Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time
I confirm
Parts of my life
Deliver mementos
That make me squirm
From toxic
Moments
I affirm
Motions
Choices
Of a term
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Never fear
Pitter patter
Scamper splatter
Motion smear
To be clear
Those pounding
Footsteps you hear
A running dive
To self immersing
That pays the fare
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Causing a row
Sloshing basin
Filled to the brim
With what I sow
Paraffin bathing
Coated shiney
Head to toe
Emerging bow
With crystal clean
Purest of pure
Dripping now
Clocks askew as I
No matter how hard I try
With money to buy
Seem to steal on a whim
All my daylight savings time
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Slice away hollow all hallows disguise of fear
Where pumpkins grin
While humanity plans sin
Tricks and treats all beat their feet
Through urbane humanities urban street
Foolish fantastical ways of thinking
Gunna get them something sweet to eat
Still the strong eat the meat
While the meek all retreat
Carve through realties flimsy costume veneer
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I find myself living in the cosmic combo platter of prompts that feed directly up the flapdoodle flagpole that is my stream of consciousness. Trying to make sense of the chaos that is the firehose of information of all flavors while sorting through what may be plausible as opposed to implausible makes me realize that my inputs are like this mess of cables on this utility pole flowing with flapdoodle opinions to the internets while becoming the material basis for many immaterial opinions posing as expository ejaculations of noisy nonsense, twaddle, and other wu wu waste management emissaries that are well outside my immediate sphere of influence. Now that I have expunged my flapdoodle foliage into the stream I will devour a heaping helping of flapjacks with a good portion of thick syrupy material on top.
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My taste in music can be described as eclectic. As a matter of fact that pretty well describes my taste in just about everything. That being said, in regards to bands specifically; I would be hard pressed to single out bands I hate. It is equally difficult to single out bands I love. There is a wide variety and genre of songs I love, done by various and varied bands in many styles. But there are songs done by bands I like that I grew sick of due to the endless play rotation on AM radio stations.
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Now with streaming music and a well placed subscription I am given the random access algorithm that I have been waiting for my whole life. Good for me. Bad for bands livelihoods. But I keep finding new music and music from past eras that I missed. I keep discovering many old bands that are new to me but old and passe to others. Best of all I am no longer stuck with an album or CD with only one or two songs I like.
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Now with a few keystrokes it seems I can find even the most obscure band or artist from the distant past, so I can joyously relive the memories or wonder what the heck I was thinking at the time. Either way they sure don’t make em like that any more.
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For good or for bad, here we are.
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1. Eunoia Country on the eastern border of Freedonia
2. Fika A score I ignore
3. Redamancy Eddie Redmayne’s filmography
4. Aliferous State of Alfie’s numerous amorous conquests
5. Peiskos Children in general
6. Querencia Questioning everything while answering nothing.
7. Metanoia Inability to play on, off, or sideways of the beat
8. Ataraxia When you meet a person you are attracted to you will likely have a short bout of this condition
9. Lagom The place I fished in as a child at Gompers Park
10. Apricity The gratitude I feel for the memories I have of fishing in Gompers Park lagom.
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hello cello with
your invisible “H” what
music you can make
escapism is
all well and good but it will
get you in the end
there is no escape
from the past but there is no
future there either
A Scroll Threw Life 