Of Poki And LokiPoki once said to Loki “Who are you?”Of Poki And Loki
and Loki said “Why do you ask?” and Poki hopped up and down
with a boy in his mind and a man in his heart
and he said with his head up side down
“I am you but nothings in my head, now will
you please come along and sleep in my bed?”
and Loki grabbed his eyes and he pulled them out
he wiped them on his shirt and began to shout
“I am not you
nor am I them
and I me and I am you
and beds are like Anansi
Fu
Utter NonsenseHow can a tail less fish swim? It is a question that makes one wonder, Just like life and all its stupid limbs The question asks to be ponder.Utter Nonsense
It is the answer that will count, Perhaps we should ask great lord Cthalhu. Or perhaps the seeker of knowledge can mount
The steed lord Sleipnir for our sought answers.
And in my nonsense I float on the shining ocean So that I can dive to R’lyeh to ask my question, And dive deeply I do with one graceful motion
And with a weird something I called trepidation.
Thanks be to the great Lord Cthulhu &nb
Finger NailsThe man examined his finger nails; he picked at them with his free hand annoyingly trying to remove the lightly embedded hangnails that hid behind the chubby, decaying flesh surrounding it. His face was tired but plain. “I hate them” he thought, his probing became more intense and, to his amazement, more useless.Finger Nails
“I hate them, there so pointless. There an evolutionary back water, left over from the days of the cave man, no even earlier than that. Why do we even need them? What is there purpose now? To simply be there and annoy people like me? To shape the tips of my fingers into malformed, uneven, broken, and…
Of Dreams and NightmaresHere in my house I sleep with lies andOf Dreams and Nightmares
dreams
Singing to my brain silently. Repose is no time of rest for me.
In madness above me,
I see things in masquerade Dancing and singing in the toothless mouth of the murderer. Innocent and cherubic
they dance to the rhythm of his lapping, probing tongue. Malice and hunger and greed drool down in streams of blood to kiss me.
In reason below me,
I see heaven veiled in the shadows of Poseidon. Ships made of fingers and eyes and emeralds waltz under me. Nymphs and Sirens sing a son
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MEHRDAD
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The Real World Sucks. Imagination is better.
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The Real World Sucks. Imagination is better.
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