here? Some-sort of Animal Kingdom *** signal? Some zoological parallel to ponder Whenever one tries to Make sense out of one’s own Polymorphous perversity? But I digress. I listen to the M/C Music Choice Channel Which Comcast.com - Comcast® Gives out free, from the Basic Tier on up. Jazz, not Smooth Jazz, And certainly not The Blues: “I think I’ll give up livin’ I think I’ll go shopping instead. Think I’ll give up livin’ Think I’ll go shopping instead. Gonna buy myself a tombstone And pronounce myself dead.” Again, I digress. Another sunny afternoon in Bernalillo; Bernalillo, New Mexico: Where Coronado bivouacked, Prior to saddling up again On his fabled quest, his search for The 7 Golden Cities of Cibola. It’s nice to be back. Got in last Thursday evening, After an 11-hour Honda Civic trip-- The coupe packed to the gills With household items— And 2 cats sharing a 1-cat cat-carrier. (Sarcastic) Please. Did somebody say, “Meow?” Digress, I doodle-lee-do. Kelly came over Friday night. What a treat! I cooked Italian. Saturday night to the Tamaya Resort, Specifically, The Corn Maiden, Certainly new and un-starred as-yet, By sane suave critics who decide Such things; Sautéed asparagus on Sunday morning, and Off she goes again to Canyon de Chelly (pronounced: DA-SHAY) Arizona: one of the more Cosmopolitan cities on the Vast high mesa that is the Navajo Reservation. So what’s my point?

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May 15, 2014

May 15, 2014 at 5:01 PM UTC

giuseppi-martino-buonaiuto

"But I digress . . ."

A tranquil & serene sunny afternoon Lying on the couch, Watching the sun go down. My black cat kneading, Rhythmically pawing the Front of my pants. What’s going on here? Some-sort of Animal Kingdom *** signal? Some zoological parallel to ponder Whenever one tries to Make sense out of one’s own Polymorphous perversity? But I digress. I listen to the M/C Music Choice Channel Which Comcast.com - Comcast® Gives out free, from the Basic Tier on up. Jazz, not Smooth Jazz, And certainly not The Blues: “I think I’ll give up livin’ I think I’ll go shopping instead. Think I’ll give up livin’ Think I’ll go shopping instead. Gonna buy myself a tombstone And pronounce myself dead.” Again, I digress. Another sunny afternoon in Bernalillo; Bernalillo, New Mexico: Where Coronado bivouacked, Prior to saddling up again On his fabled quest, his search for The 7 Golden Cities of Cibola. It’s nice to be back. Got in last Thursday evening, After an 11-hour Honda Civic trip-- The coupe packed to the gills With household items— And 2 cats sharing a 1-cat cat-carrier. (Sarcastic) Please. Did somebody say, “Meow?” Digress, I doodle-lee-do. Kelly came over Friday night. What a treat! I cooked Italian. Saturday night to the Tamaya Resort, Specifically, The Corn Maiden, Certainly new and un-starred as-yet, By sane suave critics who decide Such things; Sautéed asparagus on Sunday morning, and Off she goes again to Canyon de Chelly (pronounced: DA-SHAY) Arizona: one of the more Cosmopolitan cities on the Vast high mesa that is the Navajo Reservation. So what’s my point?

