#venting via poetry

[writingattempt257]

If I could go back in time, I’d give myself the hard truths of life in bite-sized pieces. I’d hold myself tight when she’d try to fall apart. We’d pick up the pieces of ourself together. But I can’t go back in time. So here and now, I pick up the pieces of myself long forgotten and selfishly wish I wasn’t so alone.

- I have to hold myself together

#poetry #venting via poetry #late night #my writing #writing #grow up #i’m still processing #growth #self love #learning to love me #wishing for a hug

[litmaj0r]

It’s funny that the last poem I wrote Complained about unwanted attention ‘Cause now I’m also in a different boat That gave no warning to cause its prevention. Lately it feels like I’m an afterthought For most, including my own family. It’s not like sole attention’s what I’ve sought, But now it seems I hardly get pity. The expectations on me feel so high, Though for my labor I get such small thanks. The loneliness grows stronger by and by; I’m getting quite exhausted to be frank. I’m tired of only living in extremes; I just want someone who’ll love me for me.

#sometimes you just gotta vent via poetry lol #this is a bit dramatic i know but i had to fit the form #sonnets are honestly my favorite #poetry #mine

[andillbeancuteboyifiwantto]

2 am embrace is comforting but the 2 pm embrace is suffocating hollowed by mental illness since childhood yet always it’s a page that frequently refreshes to make me miserable i wake up late only to want more troubled sleep there’s never the right words for it when the afternoon makes me physically ill due to the backfiring inside my brain rest of the household asleep it feels like 2 am but twisted people outside, sun up awake with my mental illness kicking inside my brain like a petulant child in a car, back of your seat getting kicked online world is silent as well everything is feeling unreal blasting music to try fill the voids might not be entirely present as a result god i’m wishing i was in other circumstances so bad

#spilled ink #my poetry #disassociation cw #depression cw #(what a lovely bday... im venting via poetry to try feel less shitty and less mental)

[kawareo]

Bhaalist Unholy Communion

This post has been living in my brain rent free and then it hit me in just the right headspace to turn into a vent thing and made me write poetry for the first time since eight grade anyway enjoy my ramblings under cut

because isn't it fucked up that Durge has no bodily autonomy? That he's nothing (using he/him because im looking at my Durge specifically) without Bhaal because not even his own body is his own but still a part of Bhaal?

And sure it is an honor to be Bhaal's Chosen, but is it really if you never got the chance to choose yourself? Strike, my Durge, was born a Bhaalspawn and grew up in the cult since he was eight. It's all he's ever known, he's worshiped for being a demi-god, he's powerful and on top, and in the end, literally everything he has is only because his Father lets him have it.

The Communion especially shows that, with Strike being still worshiped, but it hurts him, the Bhaalists rip his body apart, use it, consume it, and he needs to think of it as a blessing because how lucky is he, to be the soul that was loaned piece of a god to guard? He'd think of his own body like that.

And it hurts Bhaalists, too! It works both ways! His blood is poisonous and his flesh aches in their throats, but it's a blessing! God of Murder loves his son and his love hurts, and if you love him back, you must let yourself be hurt and know how lucky you are to be allowed to be hurt by Bhaal or his mortal flesh itself!

I'm just very into the whole 'no bodily autonomy' thing that we have going on with Durge, like his father not only can take control of his body via the Urge, but he has Sceleritas to guide him away from anything that could be not by Bhaal's books, Orin and Saverok to be a (although messed up as hell) family to him so he'll never look for another, and to some degree, Bhaal can control Durge's mind...

No wonder he'd run to Gortash in the end. The first one who sees more than a Bhaalspawn when he looks at Strike, more than Bhaal's scion, he sees a person and ngl it's totally Bhaal's fault that Strike ended up like that

#im going off to bed those last few days ive been a mess #hope you like my bullshit #poetry #character study #bhaalspawn #bg3 #durgetash #mild but fuck you my tags #fanart #the dark urge #bg3 durge #durge #bg3 bhaal #bhaalist #comic #angst #vent art #kawa rambles #cw blood #cw cannibalism #cw body horror #cult of bhaal #enver gortash #the dark urge x enver gortash #drow durge

[fizziepopangel]

Got any Octavia headcanons? Just in general 🦉🌠

Now, I don't have a ton since Octavia isn't one of my favorite characters and doesn't have a ton of screentime, but I did have a few, so ask and you shall receive!

