Those greyed pink strands
That trickle with a crackle
As neurons motor there their weigh
That Brian that named itself
I gave the voices in my head their own costumes
Some synapses may have snap
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Some people don’t have an inner voice
I think I got their share
Some just grunt
Not the day to ask how I am
Some whisper tirades of alarms
Some plot within
while chances of escape are slim
They all came from planets
No earthlings
Scarred Wars
Things Han could have responded….
Me and Luke are a thing
Once you go Chewie…
Get your stuff outta of the falcon
You snogged your brother
I am doing this to get away from you, you nutter
My name is Indiana
Something something
this comes way.
If you had one year of love,
and then you had to say adios,
should you be glad or morose?
Sure, if it ends, it’s not what I’d hoped,
we just weren’t destined to be betrothed.
We had fun, we were close and jocose,
we snogged until we practically choked,
and we did ALL the fun things that were gross,
but our forte was that we felt safe, I suppose.
Now, I’m not saying it’s over, but I tend to diagnose things
and while I wouldn’t say that we love overdosed,
I would guess that we’ve shared more love than most.
sane story squashed
worn wanky clashed
wielded wits flung
leering lanky lust
strained sanity snogged
pilfering punctured pawn
voluptuous vie wept
cremating callous crest
bruised biddings belched
pruned passion puked
dark dribbles drooled
clutching crazed clue
wedged wiles wailed
taunting tampered trail.
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Note: Of tamed tale.
joie de vivre, joy of life, seize the day!
joie de vivre, joy of life, seize the day!
When I find a new term like this I have to use it right away.
joie de vivre, joy of life, seize the day!
Now if I just knew how to pronounce it!
she and I would be a much better fit.
the pretty French word, joie might sound like joy,
for what else would make sense, right, my sweet boy?
de is probably de, like b is b and c is c.
for whatever else could ‘de’ possibly be?
But vivre has me snogged and snoozled.
drawn and quartered, quickly bamboozled.
Is my non-French speaking mouth smart enough?
Can I figure it out without any kind of extra fuss?
joie de vivre, joy of life, seize the day!
joie de vivre, joy of life, seize the day!
When I find a new term like this I have to use it right away.
Migel your habs cruggled to a stone
In Hoppsberry he frailed a rubbingone
Dan Shane and Mirrabelene snogged the day
Upon the fritful Lubbenderry
So the Bennets grubbed a ree
For queen Lodd who went for a tee
Mill Flogginben flonked in the month of May
Slurpped berrettidos for cabalerry