The Grasses Cry Defiance -
Their shriek enShocks the spine -

New Bliss -
Bladeless -

Quetzalcoatl Caught Alive! -
Wade the Tide of Ritual
with Beating Heart and Blood! -

Flood the Eye with Images,
Bend the Ear with Sound,
Sanctify the Shivering -
(Writhe Soft upon this ground) -

A chilly, blinded Radiance -
Contortion Come Refined -

the grasses sigh to silence,
And Every Note is Mine.

[-]
zeh

I can't top that.

wow.

(though then, it's not really quite my style.
the wordplay is very nice, though.)
man. the laundry room is brutal today.

[there are] students camped out in savage settlements, clawing [other people's] loads of laundry from the machines as soon as the cycles finish... tossing clumps of clothing haphazardly into corners, herds of forgotten socks rotting on the floor like dead, vacuumed rats...

complete bellum omnium contra omnes. hobbes must be killing kittens in his casket right now. well, not that i blame him. i guess there wouldn't be much else to do, anyway.

I'm lucky enough to have two loads in dryers and one wet load collecting grime on a dusty shelf.

I inadvertantly learned a trick, though--

if you double-pay at the dryer, you can make it double the time.

This effectively reserves the dryer for two of your loads, since no one will be crazy enough to {stop a dryer mid-cycle, dispose of the clothing within, and then use the remainder of someone else's paid time for their own load}. So you're free to mosey on down once half your dryer-time is up, take out your first load, replace it with a second, and re-start the cycle. No real chance of machine-takeover. I approve.
we foppish, bickering featherbaskets; Shh--
I hear whispers: don't look now, but-
we tumble and slide
away from the dumb glaze of a soppy, ancient cloud

wooly as an old, dry buffalo, panting
lonely and cold after her herd

(she hasn't met that frosted, pulpy pit-pat
-SPLAT
her fellows found when They rolled down
from that icy, solid sheet -

) which is lovely, but seagulls?

With warming shrugs,
we float to chase the sun.






//
or i guess i could have just taken a picture,
but .. words are prettier?
current want:

a report on myers-briggs temperament evaluations as a function of successive generations- with multiple data-points for different life-periods for those involved-
oh, and some sleep.

quiet slumber evaluated as a continuous function of heteronomous logic

Goes the weasel! all
around the cobbler's bench;

The monkey chased the weasel-
pop! came the rain-
merrily, merrily, merrily,
merrily under the
haystack, and

Washed the spider out;
he called for his pipe, and he

Called-

For his Bowl-
to see a lamb at School;
baa,
baa,    Black      Sheep--

Fast
asleep.

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