“This place REEKS of corporate shame.”

(Octavia headcanons I think are pretty accurate)

Octavia is super active on Sinstagram, but unlike most girls her age, she mostly posts photography and sometimes she tries silly trends or makeup looks with her dad.

Despite her original anger at her father’s affair, Octavia grows to love Blitz as if he were a second dad.

Via practices magic often with tutors or in school, but she prefers learning with her dad because she enjoys the bonding time it gives them. When her parents split up, one of the hardest things for her was having her studies with her dad cut in half.

Her favorite snack is roasted marshmallows (sometimes smores). She often just gets a bag of marshmallows and sits in her room, using her pyrokinesis to roast them while she watches horror movies in bed.

While she is asexual, Octavia is biromantic. Stolas and Loona are the only two people who she's felt comfortable enough to come out to.

She loves to read, mostly thrillers and mystery novels. She plans to have enough books to rival her father's plant collection.

After her trip to the human world in “Seeing Stars”, Loona and Octavia made it a point to have coffee at least once a month. While the two usually have coffee and walk around Stylish Occult and other hell stores similar to it, they use the time to vent about their fathers, school/work, unbeknownst to their fathers, the girls sometimes sneak to earth to take in the sights there.

Loona is the first person she tried drugs or alcohol with. Via really wanted to try something rebellious so Loona supervised her while smoked a little weed and took a few shots.... then spent the rest of the night holding her hair while she puked and trying to bring down the paranoia levels. They both agreed Stolas and Blitz never needed to know that happened.

Stella is afraid of reptiles…. Unbeknownst to her, Stolas has let their daughter keep a pet snake that she found in his garden. Via has had this snake for almost 4 years without her mother's knowledge and it's name is Starlight.

Octavia still hasn’t mastered transforming into her full demon form, but she is more interested in learning to transform into her human form since she’s seen both of her parents and Loona do it before and she thinks they all look quite pretty in their human forms… Since she struggles with finding anything attractive about herself now, she wonders if she’ll be as pretty as them.

Octavia is extremely musically inclined and despite her mother hating it, Via taught herself to play the drums.

Via visits her father in the hospital every day. He makes her promise to take care of his plants and she actually ends up really enjoying tending to the garden, she even talks to the plants and plays music for them to try to cheer them up since, much like her, they're also feeling a bit lost without Stolas at home.

After taking up journaling, she took up writing poetry and she sometimes performs it at open mic nights. She’s never told anyone, but she really enjoys it and despite her demeanor, she’s found that her mental health has improved tremendously since she started writing.

Collects interesting/weird taxidermy and gives each one a unique and personality.

Up until her first appearance in Helluva Boss, Octavia actually did the most to earn her mother’s affection. She stopped in hopes that the drastic change in behavior would catch her mother’s attention… When it didn’t, she slowly started learning who she was apart from her parents and came up with her current personality and aesthetic.

Loves spice. Like could care less about cookies or cupcakes most of the time but wants to eat the hottest pepper she can find like a tic tac.

Very much the type who wants to advocate for those who are struggling. Since she can’t do much to make hell better, once she’s old enough and learns to shift into her human form, she totally comes to the human realm to help with protests for causes she believes in.

Speaks in nothing but song lyrics sometimes. No reason, just does it.

