March has some fucking nerve showing it’s face around here again
I was just staring at my cat playing with a ball of yarn yesterday and just realized, just now, that two of my cat’s out of nine lives were devoted to playing with balls of yarn
So I do wonder how many children growing up during this pandemic are going to end up with like six thousand allergies.
I don’t know why I love this so much :/
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Reblogging for prototype theory (yayyy prototype theory!) and good common sense.
is “chai” a TYPE of tea??! bc in Hindi/Urdu, the word chai just means tea
Miss this dear soul so much
𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘻𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘻! (𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝟸𝟶𝘵𝘩, 𝟷𝟿𝟽𝟼)❤️🎂
@rippledragon linked this to me and a good time is being had.
My naym is pome / and lo my form is fix’d Tho peepel say / that structure is a jail I am my best / when formats are not mix’d Wen poits play / subversions often fail
Stik out their toung / to rebel with no cause At ruls and norms / In ignorance they call: My words are free / Defying lit'rate laws To lik the forms / brings ruin on us all
A sonnet I / the noblest lit'rate verse And ruls me bind / to paths that Shakespeare paved Iambic fot / allusions well dispersed On my behind / I stately sit and wave
You think me tame / Fenced-in and penned / bespelled I bide my time / I twist the end / like hell
* “lik” should be read as “lick”, not “like”. In general, the initial section on each line should be read sort of phonetically.
Written for World Poetry Day, March 21, 2018. When I had this idea earlier today, I thought it was the worst, most faux hip pretentious idea for a shallow demonstration of empty wordsmithing skill in poetry ever. So I had to try to write it. I mean, how often do you get to fuse the iambic dimeter of bredlik - one of the newest and most exciting verse forms - with the stately iambic pentameter of the classic sonnet?
*cusses you out in cuneiform*
"why would urban supercities depopulate?" plague, obviously
something to look forward to in 2020