It was only half a year ago that the people began to speak out.
No one really knew what it was they were saying because they only spoke in gibberish.
Like a Peanuts teacher babbling in audible but indiscernible words.
It was time to skim the pond and let the water return to fruition.
In the planted earth as a weed and a flower.
Both yellow and beautiful and spanning like a tower.
We have become the things we have despised, and despite it all I'm delighted for all.
We've picked up a fighting spirit. We've sussed out the last hooray.
Commonplace contemplating, while the pistols at dawn segue into nothingness.
Quarter to the hour. Half passed the time. Its in the past, its in line.
Careful consideration should be given, before they mass their misgivings.
Its over sooner than you'd think.
Its over longer than they'd know.
But, despite, the disputes they distracted the derelict and the damned
Despite the disputes demonstrated dastardly what bastardly ways they baited brave brothers before beginning the blaming.
From poems, to short stories, from rants to reviews, from shit to polish, this is the un-edited thought flowing blog so drink up, and be semi-entertained.
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