The perpetrator was currently seated before the bureau. There was a plate placed carelessly at the corner, containing the remains of breakfast, right next to the demon flute Chenqing; the other corner was reserved for his legs. Wei Wuxian leaned back in the chair, one hand holding a piece ...
It’s a poem about welcoming the Sabbath as if she is a beautiful bride and we are all getting married to her. It is probably the most famous poem about the Sabbath ever written. So last Friday night, I leave my house and I immediately break the law the moment I pass my gate. I ...
If you have no other reason, then do something pleasant and/or productive just to spite the bastards. And smile at them as you do it. “Do right in spite” is kinda twisted, but it can get you through until you come up with better. Dan Lane says: November 4, 2023 at 8:17 am ...
“Bastards! The Judge promised we wouldn’t be split!” I, eleven years old, yelled. “No couple will take all three of ya!” The hunchback, head of the orphanage shouted back. “It’s better for ya brother if he goes wid da rich folk.” Added Milton the toothless overseer. ...
“Bastards! The Judge promised we wouldn’t be split!” I, eleven years old, yelled. “No couple will take all three of ya!” The hunchback, head of the orphanage shouted back. “It’s better for ya brother if he goes wid da rich folk.” Added Milton the toothless overseer. ...
On piano ode "loml," Swift looks back at the "get-love-quick" schemes she first wrote about in "Why She Disappeared," a poem forreputation. The poem originally considered the death of her reputation and how its aftermath made her stronger while she was simultaneously nursing a new relation...
Poem about City : Tale of Three Cities : New York blasted London blasted Singapore - Ripped off each other's metaphoric balls, Crumbling walls. Priapic city monoliths - Blue-sky scraping bastards - Shout about theirheight(but really length) . ...
and soiled things that can’t be recycled. I’m ashamed to admit we’re still using cleaning wipes, those convenient non-recyclable, non-biodegradable bastards. (We’re on the way to baking soda and vinegar, though, and I swear, my bathtub has never been happier. We also have ridiculousl...
They’re hearty bastards and can withstand high temperatures and dehydration. Put some leaves in your pouch. They cure all kinds of ailments. My grandfather called the bush the anointed one.” After a few weeks I actually started to forget. I had my work during the morning and afternoon, ...
I just wrote a poem about how chance encounters can feel serendipitous. Things fall into place when you least expect them to. You can read it here. And, naturally, in the writing of it, I went on a journey through all the meetings I’ve had with people while on this journey, especial...