Poetry here.
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He has nice peanuts and icecream and so do you
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Evolution
While thumbing his phone
he walks into a lamp post.
Evolution sighs.
While thumbing his phone
he walks into a lamp post.
Evolution sighs.
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Or into an oncoming car. Watched that happen the other day.Ned wrote:Evolution
While thumbing his phone
he walks into a lamp post.
Evolution sighs.
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John K wrote:Or into an oncoming car. Watched that happen the other day.Ned wrote:Evolution
While thumbing his phone
he walks into a lamp post.
Evolution sighs.
Perhaps cars are natures way of culling the unfit.
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Earth is like a soap on a rope
Earth is like a soap on a rope
twirled around by the sun,
year after year,
in an endless run.
I wonder if the sun is aware
how sick, how beyond hope
how badly infested by us
this poor globe is at the end of the rope.
If I were the sun
I would not want to know…
…I would open my hand;
let the poor bastards go.
Earth is like a soap on a rope
twirled around by the sun,
year after year,
in an endless run.
I wonder if the sun is aware
how sick, how beyond hope
how badly infested by us
this poor globe is at the end of the rope.
If I were the sun
I would not want to know…
…I would open my hand;
let the poor bastards go.
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I don)t undersstand why i don)t understand any of this
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You ain’t dead yet
You ain’t dead yet,
the clown said to the waif
hoping to cheer him up…
...but the bum didn’t wait
for the explanation,
but hit him for a buck
for a dram of whisky,
to forget he was alive,
hoping the memory would fade
by the time the effect wore off.
You ain’t dead yet,
the clown said to the waif
hoping to cheer him up…
...but the bum didn’t wait
for the explanation,
but hit him for a buck
for a dram of whisky,
to forget he was alive,
hoping the memory would fade
by the time the effect wore off.
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I dont kniw why i dont understand any of it and i dont know why its suh a ig game
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Animals
Animals are sane,
reality is their life...
...humans lie and cheat.
Animals are sane,
reality is their life...
...humans lie and cheat.
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Are you and 'Skip' twin brothers, by any chance?Ned wrote:Evolution
While thumbing his phone
he walks into a lamp post.
Evolution sighs.
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Why in a dream last night did i wake up with a sort of remake of a foreinger song called double vision? It was strange because i coulfn't figure out why ig was there or who created the song.
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The song was pretty darn good, but i'm not sure how it got there. I was wondering how i could wake up in the middle of the night with this pretty really good song in my head and noone reated it? i didn't write it, and i don't think the people int dream created it, so i i was so perplexed as to who created this song that wasn't created by anyone?
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On My Mind
The new totalitarianism...
Is an alice in wonderland...
You know not that you're in it...
Is it me or a dream that I'm in...
Yet we keep talking to each other on here...
To be recorded why...
Turn away from this that degrades you...
And seek each other in places of the real...
The internet was always a way to diffuse your power...
How could it have been otherwise...
The new totalitarianism...
Is an alice in wonderland...
You know not that you're in it...
Is it me or a dream that I'm in...
Yet we keep talking to each other on here...
To be recorded why...
Turn away from this that degrades you...
And seek each other in places of the real...
The internet was always a way to diffuse your power...
How could it have been otherwise...
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East Africa
To not belong in this time
In that yes born now was
Meaning why be as it is now
Dress as a person from 40 years past
No not that but why follow suit with it
The enter here and exit here logic of a life-time
Conveyerbelt Life-form moves and becomes what is
Yet the what is is anti-you perhaps and so not to follow
But to stepping back and becoming not it is also not easy
It would depend on the strength of the idea and belief system
That you would be able to behold and project and it'd have to put
The dominant way of being in the shade, that in comparison you come out stronger
To not belong in this time
In that yes born now was
Meaning why be as it is now
Dress as a person from 40 years past
No not that but why follow suit with it
The enter here and exit here logic of a life-time
Conveyerbelt Life-form moves and becomes what is
Yet the what is is anti-you perhaps and so not to follow
But to stepping back and becoming not it is also not easy
It would depend on the strength of the idea and belief system
That you would be able to behold and project and it'd have to put
The dominant way of being in the shade, that in comparison you come out stronger