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Insert Title _1We, the petty,
we, the bourgeois,
poring over mirrors of reflected, collected verse,
only we could drown
in the shallow pools of our own desires.
Self-worth and efficacy distort, distend,
dilate.
Our longing sighs inflate
gauzy bladders, diaphanous,
and we fancy them substantial because they are large -
(We say much the same of our philanthropy.)
- seeking no synonyms,
though "bloated" comes to mind.
A pseudonym can shelter
the sodden intellect, emaciated,
denigrated by false modesties.
How quaint.
How deep, the brainy poet
who breathes his own despite
behind alabaster walls,
sherry perched atop whalebone fingers,
slosh
fast-forward through the goodbyesthis is the beginning of the end
“i know you,” he says.
and he looks defeated, he looks sad, he looks like
he's a boy who may one day realize how much
he cares for you, so you cut him off and say,
“minus all the secrets i don’t tell anyone.”
“well, yeah, minus those.”
“then you don’t know me at all.”
and then you tell him,
i love you. but you don’t use those words
because those are taboo. are jinxed.
are knock on wood three times fast.
instead you press him in a hug and say,
i’m sorry, knowing he won’t understand
that this is the first time you ever cared for some
Glendor the Amazing Acrobat I used to be great. I used to be amazing. Then that blasted spider made her blasted web right in my face. I lost a few legs that day. I couldn’t do anything anymore. So, I got a fake beard and a wheelchair, I built a house out of sticks and set up a story telling stand so people could hear about how dreams are crushed.
I used to be great
I used to be amazing.
Now I’m just a normal inchworm.
I’m not an acrobat anymore.
Lots of other inchworms come to here my story. They come, interested and exited. Then, in the middle of my story they interrupt and ask questions like “is this reall
Garden VarietyA hex can be a slick and deadly weapon in the hands of an experienced witch. Like the carefully wielded surgeon’s blade it finds its mark and exacts a terrible vengeance on the cursed individual; such horrors that are mentioned only in frightened whispers or gloating asides – depending on the degree of likeability of the unfortunate soul of course.
Not all curses are hexes but all hexes are curses and are not reversible. They must be either broken or redirected by the witch who cast the spell in the first place. These are the type of curses that elicit words like, 'please God let me die!'
Novices should not attempt hexes. I repeat novices should not attempt hexes. It is powerful magic made dark by the intent of the witch and as such comes with a hefty price. There’s a reason why most witches look the way they do. Dark magic takes a terrible toll on the body and one must be willing to do unspeakable things in order to allay its effects and if not performed properly, th
Digging GravelVen stared down the pile of gravel before him, half a ton sitting in the dusky evening-afternoon and all of it needing to be shovelled up and moved. By hand.
"Fuck." he muttered as he bent his back to his task again, sore muscles protesting as he did so. Beside him, moving a smaller amount of gravel and moaning considerably louder, was Sarah.
"I'm a maid!" She groused. "I should not be doing this." She made a small and relatively dainty 'augh' as she lifted her spade to slide the next load of gravel into the waiting box.
"Yeah, and I work with the horses. I shouldn't be doing this either. But you know that the family doesn't have that many wo
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