A muse approaches.
I seize a squid from the cold ocean brine,
writhing in hand,
your ink is mine, your beak my nib,
your life my will.
And all will suffer for art. Some for their own. Some for other's.
Monday, November 12, 2007
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originally published with s/will/must/, which was clearly a mistake.
Ooh. Your beak my nib. Your beak my nib.
When an object reflects red light, I know it's red. By the same reasoning, we can conclude that Carla is awesome.
Or maybe I just have a shiny silver back.
Rrroar! Silverback! Grrrr!
Carla, I didn't mean you just reflect awesome. I'm just noting alternative proofs. For example, you can't reflect my comments.
By the way, I just realized the U.S. Bank tower is tall, because when I stood next to it ...
Well, we all understand. I'm dumb and embarrassed.
Totally just kidding, D. Grading unthoughtful student thinkpieces is making me punchy. It's all good. :)
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