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The Hogs of Entropy 0227
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>> "Some Rants" <<
by -> Mokie
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The Anger of Turnips
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Since this is the seventy third day, i think i am a turnip. you do
not like turnips? soft effervescent dew covered roots of triumph? perhaps
you do not understand the turnip mind, with it's gleeful complacency,
growing in splendor of green and dirt. it does not suffer from jealousy or
paper cuts, only from yellowness. Yellow is an evil thing, taking it's joy
and screaming from minds and chains. All of this is blatant, and sometimes
obvious. wishing is a waste of time. the wings never grow and there you are,
with sadness and no wings. caffiene and growth do not make it go away. only
the color yellow is able to alleviate the boredom. do you listen to this? do
you listen to the yellow speech of your wishes? Its poetry is that of
oysters, seeing light through my eyes.
Love and Rocks
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Shiny black stones are love. Stronger than death and folly, the
source of strength, they break in moonlight, and blind by day. all of the
stories they tell are madness but the madness is that which is like anger
the most. zurp zurp go their stories, until you are crazy with the pleasure
of the sky and the wind. it is no wonder that lizards hide underneath stones
with all of this storytelling contaminating the very sand. magic surrounds
the stone, and the lizards run when moonlight sparks the spell. vanity and a
striving after wind, are the lizards. a tower, a hind, a doe, is the shiny
black stone. such problems can never be fixed, not by any number of zurping.
but zurp zurp it goes, until it is too full to continue.
Reality's Edges
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marbles are like reality. they are small, and insignificant until
broken, when they cut you unless you are careful. will you brave them? will
you take them up and hold them, coddling and rocking, until you have lost
them in your complacency? your fat surrounds this. it is no wonder i can no
longer distinguish between this and the iron ones.
Angels and Darkness
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how very like a dark angel of light, but without wings. how do these
colors affect me so? bright darkness, shining across a sunlit field, the
black brighter than the sun. dark light, illuminates my heart but clouds
my mind. how can i think clearly when my mind is stormy weather? a tactile
thunder, a darkening lightning, and a broken black stone, so fragile to
begin with. my arbitrary symbols foretelling my soul. i drank my willpower,
and drowned my wishes, but got a dream which an angel stole.
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[SOME POETRY!]
Random Angel Song
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obsession cured, just a new random angel
i hate that beauty but i want it the same
i think this to you but i know you don't hear me
and im groping the ground I worship anyway
it could have been someone or anyone else
but october and vodka equaled up to you
this isnt the first or the last time it happens
so i know im not worthy of princes or truth
my painful addiction, no withdrawl immenent
waiting to prove that ive something to prove
living is only a constant reminder
that it happened it happened it happens to you
and i lost what i had just to get what i wanted
what i wanted turned out just to be what i lost
ive bartered these two and theres no coming back now
the randomness never could equal the truth
To the Oblivious Lord of My Dreams
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I say it doesn't affect me
I say you never believed
I say I won't think twice of it
I say it's him that I need
I say I want him forever
I say I want you tonight
I say I don't think it's wrong
I say I don't know what's right
I say that I feel so happy
I say I'd never betray
I say I'll stay with him gladly
But it's not what I want to say.
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* (c) HoE publications. HoE #227 -- written by Mokie -- 4/7/98 *
