Quietly Enjoy
Humans need filters.
When all the geeks and media junkies realize that no one really cares about their Twitters, they might have a hard time remembering what a real human interaction feels like. The perception that technologies (specifically social media - mobile devices, email, web, etc.) bring people together is a farce. Ironically, this is not the fault of the technology itself but the fault of the users who ignore the need to filter what they spit out into the world.
In other words, please stop throwing up on me.
Consider a simple point. If you were to toss out your mobile phone, laptop, email accounts and web ids tomorrow, you would invariably spend much more time with the people you love. Why? Because when you switch off the deluge of crap in your life, you become acutely aware of the space and need for meaningful interactions.
universicle additive
the glad-hounds are near…
To he who betrays the requisite,
right light be given and were it not mountains quake with us,
not for this, unspoken, as we engage future-shape.
A touch of haze to accomplish a power-landing, say
how more than enough butter for the biscuit,
or, in words like yours, could this ever actually end?
(let back in the loping tryst)
a poem
why wood is westbound…
(a doctor could never… underneath… without your blunt finding)
mousing trape with neither…. here without cow-lin.
But without cow-lin, she took candles.
she took candles and, lighting the world, was light itself.
Grumble
How could money ever mean enough?
Wood-Rattlers and Gumbo-Transplants hog onward. Meanwhile, a bun is never-ever in the oven.
The ON/OFF shwish
Type A is when children are involved. Scary children with power-soaked memory and untarnished.Type B is when there is mythology surrounding the monster. Vampires, werewolves, aliens we know about things. About every movie presents but variations. About but mostly the same.
Type C is when it is somehow the fault of man. This time to include type A and B. Some attempt to demonstrate that perhaps or the same with zombies. or perhaps which reveals that it actually is.
Type D however the one that nobody the unexplainable. the unknown. the horrific beast that destroys with no no no until on and on we crumble.
pooch saucery in three parts
If ever the weather was a band-aid not noose,
joy-handlers would cross-dress core values with electricity,
and regenbogen daydreamers would go-go to lose the trench.
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You there, within and without such esoteric noise-wafers,
I’m mouth-speaking and their hears are loudly shut-downs.
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Would shed bundle be worth more if a stress-related sinker was applied?
shoulder the load and sit without sound.