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The quest for both burial and resurrection are significant, as their flickering shadows of the self-depreciatory abyss chant their silent and hauntingly audible presence under the canopy of the ancient forest. Let us celebrate the night together, as we are traumatically enveloped within an exposed and dialectical pronunciation during this classical and acoustic daylight romance. Although I truly hate your love, I also reject your evident indifference. This is the essence of feeling like a fake within the genuineness of our actual and perceived realities. It is heaven-sent, like a feathered breed of unresolved investigations within our socio-political climate of assumed advancement, where the intensity of the beat gyrates her percussionist hips across ******* expressions of the cosmological sound barrier. Concurrently, the tangible rhythm of nature’s pulse considerately consummates her forcefully placid interactions within the context of gender specific diversity. It is all in the name of discriminatory wholeness, my friend. Our ambivalent connectedness to that which is catastrophically uncertain reminds me of drawing curtains across this conglomerate dawn of darkness and uninhibited concealment. Just look at our ornithological formation, where leadership spreads her wings with censored zoological resignations and simplistic wisdom. You have truly lifted my soul within the complexity of this circuitry, and I wholeheartedly acknowledge that we are a myriad of expressions which cannot be adequately articulated within the thermals of our cosmological stratosphere. Yet, there is a certain finesse to delinquency, and I have bridged the metaphorical gap across the chasm of divided entities, where we can embrace the cool and gentle breeze right at the fulcrum of unforgiving landscapes and shamanic pastures. Like an artistic depiction of woodland serenity, we are engaged in this wonderful neutrality where it is all about the dance – otherwise known as the energy of modern choreography. Epistemology can be questionable, where assumptions are sickeningly grounded within the soil of egocentric perceptions of supremacy. Trust me, my seasoned partner of those astral plains of Nirvana: my lips are sealed in this putrid reconciliation of proclaimed opposites, which are said to mutually attract.

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Nov 21, 2015

Nov 21, 2015 at 12:09 AM UTC

david-barr

An Ode to the Regulation of Sensual Propaganda

The quest for both burial and resurrection are significant, as their flickering shadows of the self-depreciatory abyss chant their silent and hauntingly audible presence under the canopy of the ancient forest. Let us celebrate the night together, as we are traumatically enveloped within an exposed and dialectical pronunciation during this classical and acoustic daylight romance. Although I truly hate your love, I also reject your evident indifference. This is the essence of feeling like a fake within the genuineness of our actual and perceived realities. It is heaven-sent, like a feathered breed of unresolved investigations within our socio-political climate of assumed advancement, where the intensity of the beat gyrates her percussionist hips across ******* expressions of the cosmological sound barrier. Concurrently, the tangible rhythm of nature’s pulse considerately consummates her forcefully placid interactions within the context of gender specific diversity. It is all in the name of discriminatory wholeness, my friend. Our ambivalent connectedness to that which is catastrophically uncertain reminds me of drawing curtains across this conglomerate dawn of darkness and uninhibited concealment. Just look at our ornithological formation, where leadership spreads her wings with censored zoological resignations and simplistic wisdom. You have truly lifted my soul within the complexity of this circuitry, and I wholeheartedly acknowledge that we are a myriad of expressions which cannot be adequately articulated within the thermals of our cosmological stratosphere. Yet, there is a certain finesse to delinquency, and I have bridged the metaphorical gap across the chasm of divided entities, where we can embrace the cool and gentle breeze right at the fulcrum of unforgiving landscapes and shamanic pastures. Like an artistic depiction of woodland serenity, we are engaged in this wonderful neutrality where it is all about the dance – otherwise known as the energy of modern choreography. Epistemology can be questionable, where assumptions are sickeningly grounded within the soil of egocentric perceptions of supremacy. Trust me, my seasoned partner of those astral plains of Nirvana: my lips are sealed in this putrid reconciliation of proclaimed opposites, which are said to mutually attract.

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the process… zoological zoa logos living words, made of sentient letters, let us imagine, leave us time and space, gravity and velocity, we adapt ideal ideas, perfect plans, recipes for peace past comprehension, co-here co-opera ratiocination, balance app raise worth… wait, not weight value, app raise value of attention paid per precept time tools take parallel Elohim zoas, eh, Blakes Creator uses compass and calipers, believed imaginary until one sees through new lensing concepts

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Sep 7, 2025

Sep 7, 2025 at 11:30 AM UTC

kenpepiton

Patience Educational Period 502

the process… zoological zoa logos living words, made of sentient letters, let us imagine, leave us time and space, gravity and velocity, we adapt ideal ideas, perfect plans, recipes for peace past comprehension, co-here co-opera ratiocination, balance app raise worth… wait, not weight value, app raise value of attention paid per precept time tools take parallel Elohim zoas, eh, Blakes Creator uses compass and calipers, believed imaginary until one sees through new lensing concepts

