I've said for decades that the whole save the planet bit needs to change its messaging. It really is "Save Us." Oddly, I think that would also resonate more with the small minded, fear driven shitwickets who can't fathom the idea that the earth is small enough to fuck up.
Limericks are in iambic rhythm, meaning each beat has two syllables, and the beats go 3-3-2-2-3. A little tricky, but after a lifetime of hearing them, I can pop one out fairly fast.
Now sonnets, on the other hand, are another thing...
There was a man ill-favored and profaneWho saw no reason to restrain his spleen.Though vulgar and most possibly insane,He nonetheless did capture votes unseen.Despite the efforts of his worthy foe,And all the sweat and tears shed by her folk,This tasteless clown did trumpet bigotries and woe,Thus making of the race a rancid joke.And now we all must tremble in our bedsTo think our wondrous country is imperiledBy hacks who cannot wait to trample more than deadThe work achieved by those who Hope did herald.
For though the nation weeps, he'll worry not,But sit upon his throne and bellow, "ROT!!"
It's not the end of the world.....but you can see it from here. But hey, at least Jill Stein supporters feel clean not having to vote for corporate Hillary so I'm sure it was all #worthit in the end right?
Just understood.
Ding ding ding!
Wow! Who would've thunk it?
so you like winners. you don't like losers. gotcha
So you're just an annoying asshole, gotcha.
I've said for decades that the whole save the planet bit needs to change its messaging. It really is "Save Us." Oddly, I think that would also resonate more with the small minded, fear driven shitwickets who can't fathom the idea that the earth is small enough to fuck up.
just the cans.
Limericks are in iambic rhythm, meaning each beat has two syllables, and the beats go 3-3-2-2-3. A little tricky, but after a lifetime of hearing them, I can pop one out fairly fast.
Now sonnets, on the other hand, are another thing...
There was a man ill-favored and profaneWho saw no reason to restrain his spleen.Though vulgar and most possibly insane,He nonetheless did capture votes unseen.Despite the efforts of his worthy foe,And all the sweat and tears shed by her folk,This tasteless clown did trumpet bigotries and woe,Thus making of the race a rancid joke.And now we all must tremble in our bedsTo think our wondrous country is imperiledBy hacks who cannot wait to trample more than deadThe work achieved by those who Hope did herald.
For though the nation weeps, he'll worry not,But sit upon his throne and bellow, "ROT!!"
I'd say you've got a knack for both. I kind of wish William Blake could come back from the dead to write about our current state of affairs.
...and the Chthulus, and the Yog Slogthoths, the Borgs, the Xenomorphs, and the, oh my, I don't know what else.
Ummmmmm - love lollies! Funny flavor, though . . . kinda green.
Chicago today. I myself was in a sleeveless shirt. #Cooler#MoreClimateChangeyByTheLake
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EDIT: don't worry, gravity is fine. Don't know why this is side-a-ways.
I was in bare arms today! It's really warm here!
Great Cthulhu says:
WORRY NOT, SMALL HUMAN. I HAVE PLANS FOR TRUMP.
HE IS TOO BIG FOR HIS BRITCHES. HE WILL BE MY APPETIZER.
BRING ME WINGNUTS AND I WILL LEAVE YOU ALONE.
SO LONG AS YOU INCLUDE TASTY SAUCE. NOM.
I can trot them out when I'm inspired. :)
Yeah, Blake. Shelley would be great, too.
It's not the end of the world.....but you can see it from here. But hey, at least Jill Stein supporters feel clean not having to vote for corporate Hillary so I'm sure it was all #worthit in the end right?