a poem for today, 19 January 2012
[a word-sorted sonnet of nine sentences and its image]
Everything is beautiful in here.
Be a neuropositive life coach.
Enough with the conspiracy talk.
Everything I need to know about someone I can glean from their asshole, some people think the eyes are the window of the soul, couldn't be more wrong.
To be a rationalist is to adopt at least one of three claims.
It's like watching a nest of snakes break out into a barroom brawl.
I thought you'd be able to sleep better if you were naked, that's all.
There is a certain pleasure in calculating the risks.
I don't be able to attend this Friday meeting.
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