Cold Coffee And A Piece Of Blueberry Pie

She arrives before me p.m

and leaves after I do a.m,

Leaving a bathtub-sized child at home

with an open children's book on his chest,

Or a weary husband who still doesn't know what to do with his life, sleeping with the T.V on.

I like to go to the airport to see the travelers.

The busy travelers with black suitcases,

The young travelers with no suitcases,

The one’s that have done it a thousand times,

The ones that are virgins.

She isn't there to catch a flight,

Her feet have always been on the floor

You can tell, by her sad eyes,

and by that theatrical smile she makes her lips put on with

so,

much,

struggle.

Her appearance is dull,

I feel I could easily erase her.

I look at her old-white apron,

Her mind's probably filled with colors.

I open my wallet and look for the biggest bill

I can find, a 20.

I place it besides the now cold coffee and blueberry pie

I ask for every day

and leave.

Babel, Self-Inflicted

There was a time when words weren't enough. Men and women's thoughts and ideas were limited by a handful of useless words. This restricted authors and playwriters. Among these unsatisfied Creators was a man. A man with a half-naked head known today as the greatest writer in The English Language.

Now, don't be decieved by him. You praise him now for his worthy poems, plays, and sonnets but that's not the real reason why he became so well-knowned. His intimidating last name, which we all struggled with in middle school, would only be a difficult word to spell if he had not been such an arrogant rebel. The English Language

had nothing more than simple words to offer him, so instead of succumbing to this mediocre set of words, he started creating his own. This man thought he was special enough to create a new version of The English Language,

and apparently, he was. He invented words like "amazement", "bloody", "critical" and "obscene" and people actually started using them. This event marked the beginning of the destruction of language as a form of communication. Other authors started feeling special too, so words like "dinner-party" and "nerd" became part of the English dictionary. Then, people who weren't writers, but still were pretty influential in other people's lives, took it to another level and started creating phrases like "Google it," "tag me in a photo," and "bbm me real quick". This wasn't a problem until random people started feeling plaetible enough to create their words too, words others felt they had no reason to adopt. So this is how language

started

stretching

like

a

rubber

band.

People would debate whether a sandwich was antripomorphic or dublainic. Couples would fight about what language their children would learn. Kids would grow up with a weird mix of idioms they'd soon discard and replace with their own. People refused to communicate, nations fell apart, civilizations became caddlements of recawing stahiments. Whantimate laopar esh tricane of mantamere and staegells dedophin to drestued oklitno was gatn.

This is how the rubber band broke.

Flarf On Love

Love, with little hands
simple child.

Love me still, but know not why
Deceive, deceive me once again!
So long lives this and this gives life to thee,
all my days are trances.

Though the night was made for loving
The heart asks pleasure first.
And struggle slacker, but to prove,
With half-words whispered low,
A heart who's love is innocent.

This same flower that smiles today,
To-morrow will be dying.
It's such a little thing to weep,
It's such a little thing to weep
Do not let it cause you more distress.

A simple child...

Maybe he believes me, maybe not.

Google Search

Amazon Bank of america Craiglist Dictionary Ebay Facebook Google Hulu Irs Jet blue Kohls Lowes Mapquest Netfix Orbitz Pandora Quotes Rebecca black Southwest Target Usps Verizon Weather Xbox Youtube Zillow.

Yes, the first thing to show up for "R" is indeed, Rebecca Black.

Shakespeare's Sonnets

Try close reading this:

From fairest creatures we desire increase,

And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,

Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,

And being frank she lends to those are free:

For never-resting time leads summer on

Which happies those that pay the willing loan;

Yet mortal looks adore his beauty still,

In singleness the parts that thou shouldst bear.

Look what an unthrift in the world doth spend

Shall hate be fairer lodged than gentle love?

Look whom she best endowed, she gave the more;

And die as fast as they see others grow;

O! none but unthrifts. Dear my love, you know,

Thy end is truth's and beauty's doom and date.