The Sophist
2019-07-30 12:33 pm
2020 points of data Dad's a little worried 'bout it Swimming in a pool of mana Shrouded in chaotic mantle Cross legged on the basement floor Flooding with the magic sauce New shadows like a candy store They dance outside and wait for us Anyway, he sits with mama Dreaming of a mind controller Come bridges of analysis Enslave me in a freer wonder Let me see the world pro rata Let them not be worried 'bout it Long books they wrote in spite of me Excerpting my whole destiny
0 Mary Steffen
2019-07-27 03:17 pm
summer rains growth within the world remember
Mary Steffen
2019-07-27 03:08 pm
I am fine Taken ride Time in space I am back All brand new Not in love On my own Not alone So much free
Gord
2019-07-19 11:45 am
To twitch and die, Filthy in my tiles, Robots see not I, For they have no eyes, No souls, nor desires. I could watch Shrek in the park, While people watch me, watching, Laughing at the audience. Kicking posts in the dark, Hoping to be on the bus, One they are kicked off, Pissed off, and drunk. I could flaunt, bereft of thought, While nobody watched, Like Portnoy says of the drums, A theater does not make it art, Simple beats touch their heart.
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