[100] Bad Poetry Month: Day 8
Verse is cadenced language, Cut up into lines. Poems are more profound verse That do not need to rhyme. The trouble as I see it Is in keeping track of stress. Who knew a tetra iamb, Unmetered, leaves a...
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They spoke of Them. I didn’t believe them, though. They told me then. I refused to consider. It’s nonsense, I said. It’s fake fol-de-rol, see? Once dead, they’re dead! Soul-eating monsters can’t...
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They ought not make “cottage cheese parfaits” that look like “yogurt parfaits.” Doing so, they really ought to label these atrocities in big fucking red letters: WARNING! THIS IS NOT YOGURT! Caveat...
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He’s stocky and short. He used to be chubby, but worked out and dieted and is now muscular — broad chest and shoulders, narrower waist. Gorilla-like. He’s also a single, relatively young man —...
View ArticleThe Monday Muttery
Blog Meta (Hope: avert your eyes for a moment) Welcome new Chicago-area friend! Hope you’re finding interesting stuff! Note that I just updated the Polyamory page with the most up-to-date links to my...
View Articlegekko’s fabulous USPS adventures!
Thank goodness it’s raining! It’s dreary, drizzly, cold, overcast, gray and absofuckinglutely beautiful. It’s been a while since we got rain, see. I rather like rain because it’s so rare. It’s been...
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In looking up the word “helve”, I ran across this delight of a sentence, originating in the novel Constance by Lawrence Durrell: The eyelet in the rose pilleum of his glans welled a clear bead that...
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This may not be a rant you’d expect to see. It’s become commonplace to hear people bemoan the cellphone culture. Complaints about how people are always talking (or texting) on their cellphones while...
View ArticleRichard Armitage Yorkshire Curd Tart Smoked Bacon Penis
Yes. That will do nicely. Thank you, that is all.
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