Then it grew.

It painted, then drew.

It received, then delivered.

Until finally, the chill withered....

I dont write on the page, the page writes on the quill. Its about the process not the journey.

The formation of words,

The foundation of stanzas,

The dribble of half-legible jarble

Is what makes it worth the wait.

To hell with the readers. I couldnt give less of a damn what you think. Huck-tpu! (spit sound effect) youre opinion rings no note in my formidable head.

For i an confident. The only ...

The quill to the page

The eye to the letter

The message left on hold

The story never told

Words without readers

Art without collectors

Clowns without a circus

Alone without a purpose

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“You brutish split-brain patient! You lodged a brownie into the judge’s abdomen panel!?”

Gorb became defensive. “I was bored! And the prank was pretty funny but then I was having exoskeleton pains so decided to go home.”

Cazgor turned away and huffed awkwardly when he realized that was the end of Gorb’s sentence. The silence reached its pregnancy when Cazgor cracked his beak. “Well thanks to you...

I got taken by pirates

What a notion!

Its dark in the dungeon.

Such commotion!

I smell salt of salt

Am i in the ocean?

I didnt bring my lotion

And im stuck in the ocean.

I feel the waves

I hear the waves

Could it be?

Am i in the ocean?

Why are there animatronics

In the dungeon?

Why are they singing at me?

Oh wait! Im in the pirates of the Caribbean ride at disneyworld!

Such commontion

Theres n...

Libby the librarian skimmed her finger across a sea of bookcases, allowing the leather and hard covers to putter against her skin. In a moment of convergence, of all of the worlds knowledge in a single, peaceful library aisle, Libby thought to herself:

“I really wish fights to the death were legal.”

Her hand walks across the top of a book and push it towards her to reveal its title from the book...

The Travelling Medicine Man came to town each year

To cure the diseased.

He was a beloved man with no foe or fear,

Everyone was pleased.

But then one year a patient bit his beloved leg

And it fell right off the man.

He could no longer travel with a peg.

He was then just the Medicine Man.

The Medicine Man was stuck in the village, he could still cure it all.

From syphilis to gonorrhea,

Fix your t...

Roses in a wheelbarrow,

Roses in a wheelbarrow,

What if I was a rose in a wheelbarrow,

Roses in a wheelbarrow,

I’d be dead.

Do you like it?

Not really.

I post this bc theres a gun to my head and i dont wanna become a roses in a wheelbarrow...

I know why the caged bird sings.

Theyre trying to beat box,

But its a bird

In a box:

Bird boxing.

Drop the bird base.

“Bow chick chicka

Chicka bow wow!

I am a bird

In the sky

I do a turd

Thats why why why 🤠🎵🎵”

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