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Uneventful like human existence
charmingly void, inconspicuous;
a pearl of water, cliff hanging
off The Big Empty. Chips ahoy!

See the tremble in my hands?
It is the mischievous raccoon
--a feverish imagination, dried up
as thousand suns set on it.

I am aging. Yet my soul has wrinkled
way before the nether regions of the eyes.

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You even do bad poetry well...*lost in admiration*

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Originally posted by Seitse
Uneventful like human existence
charmingly void, inconspicuous;
a pearl of water, cliff hanging
off The Big Empty. Chips ahoy!

See the tremble in my hands?
It is the mischievous raccoon
--a feverish imagination, dried up
as thousand suns set on it.

I am aging. Yet my soul has wrinkled
way before the nether regions of the eyes.

All rights reserved by Seitse © 2015
Sounds like a copy and paste from GB from somewhere else.

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Last thing I did well, my friend, was to breathe.
Yet that will end someday too. Like everything else.

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Originally posted by Sicilian Sausage
GB
General Boredom? Geriatric Banter? Gooey Boobs?

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Bash me, you rodents, go ahead!

I can write the saddest sonnets tonight.

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Originally posted by Seitse
General Boredom? Geriatric Banter? Gooey Boobs?
GREAT BRITAIN


Of course 😕

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Is this the Spirituality Thread?

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Originally posted by Seitse
Bash me, you rodents, go ahead!

I can write the saddest sonnets tonight.
Why should we bash you? But a sonnet it was not, was it?

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Originally posted by Seitse
Uneventful like human existence
charmingly void, inconspicuous;
a pearl of water, cliff hanging
off The Big Empty. Chips ahoy!

See the tremble in my hands?
It is the mischievous raccoon
--a feverish imagination, dried up
as thousand suns set on it.

I am aging. Yet my soul has wrinkled
way before the nether regions of the eyes.

All rights reserved by Seitse © 2015
They have pills for that nowadays.

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Originally posted by ChessPraxis
They have pills for that nowadays.
Rainbows!

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Originally posted by Seitse
Gooey Boobs?
😵

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Originally posted by Trev33
😵
Ya sounds a bit like necrophilia. I think a more appropriate face would be.😲

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Originally posted by Seitse
Last thing I did well, my friend, was to breathe.
Yet that will end someday too. Like everything else.
After the torch-light red on sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agony in stony places
The shouting and the crying
Prison and place and reverberation
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little patience


TS Eliot, Wasteland

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Originally posted by Great Big Stees
Ya sounds a bit like necrophilia. I think a more appropriate face would be.😲
Sounds like a type of candy.

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