you cannot kill a poet by Bogdan Dragos

Gobblers & Masticadores

young people, they think nobody has the same thoughts as them they take great pride in some made up originality as if really nobody ever thought up scenarios of themselves descending some rope from some helicopter and dropping in the middle of enemy forces and starting to shoot around, all movie like ‘an shit and killing all the bad guys while not taking one bullet One man army or there’s those other thoughts of being simply the greatest at some sport and being admired and envied for it also, the thoughts of sex in all its forms the thoughts of mindless violence of saving the day of being somewhere else and doing something else all kinds of thoughts and all the minds who think them label them as original but they’re not original they’re every young person’s thoughts and me, I also have thoughts I consider original I think of…

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    1. ( ° ͜ʖ͡°) So it seems. That also means that every book you can name is but the alphabet with its contents displayed in a different pattern :))

      So yeah, it’s amazing how far that ‘spin’ can go ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

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  1. So far the only way I’ve seen a poet die is 1. Becoming an addict and choosing to throw it all away for the demons

    2. Assault. A poet overcome by demons may think that leaves an impact on someone by physically harming. There is no impact at all. He becomes dead to them. He begins spiraling even harder. Into in own self made doom.

    As those demons who once guided him and pat him in the shoulder for a good job well done those same demons laugh waiting. Waiting for the right moment to unleash his wrath upon him.

    The death of a poet
    As his musings die along with him for he did not impact others he merely tried to destroy them.

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      1. It has been 25 years since I attended one, but they were like jail for children. The kids didn’t want to be there. The teachers didn’t want to be there. And if the children failed every class, they graduated anyway.

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  2. I dreamt that my therapist shrunk his girlfriend’s head and wore it around his neck on a chain. I told him about my dream and he laughed and said he did not shrink his gf’s head. I responded with obvious disappointment, “ohh.” This has nothing to do with your above post, but I thought your could appreciate my dream.

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  3. The young and the old, both set in their ways. Neither an original thought but the feelings fluctuate. Like your take on this. And when the young dream of being old then that’s a creative spark to beware of. Haha. Good one! 🙂

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