Content warning:Poem, That Would Be A War Crime, Not A Dinner
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October 5, 2025
o hermit crab, do not
upon discovering your thought
in spider-darkened park
set fire to your house
before you have moved in
nor then, begin complaining
how with willy pete, no raining
will put that sucker out
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Every now and then my brain will hork up a poem in full, complete with vocal cadence, and I will find myself muttering it to the dog in horror.
Why.
Brain.
Why.
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