Lazy Dogs Under the MoonlightI spot a quick brown dog leaping over lines of lazy foxes Where simplicity is as easy as the river’s wings Which the quick brown dog aptly sprouts and flies awayLazy Dogs Under the Moonlight
Heading towards the sideways moving sun
Melting water looks up with sparkling eyes waves and says goodbye A daisy takes its head and throws it, a yellow discus blade The quick brown dog catches it between his teeth and with a frivolous smile Is gone in the night
A man watches with glass eyes and takes this in He touches the machine in place of his heart And reaches down to pat the lazy fox at his side as
HairHer pubes shone bright in the summer's light As the sheen shined off in a horrible sight The hair hung down to her knees past her thighs Straight and sure, perfect and pure, like a prizeHair
Upon glaring at this fearful, awful monstrosity Her suitor thought to himself, out of curiosity What kind of evolution could bring this about? What, strictly, brought this hair out?
He got to his knees and stared at the thing The stench was powerful and made his nose sting He groveled about in horrow and in awe He could not look into that terrible maw
So he stood up o
Sadness and Happiness"Mommy, that lady is smoking a cigarette because she's sad."Sadness and Happiness
Annalise looked down with surprise at her daughter. The girl was prone to saying odd things, but this one was stranger than usual. Often, the statements were generalizations, but this time it was specific, about one person. Annalise looked up and across the street to the woman that her daughter was pointing at and noted that the woman was crying. Her eyeliner had run down her inner eyes, staining her otherwise lovely face.
"Mommy, why do tears make people so ugly? Sadness is beautiful." Annalise raised her eyebrows.
"What makes sadness beautifu
Going Out With a BangIt’s the sort of time of morning when you’re not really sure whether you’re really awake, or if you’re still dreaming. When the two worlds overlap twist the context of one another.Going Out With a Bang
On my bed sits a creature; I greet him with by rubbing my right eye and groaning.
“You will die today.”
It’s a hell of a good morning, I think, but I’m not exactly what you’d call surprised or frightened by this creature's words, despite its many eyes and its gray skin. He speaks again in many voices,
“This is a promise that you won’t die until you’ve fi
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To anyone who knows a writer, never underestimate the power of your encouragement.
- Matthew Reilly
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I am gnarly
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Some day, it will all still make no sense whatsoever.
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I love that image
The person who drew it is fecking awesome
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[.But if you're in the eye of storm.]
[.Just think of the lonely dove.]
[.The experience of survival is the key.]
[.To the gravity of love.]
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- lost all sanity -
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Yes.
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