Disrupt rational sensibility to encourage creativity. But it's not really creAtive but the God, Dionysius.
You have such an interesting blog. Thanks for sharing, I enjoyed reading your posts. All the best for your future blogging journey.
The twiddle twaddle doldrums of the rickety-tickety-tin;With wincing girlies prancing upon manifolds so thin.Infant-analize my gorgon-stocks with smocks, and rocks and mews;A fasting vegan laissez-bian caterwauling Billy Holiday blues.Of whimsical tautologo-rifts upon a theme of crud;An aardvark preaches abstinence; his nose falls with a thud.The whine of belching sirens devouring sailor's souls,Renounce the age of reason while zombies vote at polls.Devoid of anything at all, even nihilism's dregs;Political correctness waddles by sans moral legs.Alas I shall not die of any noble thing;My soul stifled, has no honest word to sing.The twiddle twaddle doldrums of the rickety-tickety-tin;Without a bang or whimper even, just ineffective spin.There, now you have my nonsensical meanderings after too much coffee while pondering creativity.
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Disrupt rational sensibility to encourage creativity. But it's not really creAtive but the God, Dionysius.
You have such an interesting blog. Thanks for sharing, I enjoyed reading your posts. All the best for your future blogging journey.
The twiddle twaddle doldrums of the rickety-tickety-tin;
With wincing girlies prancing upon manifolds so thin.
Infant-analize my gorgon-stocks with smocks, and rocks and mews;
A fasting vegan laissez-bian caterwauling Billy Holiday blues.
Of whimsical tautologo-rifts upon a theme of crud;
An aardvark preaches abstinence; his nose falls with a thud.
The whine of belching sirens devouring sailor's souls,
Renounce the age of reason while zombies vote at polls.
Devoid of anything at all, even nihilism's dregs;
Political correctness waddles by sans moral legs.
Alas I shall not die of any noble thing;
My soul stifled, has no honest word to sing.
The twiddle twaddle doldrums of the rickety-tickety-tin;
Without a bang or whimper even, just ineffective spin.
There, now you have my nonsensical meanderings after too much coffee while pondering creativity.
Post a Comment