#fizziepop thoughts #helluva headcanon #vivziepop #helluva boss #ars goetia #octavia helluva boss #octavia headcanons #helluva boss season 2 #stolas goetia #loona and via

[rosesloveletters]

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[alightinthelantern]

wanted: poetry penpals/friends

I am a poet and visual artist who's looking for poetry pen pals, people to chat with about poetry and literature. Other potential topics include art cinema, visual art, history, music (I love romantic classical, ethnic, indie, and folk music), good novels, D&D, and general life things, but poetry is my main passion right now. I am also willing to listen to you talk about crafts like knitting, crocheting, sewing, etc. although I know nothing about these things. I am 30 years old but am open to chatting with anyone of any age as long as they are legal adults, are mature, and don't mind my age. Both fellow poets, and people who like poetry but don't write it themselves, are both welcome, but for fellow poets I am seeking people who write reasonably mature poetry, not stereotypical angsty teenage vent poetry.

Edit: minimum age for pen pals is now 21. Preferred age is 24+.

My modes of communication are tumblr, instagram, reddit, discord, and email. I am also willing to write and send physical letters through the mail sometimes but I'm not enthused about the idea.

My own poetry can be found at @awindyattic.tumblr.com My art instagram is @oceanforsail My discord handle is @BeltaneBugle My reddit handle is @Ok_Usual_669 My email or physical address will be provided only if asked for via private message on any of these sites.

Note: I don't like video games, sports, or TV shows, and am not interested in discussing these topics.

I am a friendly, intelligent, caring, earnest person, so please give me a try if any of this sounds at all interesting.

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[pilferingapples]

Les Miserables Daily : 5.2.3, Bruneseau

Real excited to be starting this readalong! Going in chronological order should be an exciting experience for us all, I’m sure!  Thanks to @alicedrawslesmis for suggesting running this experience via the Tumblr queue; I can’t think of a website I trust more!  We’re starting our readalong in 1805 with everyone’s favorite character, Bruneseau!

The sewer of Paris in the Middle Ages was legendary. In the sixteenth century, Henri II. attempted a bore, which failed. Not a hundred years ago, the cess-pool, Mercier attests the fact, was abandoned to itself, and fared as best it might.

Such was this ancient Paris, delivered over to quarrels, to indecision, and to gropings. It was tolerably stupid for a long time. Later on, '89 showed how understanding comes to cities. But in the good, old times, the capital had not much head. It did not know how to manage its own affairs either morally or materially, and could not sweep out filth any better than it could abuses. Everything presented an obstacle, everything raised a question. The sewer, for example, was refractory to every itinerary. One could no more find one's bearings in the sewer than one could understand one's position in the city; above the unintelligible, below the inextricable; beneath the confusion of tongues there reigned the confusion of caverns; Daedalus backed up Babel.

Sometimes the Paris sewer took a notion to overflow, as though this misunderstood Nile were suddenly seized with a fit of rage. There occurred, infamous to relate, inundations of the sewer. At times, that stomach of civilization digested badly, the cess-pool flowed back into the throat of the city, and Paris got an after-taste of her own filth. These resemblances of the sewer to remorse had their good points; they were warnings; very badly accepted, however; the city waxed indignant at the audacity of its mire, and did not admit that the filth should return. Drive it out better.

The inundation of 1802 is one of the actual memories of Parisians of the age of eighty. The mud spread in cross-form over the Place des Victoires, where stands the statue of Louis XIV.; it entered the Rue Saint-Honore by the two mouths to the sewer in the Champs-Elysees, the Rue Saint-Florentin through the Saint-Florentin sewer, the Rue Pierre-a-Poisson through the sewer de la Sonnerie, the Rue Popincourt, through the sewer of the Chemin-Vert, the Rue de la Roquette, through the sewer of the Rue de Lappe; it covered the drain of the Rue des Champs-Elysees to the height of thirty-five centimetres; and, to the South, through the vent of the Seine, performing its functions in inverse sense, it penetrated the Rue Mazarine, the Rue de l'Echaude, and the Rue des Marais, where it stopped at a distance of one hundred and nine metres, a few paces distant from the house in which Racine had lived, respecting, in the seventeenth century, the poet more than the King. It attained its maximum depth in the Rue Saint-Pierre, where it rose to the height of three feet above the flag-stones of the water-spout, and its maximum length in the Rue Saint-Sabin, where it spread out over a stretch two hundred and thirty-eight metres in length.

