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Finally

Finally found the proper neologism for my Hawaiian shirt and cowboy hat style:

Y’alloha

duorobourous

I am SHOCKED that google returns nothing for this search. Literally unbelievable that in the course of human civilization (yes, yes, such as it is) this word has not been created, to describe two snakes eating each other’s tails, in an infinity symbol.

If anyone wants to make me an animation showing that, I’ll pay for it.

One

Wasted synapses
Scratched like a stuck record on
Old mendacity

The. Dead. Wait.

One hand clasped futilely to a wrist
As the familiar below fades
Into the icy deep black of aging memory

Let go, turn back from the dark
The journey has only begun, but already
I dream of breaking the surace, breath deep the salt
To watch a decade of fury set behind

The briny waves which push the tears back in as
I continue to exist
This is what I get to do

Edge case

Who sets the boundaries where the land meets the ocean?
Is it the water, saying
Cross this line and you will get wet
Or is it the sand, containing and crying
Higher then this and you’ll evaporate
Becoming part of that cycle
Elementary school science teachers know
You’ve forgotten about
Until reminded
By some stupid poem

Imagine if the sea and the sand decided to part ways
Who would get custody of the tourists
Fascinated, as are we all, by change
There’s no solution where the land would move inland
The water would need to become all cloud and vapor
Calamity we’ve already begun
As economics twists the knife
Already in our own backs
The idea of killing too alluring to ignore
Even if it is ourselves

Investigate the concept of touching
Taken to it’s logical conclusion
Electron shells repelling like charges
And now the air wearies of carrying the burden of the water
Is there gloom if there’s nobody to feel?
Watch as the light from billions of years away
Stops
Captured by your cornea
Isn’t this nice, you say, watching the stars over the waves
But we’re no longer there
As if we never were

The bringing of the time and the taking of the time
Each distant orb a mirror of us all
As we reflect
On how each light will burn out
One by one
As they reflect
The blink of an eye
Trapped between two eternities
Of silence

Today’s million dollar idea:

a machine that induces fake labor so that women who use a surrogate can know the sensation/pain of childbirth. It must be called “the contraction contraption”

I was today years old…

…when I realized that sip and piss, being opposites for fluid intake and output, are almost palindromes

No need to thank me!

Edit: while swimming laps, my brain informed me that by putting the extra ‘s’ in the middle, it becomes an actual palindrome: “pisssip.”

Okay, NOW you can thank me.

I don’t see pisssip becoming a useful neologism, unless the concept of a “shower beer” expands to include “a can on the can.”

This impossible ear

There’s no Fleishman’s this impossible ear
Gotta bake in the morning to avoid a self-sear
Cooling of the cast iron might just take a year
Hope you like fluffy bread more than fizzy beer

(Apologies to Brendon Urie)