meower wrote: 
*bump*

I got it.

but, it's a world in this one...or Half A World anyhow...

 meower wrote: 
ramatic
...and a 100 word or less story no less...

 meower wrote: 

*bump*

it's a word damnit!  It's my last name fer cripes sake

 manbirdexperiment wrote: 

D

 manbirdexperiment wrote: 

yeah, that one's hard to build on.

 brandog wrote: 

Half a world suffers while half a world debates suffering. Only the fullness of time is common to both at all times.
If a man suffers for sure footed station, what does it matter to the half a world away, in the time required to change his stance?
Everything of consequence...

Which half was my half again?  I keep forgetting which side of the tape I'm supposed to stay on. And who's half is the tape on?  And can I borrow a cup of milk from time to time?  And how come the grass is greener on the other side of the tape?  And, when do I get my mower back so I can take care of my half of the grass?

 CafeRacer wrote: 
rabble

 helenofjoy wrote: 
sc

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tou

Nonsense Song
  ~ W. H. Auden ~

My love is like a red red rose
Or concerts for the blind,
She's like a mutton-chop before
And a rifle-range behind.

Her hair is like a looking-glass,
Her brow is like a bog,
Her eyes are like a flock of sheep
Seen through a London fog.

Her nose is like an Irish jig,
Her mouth is like a 'bus,
Her chin is like a bowl of soup
Shared between all of us.

Her form divine is like a map
Of the United States,
Her foot is like a motor-car
Without its number-plates.

No steeple-jack shall part us now
Nor fireman in a frock;
True love could sink a Channel boat
Or knit a baby's sock.

 

Crimson flames tied through my ears
Rollin' high and mighty traps
Pounced with fire on flaming roads
Using ideas as my maps
"We'll meet on edges, soon," said I
Proud 'neath heated brow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
"Rip down all hate," I screamed
Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull. I dreamed
Romantic facts of musketeers
Foundationed deep, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

Girls' faces formed the forward path
From phony jealousy
To memorizing politics
Of ancient history
Flung down by corpse evangelists
Unthought of, though, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

A self-ordained professor's tongue
Too serious to fool
Spouted out that liberty
Is just equality in school
"Equality," I spoke the word
As if a wedding vow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

In a soldier's stance, I aimed my hand
At the mongrel dogs who teach
Fearing not that I'd become my enemy
In the instant that I preach
My pathway led by confusion boats
Mutiny from stern to bow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect
Good and bad, I define these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

Zimmy

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