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@josxuo
Haiku for a Urinal
Such glamorless job
but still you never grumble
unlike janitor
In the Sunshine, on East Cliff
Ice plant and poppies
Coconut-scented sunscreen on the sea-wind.
Surfers
living the stoke, crossing the road
With ice plant- and poppy-
colored boards.
The sunshine beats this bare sheet,
My bare legs, my scars
A history of self-harm in bas-relief
Remember when I ******* my ***** with a *****,
wasted on Jäger
at Ataturk International?
God I get anxious.
Consider the surfers of the sea. For they work not, neither do they seek employment, nor gather into halfway houses, and yet your heavenly government feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they?
Apparently decidedly not.
Well, I mean, who fucking knows?
JM
Our heroes battle capitalism.
Stage 4 planet cancer.
LOL!
It goes without saying
O! the odes that I was reading
in the sunshine, by The Hook,
and while there was a raven,
the thick library book
was nothing more than artifice.
All I wanted was to look
at the surfers stripping out of their wetsuits in the parking lot.
Se vi kriegas vian poemon pri Batman al plejparte malamika homamaso en librejo; aŭ se vi elgurdas krudan nerafinitan kranion el pomo Granny Smith, surmetas tion sur la torson de pupo Bratz, alŝutas tion al Etsy, difinas la prezon alta; se venas al vi en la kapon la ideo fari operon kun nudaj klaŭnoj, vi ĝin verkas, elektas rolulojn kaj vi damne efektive faras tion? Tio ne tiom pruvas ke vi frenezas, kiom tio montras la simptomojn de laboremulo - kaj grandega sukceso
Maria Bamford
“Mother of the Forest” photo mightaswellbeby Georgia O’Keeffe
We saw only excellent fuel for the lime kilns.
[When the imagination dies, can the redwoods be far behind?]
please tell me why
Your home girl’s on the line but your daddy’s off the hook
Religious Holiday
“Good Friday? Are we talking about the weather?”
Sean hasn’t the still for the meaning.
“2000 years ago nothing happened,” he says.
“So why don’t we celebrate?”
Absurd. Absurdus. Surdus.
YET: Even the deaf feel the drum in their chest.
All of us together
“So they sued. The sued because they felt that the risk posed by even a minuscule black hole created by the Large Hadron Collider was unacceptable. That’s crazy. A black hole created by those forces under those conditions would be extremely unstable. It would dissolve out of existence in a flash. But also, if it didn’t, we’d all die. All of us together – instantaneously and without warning.” The man at the front of the darkened room shrugged, his fiery eyes darted around in their sockets. “What’s so bad about that?”