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As a resident of Opussia, I've seen many impressive monsters, as they've become everyday occurences, my love has grown for these monsters.
Haunting clock ticks. Echoing in my mind. Shattering silence sticks. Memories I can't find. Simplistic games. Deeply insane. Fear of death. Full at breadth. Calmness of night. Stillness at something.
Inspired by @SmellyFingers. Welcome to Topsy Turvey Town. This is a place where things that are up are actualy things that are down. Nothing stranger than a sight to see like a dog walking a human.
Of all of the dogs, Both large and small, You’d expect at least one to be strange, But Old Sparky, The mighty, The barky, Did not fit in with the range.
Bear in mind. That's what she said. And in that moment. He climbed into my head. His fur was brown. The colour dull. With not much space. Pressed against my skull. He was not happy.
(By @naaviie and @Dovahkiin) Sunlight splits into glitter, Over the taste of something bitter. Not a feeling, not a word. Something that's quite frankly absurd. Like a top hat on a lion.
The King of Clubs was dancing. To the music in his brain. While King of Spades was digging. Up the gardens once again. Diamond King was dressing. In his jewellery and his bling.
The King of Hearts was sitting. In his counting house one day. Wondering what to do with. All the shrapnel on display. I know what I'll do, he said. I'll share it with the cards.
I flew on the back of an albatross,. After a day of eating applesauce,. He told me how to look both ways,. When making flowery bouquets,. And that the ocean was the sky,.
Fingering the edge of sleep, I have a hard time trying not to peep, It's all so sparkly and mysterious, It makes me all delirious, What a strange old world I keep, Inside my head when asleep, There...
I feel it in my belly, I feel it in my gut, That wasn't really jelly, I think you're a silly smut, I saw a fish make a wish, As it tumbled from the sky, Then stole a coat all swish, It didn't fall...
. ____ / , -- , \ There's still so much for us to find, So many doors to peek behind; The wonders never cease to be, In the Magnificent Maniacal Menagerie...
Something happened on Monday at 6:00. Or was it Tuesday at 9:00. Whenever it was, the important thing is That something has happened to Time. I think that Time is broken. It was my birthday yesterday.
Hear my pasty, gingery blab: You should NEVER trust A bearded crab. Oh I know their game: They're in disguise... Those cunning crustaceous spies.
Pick a pair of sparrows, And make some hawthorn arrows, Find a half purple-gold fish, Upon it place a special wish, Capture a cat's meow, Paint your treasured cow, Tie a rainbow ribbon on a...
tiny furry .c a t e r p i l lAR.
Don't stop to compare,. A hare, with a square,. You won't get very far,. In a cream-filled car,. Like a tortoise on speed,. That dragon's drinking mead,. When clouds fall from the skies,.
I swam through the pool. I was mighty and strong. Until I saw something. Terribly wrong. I saw a fish. With trunks on. And worse than that. The pong. I swam through the pool. I was mighty and strong.
Close your eyes shut your mouth dream a dream and get us out. dream dream dream dream dream dream. hit the hay fast asleep dream a dream you little bleep.dream dream dream dream dream dream.
In front of a fire, coffee in hand, The man, he sits and thinks and plans.
A Parisian girl with a Yankee drawl. Cornered me in a bathroom stall. She whispered, "You lonely?". I said, "No, I'm just scared. Of the dark and what drove me. To be standing here.
Gentile friend, I pose a teaser: I have an Eskimo in my freezer, I don't know how he tunnelled in, But he's made an igloo with a tin.
A place Where brown barbaloots thrive Zebras pounce In colors Colors of neons A place Of cotton candy skies And pink fluffy trees A place A place of friends And only friends Not mean people Not rude...
You always smelled of coffee and orange peels, a home I pretended to remember for your sake. Our hands shook, your back trembling like crumbling marble when I kissed where the cracks split your skin.