Missus Gaia Always Clutches At Me
Missus Gaia always clutches at me. Even when I leap with great vigor in the sunshine, the space between my feet and her skin is less than the gasp of a frightened infant. I fall back down. With persistence, she lulls me into a stoop, and I watch the constellations and imagine I am Orion, removed and too haughty for her base embrace. She sings to me more, and I am oblivious to the feel of Time sliding over me. Why are my bones so heavy? I lie down, and even this pitted rock is an easing caress, warm despite that all is ice. I look up, trying to find Orion, but he has spun away. I am too impatient for his return; my mind is perforated cloth. She offers another lullaby, verses swaying over a secret never even revealed in her womb, and I sink into her, my eventual dissolution a million seeds for minute futures invisible to me.
The Microscope Shows Us That Zuckerberg is Made of Likes – based on a conversation with my brother Zach.
In case you can’t tell by reading this, it is naught but nonsense. NONSENSE.
The Microscope Shows Us That Zuckerberg is Made of Likes – based on a conversation with my brother Zach.
I think Zuckerberg is made of Likes.
As my brother suggested, if you examine him closely with a microscope, you will see he is composed of Likes. But not just Likes, they are held together by distraction. How can distraction hold anything together? Trust me, Likes and distraction form a powerful bond.
If he were to suddenly explode, a trillion trillion Likes would blast everywhere, sink into the ground like magic beans, which would grow despair trees. And these trees would produce absolutely delicious looking fruit. But when you bite into one, it will turn to vinegar dust in your mouth.
But people will still Like the trees and Zuckerberg’s body, this time supermassive, will form again from those Likes and he’ll drift in space, eating galaxies and stars while he smiles and shits out infinite versions of hell.
THE END
The Microscope Shows Us That Zuckerberg is Made of Likes – based on a conversation with my brother Zach.
I think Zuckerberg is made of Likes.
As my brother suggested, if you examine him closely with a microscope, you will see he is composed of Likes. But not just Likes, they are held together by distraction. How can distraction hold anything together? Trust me, Likes and distraction form a powerful bond.
If he were to suddenly explode, a trillion trillion Likes would blast everywhere, sink into the ground like magic beans, which would grow despair trees. And these trees would produce absolutely delicious looking fruit. But when you bite into one, it will turn to vinegar dust in your mouth.
But people will still Like the trees and Zuckerberg’s body, this time supermassive, will form again from those Likes and he’ll drift in space, eating galaxies and stars while he smiles and shits out infinite versions of hell.
THE END
Seven sentences.
Seven sentences for creative exercise. These vocabulary words are from a 7th grade list.
1. Abnormal
Willy laughed when Sister Flowerpot said his fireball poops were abnormal, when she said they were ruining the school pipes and burning the plumbers; Willy laughed and did not stop.
2. Browse
It took Magdalene 40 days to browse through the menu before she finally made a choice, yet by then her starving girlfriends had eaten everything but her head, and she was angry she had no room for dessert.
3. Counterfeit
Even for a crushing professional like Boomsquat, distinguishing the counterfeit screams from the real ones was not always easy, so he merely bit down on them a little harder to discover the genuine agony.
4. Dismantle
They dismantled the Sun, and found only darkness in all of its parts.
5. Fruitless
Passage through the raven canal proved fruitless, as the troop lost most of their members to scrabblers in the gutters, and when they approached what was thought to be the exit, it was naught but a blue hum that filled their ears and eyes until no space was left.
6. Geography
The geography of his happiness contained islands which he continually forgot, yet each time he landed on one of these hidden spots, gratitude surged up within his chest, and he wept, and seeing his world through these tears transformed him once again.
7. Hospitable
Gary didn’t think the villagers were being very hospitable when they ripped off his clothes, dressed him in a bridal gown, tied him to the stone barricade, and said he was the new bride of the Fen Wyrm.
1. Abnormal
Willy laughed when Sister Flowerpot said his fireball poops were abnormal, when she said they were ruining the school pipes and burning the plumbers; Willy laughed and did not stop.
2. Browse
It took Magdalene 40 days to browse through the menu before she finally made a choice, yet by then her starving girlfriends had eaten everything but her head, and she was angry she had no room for dessert.
3. Counterfeit
Even for a crushing professional like Boomsquat, distinguishing the counterfeit screams from the real ones was not always easy, so he merely bit down on them a little harder to discover the genuine agony.
4. Dismantle
They dismantled the Sun, and found only darkness in all of its parts.
5. Fruitless
Passage through the raven canal proved fruitless, as the troop lost most of their members to scrabblers in the gutters, and when they approached what was thought to be the exit, it was naught but a blue hum that filled their ears and eyes until no space was left.
6. Geography
The geography of his happiness contained islands which he continually forgot, yet each time he landed on one of these hidden spots, gratitude surged up within his chest, and he wept, and seeing his world through these tears transformed him once again.
7. Hospitable
Gary didn’t think the villagers were being very hospitable when they ripped off his clothes, dressed him in a bridal gown, tied him to the stone barricade, and said he was the new bride of the Fen Wyrm.
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