Nothing but alternating jots and lines here. Not for the faint-hearted.
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Pedestrian: Hey! Look where you’re driving!
Cyclist: Oh, please. Do you know how icky it’s to scrape a chihuahua out of your spokes? No? Then don’t come lecturing to me. I know what I’m doing.
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I love and kiss your body
Until the undertaker comes
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Some alternate names for this blog, the Masks of Eris, were Blind Pitiless Indifference, Dancing for the Flesh and Brain Buffet, but they were too creepy. So was I See the Gradients.
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We made sweet love
Till the crack of dawn
Then went flying high
With the crack of Dawn
And I compared your parts
To — !
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Mm, I See the Gradients. Or The square root of a sum ain’t the sum of the square roots, ye schmucks!, or TSROASATSOTSRYS, except that it is, in certain special cases, namely when either of the numbers is zero. But what about complex numbers?
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Life is like the night sky,
An astronaut’s star-view —
Namely mostly empty,
A vacuum that seriously sucks.
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Anyway, of all the possible names, Autumn Fellows Inc. was the worst: no-one would have ever, ever gotten the joke. Autumn fellow equals fall guy, okay? A really useful business to be in, Autumn Fellows Inc. — “Get yer scapegoats here! A villain for every crisis! We’ve got a kook to get you off the hook! We’ve got a reason for every calamity!”
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Man: Here we go again!
Woman: Oh God! It’s like — It’s better than — ohgod ohgod ohgod —
(a sudden meteorite strike occurs.)
God: NAMEDROPPER.
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I find nesting words highly amusing: like belief and faith. Still, I have nothing but great respect for beliars and those that have, you know, ‘Faith’.
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Really, I need a category called ‘bad, bad, evil, sick, creepy bad poetry’ for posts like this. What mind-curdling, pants-boggling horror next?