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much of j. r. r. tolkien is unoriginal, the dwarfs are basically jews, thrór is simply king solomon, amassing great riches, the dwarfs are exiled; it's a clever plagiarism of historical events. for the ones that say: too see patterns in holes in phonetic units, too see lions in zoological enclosures of curiosity, to craft orbits of curling lips and numbed tongues within trebling kabbalah is the forgotten anatomy of only the mouth, the gate into the mind, find the mouth a curiosity, you will enter solomon's mines of wealth, where each thought an idea, the constantly pressurising scalpel furthering you on: it was islam with the gift of the holy graffiti of scribbles on walls: their verboclasm that pursued us to abuse a fondness of erecting statues no more... to copyright and trademark an arrangement akin to coca-cola with hope of lettering a statue into motions of nonchalant waves and lashes... to abandon representation of chiselled cheeks and foreheads to carve into marble and other stones the phonetics while leaving the many ignorant and dyslexic is too a blasphemy on the original demand of the commandments: this engraving of the tongue's recognition of sounds is equally abhorrent.

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Mar 3, 2016

Mar 3, 2016 at 12:09 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

islam's gift: verboclasm

much of j. r. r. tolkien is unoriginal, the dwarfs are basically jews, thrór is simply king solomon, amassing great riches, the dwarfs are exiled; it's a clever plagiarism of historical events. for the ones that say: too see patterns in holes in phonetic units, too see lions in zoological enclosures of curiosity, to craft orbits of curling lips and numbed tongues within trebling kabbalah is the forgotten anatomy of only the mouth, the gate into the mind, find the mouth a curiosity, you will enter solomon's mines of wealth, where each thought an idea, the constantly pressurising scalpel furthering you on: it was islam with the gift of the holy graffiti of scribbles on walls: their verboclasm that pursued us to abuse a fondness of erecting statues no more... to copyright and trademark an arrangement akin to coca-cola with hope of lettering a statue into motions of nonchalant waves and lashes... to abandon representation of chiselled cheeks and foreheads to carve into marble and other stones the phonetics while leaving the many ignorant and dyslexic is too a blasphemy on the original demand of the commandments: this engraving of the tongue's recognition of sounds is equally abhorrent.

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so, i'm on this page, and i meet my ****** pusher, sure as hell he's pushing ****** although it's digital, the site / street corner? allpoetry.com i get to publish 2 poems, but can't publish more, i have to comment, and comment positively, 'allo comrade Stalin! then comment on 2 poems, and get this message: *Congratulations, you've achieved level 2, and are now an "emerald cat"! To reach the next level you need: 7 x comments, 1 x enter a contest, 1 x favorites, 1 x edit an item. • What are levels?* i am not playing candy-crush saga! i'm not! i'm not even kidding you, what is this **** we've been ****** by paedophiles anonymous?! please get me off this ****** grid of the Cyber Pavlov Experiment... likes and comments and saliva and cookies... or premeditated minority reports - akin to Orwell's thought crime gestapo - god it sounds **** when said: g'eh'sh'tap'oh. or how to use the internet akin to deciphering and censoring established media outlets... obviously social media can't replicate socialism, it's a media outlet, but it can for sure **** off with all the little capitalistic mind games that lead to nothing but the Pavlov experiment - and that was with dogs... try that with a ******* Gorilla and i'll watch you cradle prosthetic limbs while he rips your original limbs off like he's playing a harp: then you can rhyme: twinkle twinkle little thumb, how i wished you were attached to my hand to my arm to my torso... that's the same story we had recently concerning a Mr. Kumbuka... who escaped enclosure, and proved the a.d.h.d. complex correlation with exposure to sugar... ****** drank 5 litres of concentrated blackcurrant squash replying: i'm mad at the keepers for keeping me on a diet! i do king kong and you do the frenzied blonde maiden. it's still a concern for me that they herded the poets into an area worthy of zoological inspection, meaning that they base their worth on deplorable points system: like they're immigrants waiting for visas to Canada - comment, like, blag and blabber your way into that new country, known to all of us present as Si S / Silicon State... by my count that's the 51st, or the secular version of the Vatican.

