Derek
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That's a quandary
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Good Poem!
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Very evocative emotions in that one
Lykanized
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Medical grade mosaic of unnerving irrecoverable madness, mad dash of a mad freeze, colloquially, that is, until it's of a fit bill of health to be our degree of surging enrapturedness. Following the heat of the moment we meet and kiss and the architecture of us crumbles together. Delight in the delusion of destruction. Something of an end we see in the calling times
--Well that's just automatic writing since it seems Chrysalis's thread is aimed toward more sophisticated, psychic channeling type of automatic writing
--Well that's just automatic writing since it seems Chrysalis's thread is aimed toward more sophisticated, psychic channeling type of automatic writing
Ukpoohbear
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Toss the salad with the correct order and you will have to it will get more in a couple weeks before you leave and you get the stuff done and I can do something else to you get it done in a couple of days I’ll probs have you had done it
I typed in toss the salad and the middle button on my iPhone lol
I typed in toss the salad and the middle button on my iPhone lol
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Dulce et Decorum Est
- Wilfred Owen
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.
Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.
- Wilfred Owen
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.
Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.
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JUPITERASC
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No memes, Jupiter. Here is the warning shot. I know you have some good ones in non-meme format.