So I Said to Myself, Self...Forsythe is much too cool a name for someone who commits genocide. Hopefully prose is acceptable compared to poetry. Assignment due in the next... five hours? But I finished every chapter up to Anamnesis and I can't stop writing.
Who keeps downloading my word vomit? You stop. Go read something worthwhile.
Speaking of vomit...
Too Cute
My love, I cannot bear to look at you,
You're just too cute. I fear it's true
Your very image sears my eyes
I promise you I speak no lies
Bile rising, I start to shake,
You're too sweet for me to take
There must be something I can do
So I can bear to look at you
Yet I know what the solution is,
My stomach churns and starts to fizz
I don't blame you for what you are,
It's just your beauty I must mar
Please forgive me! I'm not strong!
I've kept this in for far too long
This gift of vomit I endow
I can look upon you now
Llama
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What may this mean, that thou, dead corpse, again, in complete steel revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon?
Hamlet - Act I
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...It's all or nothing.
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They condemn what they do not understand.
All the animals are bugging me. They await your return!
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One day it'll make all sense...
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Needs Coffee...
Needs More Coffee...
--Green is Love--
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I don’t know why we are here, but I’m pretty sure that it is not in order to enjoy ourselves.
- Ludwig Wittgenstein
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Long has paled that sunny sky:
Echoes fade and memories die:
Autumn frosts have slain July.
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~Elora
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What may this mean, that thou, dead corpse, again, in complete steel revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon?
Hamlet - Act I
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