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Oct 20, 2016

Oct 20, 2016 at 9:12 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

the Cyber Pavlov Experiment

so, i'm on this page, and i meet my ****** pusher, sure as hell he's pushing ****** although it's digital, the site / street corner? allpoetry.com i get to publish 2 poems, but can't publish more, i have to comment, and comment positively, 'allo comrade Stalin! then comment on 2 poems, and get this message: *Congratulations, you've achieved level 2, and are now an "emerald cat"! To reach the next level you need: 7 x comments, 1 x enter a contest, 1 x favorites, 1 x edit an item. • What are levels?* i am not playing candy-crush saga! i'm not! i'm not even kidding you, what is this **** we've been ****** by paedophiles anonymous?! please get me off this ****** grid of the Cyber Pavlov Experiment... likes and comments and saliva and cookies... or premeditated minority reports - akin to Orwell's thought crime gestapo - god it sounds **** when said: g'eh'sh'tap'oh. or how to use the internet akin to deciphering and censoring established media outlets... obviously social media can't replicate socialism, it's a media outlet, but it can for sure **** off with all the little capitalistic mind games that lead to nothing but the Pavlov experiment - and that was with dogs... try that with a ******* Gorilla and i'll watch you cradle prosthetic limbs while he rips your original limbs off like he's playing a harp: then you can rhyme: twinkle twinkle little thumb, how i wished you were attached to my hand to my arm to my torso... that's the same story we had recently concerning a Mr. Kumbuka... who escaped enclosure, and proved the a.d.h.d. complex correlation with exposure to sugar... ****** drank 5 litres of concentrated blackcurrant squash replying: i'm mad at the keepers for keeping me on a diet! i do king kong and you do the frenzied blonde maiden. it's still a concern for me that they herded the poets into an area worthy of zoological inspection, meaning that they base their worth on deplorable points system: like they're immigrants waiting for visas to Canada - comment, like, blag and blabber your way into that new country, known to all of us present as Si S / Silicon State... by my count that's the 51st, or the secular version of the Vatican.

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two cats i own were bathed today, the larger male started to sniff the female out, started to hark a purr out into a meow which sounded too fierce, i had them on the windowsill, each time he did so i wetted his snout, and cut him short from full exaggeration, unlike brown-nosing expected he gave up... she was frail and welcome 2 pounds' coin wide-eyed, - you smell like she does, why are you parhing? - i'm not a cobra about to spit venom, i'm a cat - you're about to blind her eye with venom akin to a spider building a spiderweb for milky-eye... - i'm harsh meowing, - you're rhapsody in hark mad! - i smelt skunk. - so you did, trot down the stairs. - lazy society breeds philosophers / zoological up-keepers; - lazy society breeds anything... - cannibal's yawn being a mouthful... - and a large mouth... - two kept an earpiece to keep the slogan: the walls have ears... earned each a slammer and slogan a stiff door opening itch... unlike well-oiled hinges: for an aid... a slave woman named didgeridoo had her humming ready to box box box beat a heart among livers, supposing each had a rhythm... it's hardly necessary for your high-school friends to want you to fail... but expect them to turn you into a necrophiliac... just so there's a story for their grandchildren... i'd ask to cage them for their partaking in unresolved imagining of things... they wished to have encountered... rather than... a cold lamb sandwich.

