Some poets seek meaning. Others seek beauty. I, however, have chosen to wage war against the Universe through sheer whimsical nonsense. Welcome to the battlefield of absurdity.
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I didn’t plan this. The universe did. Also, I may have set my altar slightly on fire. But it’s fine.
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I don’t usually share my tarot readings like this, blasting my spreads into the void of the internet.
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I must’ve signed some cosmic slip, A soul contract, a one-way trip. “Earth’s Awakening! Come One Come All! Answer now–the clarion call!”
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Welcome, dear traveler! Step right inside, To a world where nonsense and logic collide. Where up is down and left is right, And facts change hourly—hold on tight!
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For days on end, the beeping cried, A phantom wail that never died. Through sleepless nights, through weary sighs, I questioned life. I questioned why.
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A spectral wail, a phantom cry, An endless beep that will not die. It mocks my thoughts, it haunts my brain, A cursed sound, a shrieking bane.
my letters from beyond the fire 