I write poems, Inside domes, made of foams, while eating said foams.
Dumbledore: "Now, it's great that you've been saving the school and all Harry, but unfortunately your grades have been a tad low, and, well... perhaps Gandalf could explain it better... hit it, Gandalf!
The large blue speedily-running high-up adverb was boring as an idle thin noiseless harmless-looking power line. No sign of what the author truly mendaciously meant, as cumbersome as figuratively wet soggy cloths for sleep-insulation.
I quickly saw it awesomely, majestically and just was blown away, by clichés, by the rhythm surprisingly changing and what did the author truly mendaciously mean? It never pointedly clearly fallaciously or otherwise came to mind.
A large blue speedily-running high-up adverb: I quickly saw it awesomely, majestically and just forgot the pen-holding literate key-typing existing
Please let this day be over, I can't take it anymore. The long hours of work I have to pour over. The words on the screen blur to nothing. It's endless. The early mornings when by brain can't function. The times i'm too tired to open my eyes. The days i'm too exhausted to get out of bed. It's endless, and I can't take it anymore. If this is school. I want it to end.
How I love the color orange, And the yummy taste of an orange. Apples are fine too, though not as good, they're like, OK I guess. And grapes, I suppose, do their best. Bannannnannaaas are good, though no where near Oranges Oranges are the best.
Shattered hearts full of dreams. Shattered minds across the sky. Soft caress lay in tatters. Bloodshed is all that matters. Shattered people just like me. Strew on the ground and left unbound.
Here in a forgotten land. Stepping blindly into the night. Scared of everything that lies ahead. Scared of what's going to make me dead.
These were just some poem lines I had lying around, got bored.
crash. like symbols of cymbals colliding through space.
I think the crescent is named, after the, moon, and the moon isn't named after the crescent,, the man in the moon could tell us for certain but he's a crescent, that's the problem only a sliver of his mouth, and right cheek, right eye, and right eyebrow are available for consulting.
When you're faced with something you don't understand, I think the most natural thing but also least interesting thing you can be is afraid.
Barnacles are bad, cats are rad, I'm a tad mad, and chickens love salad.
Dumbledore: "Now, it's great that you've been saving the school and all Harry, but unfortunately your grades have been a tad low, and, well... perhaps Gandalf could explain it better... hit it, Gandalf!
i know porridge brain is porridge pain but does it work backwards? if porridge could feel pain . . . would it have consciousness? c o n s c i o u s n e s s --- rice slow-cooked in a puddle by the sun slow-cooked to irreversible softness, and congee congeals on the roadside.
dictionary definitions have narrow lenses narrow fences, the kind of things we call porridge, bread, sandwich "a rose by any other name" would still be Shakespeare's genius, recognisable through breaking display cases.
maybe my porridge brain isn't so porridge after all. (but i wouldn't know that.)
