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Tue Apr 23, 2019 6:17 pm
Corvid says...



Day Fourteen

Holy problems:
transformation of their successors
no satisfactory way to calculate
that same dissatisfaction
"yeet"
- albert einstein
  





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Tue Apr 23, 2019 6:18 pm
Corvid says...



Day Fifteen

Aristocracy's endless feuding.
An efficient and respectful bureaucracy,
within the scheme of things,
infinitely greater than the lower class
their countrymen.
"yeet"
- albert einstein
  





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Tue Apr 23, 2019 6:20 pm
Corvid says...



Day Sixteen

Securing to cut their losses,
the lives of ten thousand men.
The shock not merely of defeat
but of obliteration.
"yeet"
- albert einstein
  





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Tue Apr 23, 2019 6:20 pm
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Day Seventeen

Yet victory,
given time
was just as fatal
"yeet"
- albert einstein
  





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Tue Apr 23, 2019 6:25 pm
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Day Eighteen

God, how strange and awful.
Did I forget he died?
Years after I'd seen him,
I found myself thinking of him
in early morning dreams,
I kept returning to certain figures,
ghosts,
details I barely thought about at the time.
"yeet"
- albert einstein
  





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Tue Apr 23, 2019 6:26 pm
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Day Nineteen — (This one's blackout poetry, so it's still a work in progress)

Inexplicable.
The story of millennia are written as poetry
We can never know what happened
a definitive topic is a mirage.
"yeet"
- albert einstein
  





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Tue Apr 23, 2019 6:29 pm
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Day Twenty.
Warning for profanity.
Spoiler! :

Fuck you.
Fuck you good.
You think that was blind?
Look at what we used to say
—hello, how are you,
hi, hello—
This was a world I wasn't ready to enter.
Something about the look and touch
and function of the thing
was alien and unsettling.
I was barely human.
"yeet"
- albert einstein
  





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Tue Apr 23, 2019 6:30 pm
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Day Twenty-One

'Edification'
The twisted corpse,
brought to battle,
lay upon an immense forest of stakes.
implacable,
the murdered king lay in his grave.
"yeet"
- albert einstein
  





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Tue Apr 23, 2019 6:31 pm
Corvid says...



Day Twenty-Two

These were their lawyers—
men on material
you could purchase
over a person's life.
"yeet"
- albert einstein
  





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Tue Apr 23, 2019 6:35 pm
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Day Twenty-Three
warnings for mentions of prostitution

Spoiler! :
Sightless eyeballs,
shrunken and fixed upon
their temples,
their doors forbidden.
Children brandishing
garlands, perfume, whores
—good ones, too—
the spirit of modern-day merriment.
"yeet"
- albert einstein
  





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Fri Apr 26, 2019 3:01 am
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Day Twenty-Four, a little late

He had taught his countrymen,
young predators of instinct and impulse,
to endure one-another.
The natural restlessness of youth needed reform,
so was her fearsome reputation.
"yeet"
- albert einstein
  





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Fri Apr 26, 2019 3:04 am
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Day Twenty-Five, somehow on time.


Today the city is the smell of falafel and lamb kabob, cigarette smoke on the subway platform. It is a hot, humid train with fogged windows, empty cups on the sidewalk, and day-old scaffolding somehow already plastered with graffiti. It is a woman with a lipstick-stained surgical mask, and coughing so loud you wish you were wearing a mask, too.
"yeet"
- albert einstein
  








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