I like the sound PLOP.
Sometimes I hear it as FLOP.
Micheal Stipe is gay.
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Buried deep in snow,
The long-forgotten tomb of
Winter claims my soul.
I would try to claw
My way out, but the warmth is
Just so inviting.
The howling winds are
Like the call of my forebears,
Welcoming me home.
Perhaps I have found
That which I have sought for so
Long; a place to rest.
I've an umbrella
Good thing for this odd weather
Plus it just looks nice
Copio letras
El teclado que tengo
No los ofrece
Vraiment au hasard,
Pour un étranger total,
J'envoie une lettre
pettanko rights activist
yo, like, look at my wizards, my dudebrah, they could be cool or something iunno
The snow mounds here too...
Through the grayest winter I
Kept looking to June.
Yet with this whiteness
I do feel quite blessed, wonder
If I want to move.
The nights may be cold,
But the sun like gold, maybe
It still is too soon.
NTR. Wincest.
Creampie. Vore. These tags will ne-
-ver hold anything
Aliens on Earth
Who says we were humans if
We landed here first
Book nearly finished
About three men in a boat
Just two chapters left
Proyecto mío
Expandiendo al día
Qué dolor sea
Il est presque onze heures
Et je vais me promener
Par ces temps étranges
("Presque" stopped applying while I was figuring out that last one. I'm not entirely sure it's just one syllable but it ends with a vowel and the next word begins with a vowel so I think it would be pronounced "presq'onze," thus allowing me to get away with it.)
pettanko rights activist
yo, like, look at my wizards, my dudebrah, they could be cool or something iunno
Cold winds but sunshine,
Walking through old footsteps on,
Water more like land.
Chores done with early
Just need to not waste my time
Now that I have it
Diez seguidores
Tengo dos en Salvador
Y dos en Rusia
(This is in reference to Artstation, it appears that I lost some at some point because I distinctly remember my first three followers all being in Moscow)
Bon, je veux écrire,
Les minutes passent rapidement,
Et je n'écris pas
pettanko rights activist
yo, like, look at my wizards, my dudebrah, they could be cool or something iunno
everyday there...
is more day. she is gone now.
she is gone now. flop.
Watched the superb owl
Take flight this evening, but the
Show was one-sided.
Sorry chief, but a
Buck an ear is far too much!
No corn is worth that.
Student's turn up dead.
Calamity has begun.
Mei does not exist.
This was an old Haiku I came up with when I first saw the Anime "Another."
CIEIR, short for "Could It Exist In Real-Life?"
(Pronounced Seer: A person who can see the Future.)
See the future through music. Feel the future through music.
Memory imprints.
Tell me to believe. Or tell.
Me to think things think.
Three Men in a Boat
A nineteenth century book
But still a fair time
¿Qué leeré ya?
Un libro más moderno
Igual de corto
Dessin commencé,
J'ai six jours par en finir
Bon, nous voyerons
pettanko rights activist
yo, like, look at my wizards, my dudebrah, they could be cool or something iunno
Sally the cool cat.
PLOP PLOP PLOP. PLOP PLOP PLOP PLOP.
Seven cats fell down.
The concept of love
It took four iterations
But I have something
Abandonado
El disco en mi mesa
Desde Noviembre
Un compte supprimé
Soudain, sans avertissement
Sans raison connue
pettanko rights activist
yo, like, look at my wizards, my dudebrah, they could be cool or something iunno
Day's been stressful I
Need some anti-stress fuel lie
In bed restful night
Live. Live. Live, thou must.
Except for the Chainsawman.
That gets a cartoon!?!
Don't where it goes,
The road that we all travel.
Don't know much I know.
Don't know why I chose,
The road that here unravels.
Though if we just go.
I guess it will show.
Guess we'll see if glaciers are
More cool or more cold.
An hour and a half
Of preparing for a game
Yeah I guess I'll watch
Camino largo
Hacia el otro lado
De la ciudad
Je prends une photo
A la fenêtre, dehors
Et très élevé
pettanko rights activist
yo, like, look at my wizards, my dudebrah, they could be cool or something iunno
I'm at a loss for,
New crossroads without crosses.
Wins without losses.
To me? To others.
They better take precautions.
Cross all too often.
With life. With learning.
With strife or with a yearning.
For better meant yet.
Deep Purple, mark one
With orchestral flourishes
Strange to revisit
Hay demasiado
Para intentar con todo
Siento pequeño
Un dessin simple
D'une figure sans un visage
Fini dans trois jours
pettanko rights activist
yo, like, look at my wizards, my dudebrah, they could be cool or something iunno
Been led astray but
Follow the stars and I'll find
No way. Peace of mind.
My art is finished
It's out there for all the world
Seems to be a hit
El gran proyecto
Mucho queda por hacer
Pero avanzo
Un jour productif
Et aujourd'hui, j'écris tôt
Une petite victoire
pettanko rights activist
yo, like, look at my wizards, my dudebrah, they could be cool or something iunno
My mind has a way,
Of always playing the worst
Way all things can play.
Wake up from a dream,
All things glimmer and shine till
My mind builds a scene.
Can't control it nor,
Just trivialize what's in store,
Always something more.
Meditate, maybe...
Some trick of mind can take me,
From this forfeit door.
Make way for better,
Doors where the force ain't tethered,
Strengthen; win your war.
Planet Earth, Deserts
Camels being really weird
In Mongolia
Ya son las once
El tiempo va rápido
Al no actuar
Un projet nouveau
Je sais ce que je vais faire.
Temps de travailler!
pettanko rights activist
yo, like, look at my wizards, my dudebrah, they could be cool or something iunno
Yesterday I shaved
And I forgot overnight
My chin surprised me
Es ese día
Dia de San Valentín
Y estoy solo
J'ai écrit beaucoup
Un millier de mots ou plus
Dans seulement trois heures
pettanko rights activist
yo, like, look at my wizards, my dudebrah, they could be cool or something iunno
Falling down, down, down...
Some day I'm sure I'll climb up.
Before my time's up.
Roses are blood red,
Violins are instruments,
Love's an illusion.
Valentine's Day hearts
Should be anatomical,
Not some made-up shape.
All joking aside,
I don't hate this holiday—
At least in spirit.
I'd love it even
More if I sold sappy cards
And fancy choc'late.
I forget which day...
It's the day you celebrate
Witches who can't spell.