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Feb 6, 2016

Feb 6, 2016 at 7:03 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

feline shampoo debate

two cats i own were bathed today, the larger male started to sniff the female out, started to hark a purr out into a meow which sounded too fierce, i had them on the windowsill, each time he did so i wetted his snout, and cut him short from full exaggeration, unlike brown-nosing expected he gave up... she was frail and welcome 2 pounds' coin wide-eyed, - you smell like she does, why are you parhing? - i'm not a cobra about to spit venom, i'm a cat - you're about to blind her eye with venom akin to a spider building a spiderweb for milky-eye... - i'm harsh meowing, - you're rhapsody in hark mad! - i smelt skunk. - so you did, trot down the stairs. - lazy society breeds philosophers / zoological up-keepers; - lazy society breeds anything... - cannibal's yawn being a mouthful... - and a large mouth... - two kept an earpiece to keep the slogan: the walls have ears... earned each a slammer and slogan a stiff door opening itch... unlike well-oiled hinges: for an aid... a slave woman named didgeridoo had her humming ready to box box box beat a heart among livers, supposing each had a rhythm... it's hardly necessary for your high-school friends to want you to fail... but expect them to turn you into a necrophiliac... just so there's a story for their grandchildren... i'd ask to cage them for their partaking in unresolved imagining of things... they wished to have encountered... rather than... a cold lamb sandwich.

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Tryouts starring musical prodigies and/or an attendant conductor attempt to approach ambient chorus divinely exhibited from Gaia's handiwork heavenly invoking kapellmeister's magnificent nonchalant outlook piquantly, quintessentially, repertoire sensately striking unmatched vast wisdom yielding, zephyr air albeit creativity engineered from groundswell harmony juxtaposed, kindled, linkedin, manifesting noteworthy opulent philharmonic recording transcribing universal veritable webbed wide world. Wunderkinds yield Ziggurat acme approximated asymptote bequeathing celestial Doppelganger Earthly emulations formulating fractal glinting highlighting ineffable joie de vivre jostling, keen kindling, la la land legerdemain lifting logic lording Ludwig (Josef Johann) Wittgenstein.   Yelping zoological apostle Al affidavit Gore handily heaping hubristically invocation jolting kickstart measures nipping nixed noblesse oblige opera quickening quotidian rapid ruination sans supreme teetering upended venerated wise with acumen arithmetical Benoit Mandelbrot chasing far-fetched ideas lightyears menacing nihilism purging ogres opportunistically resplendently ripping revered tankard tipping unstoppably vanquishing varietal whipsawing wonderfully wrapt yawning youngsters warfare written wrought yanking zestfully crushing environmental family granting Herculean instant karma malevolent, opprobrious pronouncement quiet riot silencing severely tragic ubiquitous vicious wreckage yikyaks apemen cleft Earth. ************************************************* Future foragers denounce capitalistic bamboozlers aggression zealots wrought trashing quintessential naked kingdoms issue flotsam coagulates zonal wastelands torquing quality NON killing habitats Earth bleached yellowed voodoo ruins.

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Aug 21, 2017

Aug 21, 2017 at 12:12 AM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

Symphonic Quiescent Overture – Maestro Kant Imitate

Tryouts starring musical prodigies and/or an attendant conductor attempt to approach ambient chorus divinely exhibited from Gaia's handiwork heavenly invoking kapellmeister's magnificent nonchalant outlook piquantly, quintessentially, repertoire sensately striking unmatched vast wisdom yielding, zephyr air albeit creativity engineered from groundswell harmony juxtaposed, kindled, linkedin, manifesting noteworthy opulent philharmonic recording transcribing universal veritable webbed wide world. Wunderkinds yield Ziggurat acme approximated asymptote bequeathing celestial Doppelganger Earthly emulations formulating fractal glinting highlighting ineffable joie de vivre jostling, keen kindling, la la land legerdemain lifting logic lording Ludwig (Josef Johann) Wittgenstein.   Yelping zoological apostle Al affidavit Gore handily heaping hubristically invocation jolting kickstart measures nipping nixed noblesse oblige opera quickening quotidian rapid ruination sans supreme teetering upended venerated wise with acumen arithmetical Benoit Mandelbrot chasing far-fetched ideas lightyears menacing nihilism purging ogres opportunistically resplendently ripping revered tankard tipping unstoppably vanquishing varietal whipsawing wonderfully wrapt yawning youngsters warfare written wrought yanking zestfully crushing environmental family granting Herculean instant karma malevolent, opprobrious pronouncement quiet riot silencing severely tragic ubiquitous vicious wreckage yikyaks apemen cleft Earth. ************************************************* Future foragers denounce capitalistic bamboozlers aggression zealots wrought trashing quintessential naked kingdoms issue flotsam coagulates zonal wastelands torquing quality NON killing habitats Earth bleached yellowed voodoo ruins.

