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My Back Hurts I am sitting in an overcurved chair And my legs are curled in unnatural over under My shoulders are hunched protecting my work These elbows stick out overedge of overcurved chair My knees are strained and in complaint And when I stand one shall forget Of its attachment to my leg And I will urge it to correct With many violent shakes to motion Yet listen it will not My nose feels tight throughout the passage Up until it reaches the place Where my eyebrows dare not to meet Causing my eyes to have unnatural desire To leap from socket and bow before a porcilene throne The pain is first noticed in my shoulders But brushed away as natural Then it jumps down the spine Like a million miniature dancers wearing spiked German boots Till it resides just above my backside Pinching with the ferocity of a terrible pervert And I am unaware, but a headache begins Because my upper and lower jaw are having A cage fight in my mouth I believe it is time To take a long bath Do not upset the ugly worm, lest it be a dragon in disguise. (>oo)> |
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 Gumbo |
Little something that i wanna share i guess If anyone reads this thread But first post in a while yay Bout to head to straqngeo >.> Here: The Immortal Things He says that these times are the strange ones He talks with god But not with me He asks what do you think about When you fall asleep With the sister of Death The moon has always been female she Is a falsetto She knows the songs Of the valley of the shadow of night Track her geography Watch out for fire! Don’t forget she’s yours Keep good company! Never let her go Save your provisions! Remember the lost languages Love one another! in the spring you gotta let the flowers fully blossom |
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 weeneybomber |
There once was a norn named Dum Diddle. And all he'd do was play a fiddle. Til' he sat on a ettin. Then he was regrettin. Where he had sat that one day. In his sorrow he began to play. His small little guitar. Until he got hit with a bar. Then he was dead. And now is great uncle Fred. Is so sad. |
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Lalasa |
I wrote a poem about a norn named Dorinda who got herself addicted on the Lotus Flowers agents. As she sat there eating them and sleeping all the time, I wrote this, as if to justify her actions. Dorinda's Dream I dream of many special things Like ettins flying with cotton wings And gigantic norns eating tiny pie Their noses touching the fabric of sky Then the room grows very tight And suddenly I see so much light As my head crashed through the top And stars came into view with a pop And then I woke up and it was gone And the world I came to felt very wrong Except for the flower in front of me Which in it was the best beauty Holding it it was soft as silk Tasting it, it was cream and milk Then I felt heavy, my feet were lead And drowsiness snapped down my head And I let myself go Into dreams below. |
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