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image are annotated with juicy factoids.i took a picture as she died, i think it blew her mind
i tried to save that left of her—as such, was i unkind?…
…i thought of jumping from my room, a thirteenth-story pad,
you climbed Mt. Everest—twice—and jumped, but lived, your aim so bad;…
in candlelight no one looks ill, except for those half-dead
who stay, supine and draped in gauze, with horrors in their head…
hello; you want to buy a rabbit? now what do you plan to do?
you think a bunny's just a toy to throw out when with him you're through?
ninth prize, it goes to Mr. Strange, the normal-challenged man,
nominated by his son, of course his biggest fan,…
… a cloud that seemed to not belong, a mist that seemed too gray,
and then a thought reached out to me, a dream that seemed to say
carpe diem, seize the day, the president has said,
for in a few short hours we'll all likely be quite dead,…
Diggam Gracie was my cause to blaspheme as i spoke,
no face by miles prettier to wait the clearing smoke;…
i asked, he said, “i'm brandishing”; i said, “ah yes, but what?”
to which he, puzzled, looked me back and gave my face a cut—
if love were like an atom bomb, we'd all know when it hit—
we'd see the white cloud mushrooming and think, oh shit, oh shit,…
… my nose flew off some random place while more my vision blurred—
i tried to call for help quite loud, but now my speech was slurred!…
sweet Matilda, kind Matilda, so many things were said
that you should not at all try to fit them into your head,…
the psychopaths in power, they'd like you and me to think
they're so much saner than their friends, the swindlers and the finks,…
…add color to a pallid face, add shadows and new lines,
change clothing, mannerisms, quirks, and you'll be very fine,…
as the jags riddle forth and fill plane-dust with holes,
well, the feds under go and peram' like those moles…
…i must admit a fondness, true, for things that Nina makes
but not so much for my respect of all the things she breaks;…
i looked for her eyes, but she had none for me,
she had eighteen eyes, not a one of them free…
…the others try to condescend, or patronize, at least,
as if she were some mortal scum, offensive little beast,…
all that burns will not give fire, all that stings won't fly,
the ink that smears may not be wet, but tell, instead, a lie…
…one day the slugs will roar on forth, overwhelm all caught in their path,
nothing able to stop them at all, everything engulfed by their wrath…
…and too, the fish wear glasses, pants, vests made of corduroy
and tolerate bare minimum just what they can enjoy;…
…if she believes and you believe, then hell, my boy, it must be true,
i can't imagine otherwise with all this shit you've both been through,…
…and i’m brought now to ponder, if it’s true—oh so sad—
then can eating we humans really, truly be so bad?
…the hungry rocks do gobble up the atmosphere as they soar high,
descending cold assaults the earth, while mountains rip apart the sky,…
i never thought of turtles as bloodthirsty, wicked, vile—
imagine that, to live deceived this whole precarious while!…
…on top the highest building yet, an urban man, he sits,
and waits for all the sky to fall, in tiny, jagged bits…
…On frothing waters and the flood: i like them even more
than all my likings of the falls recounted just before;…
two eyes upon a twisted bush reveal the thing that's there,
a strange small beast who dwells in trees, of which we're unaware,…
the words fall down like falling leaves—they land upon the ground:
perhaps some day they'll all make sense (if ever they are found);
…the first to go was Barnabus, burned live at the stake,
no signs yet that death at all the paranoia would slake,…
…to start out, each team throws one dart, the closest one’s which team goes first,
and then you’ll warm up for a bit, each team throws nine, with roles reversed—…
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