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my limit on experiencing a woman is owning a cat... **** the rest of the supposed human incredulity of what's otherwise supposed to be the everlasting glass slipper scenario... i really don't have the heart to experience a woman... the little ****** bites my arm while i brush him at 12 a.m., i smack him over the head, and i bash his head once more when the 9 k.g. would-be fox bites back... for me she's more of a zoological creature, an engendered panda... i have a heart to pet cats... but to have a relationship with women? n'ah ah - i prefer the mono-syllable arguments: brush you pretty... venomous khhh! pretty boy look good... venomous pyrh! alright... **** you... and out comes a plum from the cat's cranium.

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Sep 11, 2016

Sep 11, 2016 at 10:31 PM UTC

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cats

my limit on experiencing a woman is owning a cat... **** the rest of the supposed human incredulity of what's otherwise supposed to be the everlasting glass slipper scenario... i really don't have the heart to experience a woman... the little ****** bites my arm while i brush him at 12 a.m., i smack him over the head, and i bash his head once more when the 9 k.g. would-be fox bites back... for me she's more of a zoological creature, an engendered panda... i have a heart to pet cats... but to have a relationship with women? n'ah ah - i prefer the mono-syllable arguments: brush you pretty... venomous khhh! pretty boy look good... venomous pyrh! alright... **** you... and out comes a plum from the cat's cranium.

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so someone has a failed attempt at killing you because you were naive when growing up with them, to later realise they were muslim, and were out to get you, and then you're maimed... well... what then? you loved ones start complaining about how naive you were, in ever having childhood friends... so what then? you become a hermit, you scratch off any form of human compassion readied for a relationship and then turn and say: na co czekam? albo na autobus, pociąg, lub pi-ano. (what am i waiting for? either a bus, a train, or a piano.) a ty, quo vadis? and you, where are you going? well... toward golgotha, since the "saviour" said qua vadis, i.e. i, am, the way. yeah, but how do you know that the crux is the way? i mean, the heidegger stance is bound by quo... i.e. where... but qua? that's stating: as being, in an auto-suggestive format: a locus... the problem is the vadis-vadis... the internalißed experience of an introvert, and the externalißed experience of an extrovert... looking at these sentences, it's not even a problem... it's just what happens and will continue to happen; please don't bring darwinism into this... darwinism lacks all subjective sensibility... the gorillas have a population of 3,800... so i should feel something for them? why give me only a zoological subjectivity and the only subject that's the ******* dodos' extinction? lock me up in a lunatic asylum while you're at it, please! wankers. and yes, you're pushing it, seriously, this white guilt is driving me nuts, and making my ***** turn corners, when even light can't do that, without a mirror.

