The ButterflyI am flying.The Butterfly
Flying with my arms outstretched across an endless sea of rippling grass. The wind howls in my ears, as I descend. My face is inches from the grass. The warm air rushes through my hair and my nostrils fill with the scent of flowers and warm dirt. A butterfly darts past my ear. I move fast and only see a flash of blue. I move too fast. I stop flying. The green blur below rushes towards me and gives way. It dissapears and gives way to brilliant blue. I shoot through the warm water like an arrow and zoom along the white bottom. I slow my pace and notice the flickering spots of light that dance across the bottom, across
UntitledWhat time is it?Untitled
Its pitch black outside, and the only noise in the apartment is the irregular clicking of my typewriter. I don’t recall the last time I ate. Apart from the typewriter, the only things in front of me are an ashtray, a pile of paper and a half empty bottle of scotch. It was full this morning.
It seems all I do is type until I pass out with my head on the table, only to do it all over again when I awake. I don’t know exactly how long it has been, but I feel thick stubble when I touch my face. I have no mirror and wouldn’t want to look in it if I did.
The poetry flows freely
Big Game Hunting”This is taking too long.”Big Game Hunting
Stranton pulled his black trench coat closer around himself and tucked his visored cap a bit firmer on his head. The inlaid gold threads and emblem on its front, declaring him an officer of the secret police with the honorary title of Grand Hunter, gleaming slightly in the faint light that fell from the streetlamp six metres away. The lamp was almost muffled by the many specks of white snow that whirled past it in the icy night wind, each flake rushing through the cone of illumination before tumbling onwards through the darkness. He gazed discontently at the darkened sky, and the lamp c
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Cattle die
kinsmen die
all men are mortal.
Words of praise
will never perish
nor a noble name.
- The Havamal - Viking saying
Complaintopias Minister of Hobos
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Cattle die
kinsmen die
all men are mortal.
Words of praise
will never perish
nor a noble name.
- The Havamal - Viking saying
Complaintopias Minister of Hobos
[link]
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"Bah-weep-Graaaaagnah wheep ni ni bong."
"Ninjas can't catch you if you're on fire!" --- Dan McNinja
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--
Cattle die
kinsmen die
all men are mortal.
Words of praise
will never perish
nor a noble name.
- The Havamal - Viking saying
Complaintopias Minister of Hobos
[link]
--
Cattle die
kinsmen die
all men are mortal.
Words of praise
will never perish
nor a noble name.
- The Havamal - Viking saying
Complaintopias Minister of Hobos
[link]
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