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In our world, the world has in it everything
This is a world where a lady must have two hearts
To wear as a necklace of two persons
And hide her heart with her person
As her person is her hearts
And her hearts must protect her own heart from hiding a person
A world where a lady is no lady or person as a
Lady with only her own one heart and its own person
This is a world that dresses a man in crutches three times
For people, twice for a poet, and not once for a person
A world that dresses a man in crutches and twice more in one suit
Where a man dresses himself in three times total with clothes
With two sets of clothes at once (one as the clothes and the second as what the clothes are)
And one set that is not clothes but he wears them as clothes
He dresses himself once again after that in no clothes, but dresses himself to wear himself as clothes
This is a world where people are not man or lady
But there is man that is people
And lady that is people
A world where people push themselves together to
Trap their words and escape purpose
Where people trap purpose and are trapped by purpose
This is a world where there is a world in each word but not on purpose
A world where words have purpose but no purpose has the right words
Where a word is one word or two or three words
This is a world where a word is each and every word and no word
And it is no wonder why no one knows
What words were said or what they
Were or are or heard
This is a world where no one or lady or man
Can be a person as a word but no one can
Be a person because no one knows in words what a person means
People don't know
A world where people don't know what heart or clothes or words or persons are but in our world people know what people are because it's simple
Where the world is not simple but in our world people are and our world has everything in it
This is a world where a lady must have two hearts
To wear as a necklace of two persons
And hide her heart with her person
As her person is her hearts
And her hearts must protect her own heart from hiding a person
A world where a lady is no lady or person as a
Lady with only her own one heart and its own person
This is a world that dresses a man in crutches three times
For people, twice for a poet, and not once for a person
A world that dresses a man in crutches and twice more in one suit
Where a man dresses himself in three times total with clothes
With two sets of clothes at once (one as the clothes and the second as what the clothes are)
And one set that is not clothes but he wears them as clothes
He dresses himself once again after that in no clothes, but dresses himself to wear himself as clothes
This is a world where people are not man or lady
But there is man that is people
And lady that is people
A world where people push themselves together to
Trap their words and escape purpose
Where people trap purpose and are trapped by purpose
This is a world where there is a world in each word but not on purpose
A world where words have purpose but no purpose has the right words
Where a word is one word or two or three words
This is a world where a word is each and every word and no word
And it is no wonder why no one knows
What words were said or what they
Were or are or heard
This is a world where no one or lady or man
Can be a person as a word but no one can
Be a person because no one knows in words what a person means
People don't know
A world where people don't know what heart or clothes or words or persons are but in our world people know what people are because it's simple
Where the world is not simple but in our world people are and our world has everything in it
Literature
It Is Hope
Dollar signs swarm like wasps,
Threaten to sting from all directions.
They thicken, become the fog of depression,
The choking, crippling fog, threatening to solidify,
Become the dark abyss, the place knowledge fails
to picture out of pure terror.
But then, a spark.
Will it ignite?
What is it?
Employment? Success?
Happiness?
It is these things and more, yet it is not.
It is hope.
Literature
Reverberation
Reverberation
Light flies
Reflecting off soggy leaves
The branches of a laurel tree
Whipping side to side
A high wind rising
Back and forth
Striking what comes within reach
Lashing out like rods
Turning, bending
I hear it in the tunnels
Reverberation
Literature
The Forest of Evenmore
The Forest of Evenmore
Other names: A'enore, Land of Eternal Twilight
Capital: Iltahamara, The Halls of Dusk
Populance: Dark Elven with a mix of Sylvans from Thahelenora.
Flora: The majority of the forest of Evenmore is made up of Purple beeches, which gives the forest it's name. The tin grey bark is used to make lightweight and supple armor, beloved of the swift and nibble elves, Dark alfar and Sylvan alike.
Fauna: Huge grey wolves stalk the shady paths and glens and many owls roost among the branches. Both are sometimes taken as beloved companions to the elves.
The Elves who call the forest of Evenmore their home found it after their
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It's important not to offend people in this world or you will get in trouble. I would spend all day offending people if I didn't have to deal with the consequences. It's really easy, you don't even have to mean it and that doesn't change even if they know you don't mean it. It's also important to remember that if you insult someone or say something that would offend them in a really clever way then no one will be offended. They might just turn into impressed idiots. Sometimes I feel as if the way I live and think about people has made living unbearable whether alone or with people. I could be a lot happier 99 percent of the time and a lot better off in this world as some impressed idiot. You don't need to worry about expression or insight or meaning or say anything clever because you can talk about how you're a shiny new easter egg and that movie was great and it gave you a new stripe, and Walt Whitman was fascinating and his work is beautiful and that's all I have to say for me to get some pastel polka dots to keep existing and that will get you through the day and that will get you laid and then you can lay some more eggs into this pretty world. A happy little egg and that happy will get you through the night and the week and the year and it'll never take you so low that you can't imitate a movie or so high that your memories have to be real and you have to worry about creating them. I might have been happier that way without knowing or caring about what being happy is and it's all right to feel happy like in the movies all the time without being smart enough to know what I am feeling is that I'm incomplete and empty, that I'm unfulfilled and rolling down a styrofoam mountain with an avalanche of hedonic garbage, but hey at least I don't ever get offended by a couple hot words I don't agree with.
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to be honest, the stuff you usually post is a riot, and hilarious and edgy... this.. this is just offensive