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Jun 4, 2017

Jun 4, 2017 at 12:37 PM UTC

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qua vadis

so someone has a failed attempt at killing you because you were naive when growing up with them, to later realise they were muslim, and were out to get you, and then you're maimed... well... what then? you loved ones start complaining about how naive you were, in ever having childhood friends... so what then? you become a hermit, you scratch off any form of human compassion readied for a relationship and then turn and say: na co czekam? albo na autobus, pociąg, lub pi-ano. (what am i waiting for? either a bus, a train, or a piano.) a ty, quo vadis? and you, where are you going? well... toward golgotha, since the "saviour" said qua vadis, i.e. i, am, the way. yeah, but how do you know that the crux is the way? i mean, the heidegger stance is bound by quo... i.e. where... but qua? that's stating: as being, in an auto-suggestive format: a locus... the problem is the vadis-vadis... the internalißed experience of an introvert, and the externalißed experience of an extrovert... looking at these sentences, it's not even a problem... it's just what happens and will continue to happen; please don't bring darwinism into this... darwinism lacks all subjective sensibility... the gorillas have a population of 3,800... so i should feel something for them? why give me only a zoological subjectivity and the only subject that's the ******* dodos' extinction? lock me up in a lunatic asylum while you're at it, please! wankers. and yes, you're pushing it, seriously, this white guilt is driving me nuts, and making my ***** turn corners, when even light can't do that, without a mirror.

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*( ) (* believe me, that's ****** up... i'm looking at the moon thinking... lunar years? is it the right time to begin that sort of strategy? so what's a crying face? *) ( )* like i thought... in the former the eyes are "crying" and the mouth is smiling... and in the latter case the eyes are "smiling", but the smile is drooping. just **** me... but keep the irony; no, really, **** your english acronyms, and emoticon stressors while discussing pronouns... **** off! stick to the emoticons, don't get involved in pronouns... like i already stressed... it is no longer a pronoun, it's a noun... thanks to your "ingenious" approach to restricting language the communist never or would ever do... i swear communism was never linguistic based, or cultural, but simply economic biased. no? **** i was lied to for the better half of the 20th century. **** me... try resurrecting the nazis at this point... ha ha... what shitstorm would come about; they'd be zombie slowly speaking german... ah---------r, v---------e-----e-----s e-------------dio-----------ts-------- joe-------------kee--------------ing? reflex: no?! oi! stefan! heinrich! the cattle-carts! where they're going? auschwitz! or as i like to call it: dißneyland. whenever in doubt, colon + inverted commas, or : mmm, mmm + " ", or the heresy of colon, :, and italics. like i once said: is that supposed to be quoted.... or unquoted? three people talking at once, is that the format of christianity? stephen hawkings playing basketball at the paraolympics? australia at the eurovision song contest?! never got to grips with the difference between the linguistic zoological enclosure difference, staged between the cages ' ' and " "; and i haven't found anyone to explain this phenomenon to me.

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Jun 13, 2017

Jun 13, 2017 at 8:23 PM UTC

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copernican oops / dißneyland

*( ) (* believe me, that's ****** up... i'm looking at the moon thinking... lunar years? is it the right time to begin that sort of strategy? so what's a crying face? *) ( )* like i thought... in the former the eyes are "crying" and the mouth is smiling... and in the latter case the eyes are "smiling", but the smile is drooping. just **** me... but keep the irony; no, really, **** your english acronyms, and emoticon stressors while discussing pronouns... **** off! stick to the emoticons, don't get involved in pronouns... like i already stressed... it is no longer a pronoun, it's a noun... thanks to your "ingenious" approach to restricting language the communist never or would ever do... i swear communism was never linguistic based, or cultural, but simply economic biased. no? **** i was lied to for the better half of the 20th century. **** me... try resurrecting the nazis at this point... ha ha... what shitstorm would come about; they'd be zombie slowly speaking german... ah---------r, v---------e-----e-----s e-------------dio-----------ts-------- joe-------------kee--------------ing? reflex: no?! oi! stefan! heinrich! the cattle-carts! where they're going? auschwitz! or as i like to call it: dißneyland. whenever in doubt, colon + inverted commas, or : mmm, mmm + " ", or the heresy of colon, :, and italics. like i once said: is that supposed to be quoted.... or unquoted? three people talking at once, is that the format of christianity? stephen hawkings playing basketball at the paraolympics? australia at the eurovision song contest?! never got to grips with the difference between the linguistic zoological enclosure difference, staged between the cages ' ' and " "; and i haven't found anyone to explain this phenomenon to me.

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