At the beginning of this century, the sewer of Paris was still a mysterious place. Mud can never enjoy a good fame; but in this case its evil renown reached the verge of the terrible. Paris knew, in a confused way, that she had under her a terrible cavern. People talked of it as of that monstrous bed of Thebes in which swarmed centipedes fifteen long feet in length, and which might have served Behemoth for a bathtub. The great boots of the sewermen never ventured further than certain well-known points. We were then very near the epoch when the scavenger's carts, from the summit of which Sainte-Foix fraternized with the Marquis de Crequi, discharged their loads directly into the sewer. As for cleaning out,-- that function was entrusted to the pouring rains which encumbered rather than swept away. Rome left some poetry to her sewer, and called it the Gemoniae; Paris insulted hers, and entitled it the Polypus-Hole. Science and superstition were in accord, in horror. The Polypus hole was no less repugnant to hygiene than to legend. The goblin was developed under the fetid covering of the Mouffetard sewer; the corpses of the Marmousets had been cast into the sewer de la Barillerie; Fagon attributed the redoubtable malignant fever of 1685 to the great hiatus of the sewer of the Marais, which remained yawning until 1833 in the Rue Saint-Louis, almost opposite the sign of the Gallant Messenger. The mouth of the sewer of the Rue de la Mortellerie was celebrated for the pestilences which had their source there; with its grating of iron, with points simulating a row of teeth, it was like a dragon's maw in that fatal street, breathing forth hell upon men. The popular imagination seasoned the sombre Parisian sink with some indescribably hideous intermixture of the infinite. The sewer had no bottom. The sewer was the lower world. The idea of exploring these leprous regions did not even occur to the police. To try that unknown thing, to cast the plummet into that shadow, to set out on a voyage of discovery in that abyss--who would have dared? It was alarming. Nevertheless, some one did present himself. The cess-pool had its Christopher Columbus.

One day, in 1805, during one of the rare apparitions which the Emperor made in Paris, the Minister of the Interior, some Decres or Cretet or other, came to the master's intimate levee. In the Carrousel there was audible the clanking of swords of all those extraordinary soldiers of the great Republic, and of the great Empire; then Napoleon's door was blocked with heroes; men from the Rhine, from the Escaut, from the Adige, and from the Nile; companions of Joubert, of Desaix, of Marceau, of Hoche, of Kleber; the aerostiers of Fleurus, the grenadiers of Mayence, the pontoon-builders of Genoa, hussars whom the Pyramids had looked down upon, artillerists whom Junot's cannon-ball had spattered with mud, cuirassiers who had taken by assault the fleet lying at anchor in the Zuyderzee; some had followed Bonaparte upon the bridge of Lodi, others had accompanied Murat in the trenches of Mantua, others had preceded Lannes in the hollow road of Montebello. The whole army of that day was present there, in the court-yard of the Tuileries, represented by a squadron or a platoon, and guarding Napoleon in repose; and that was the splendid epoch when the grand army had Marengo behind it and Austerlitz before it.--"Sire," said the Minister of the Interior to Napoleon, "yesterday I saw the most intrepid man in your Empire."--"What man is that?" said the Emperor brusquely, "and what has he done?"--"He wants to do something, Sire."--"What is it?"--"To visit the sewers of Paris."

This man existed and his name was Bruneseau.

#The Impossible Readalong #LM Chrono #long post #I'm so sorry #but also not #LM 5.2.3 #Bruneseau #shitposting

[writingattempt257]

Tonight, my soul sits in a shell that’s vibrating as though my own molecules’ atomic frequency is pronounced on my skin. Up and down; wave after wave; sensation after sensation. Body shaking with a want, a need, a desire of something so basic I can hear my DNA howl like the ancestors of old - threatening to unwind itself and return to primordial soup.

My soul curls in on itself in a facsimile of a hug. It is hiding under my ribs, in the flutter of my breath. The tighter it squeezes the harder it is to breath and greater the pressure builds. It rubs circles into its own shoulders and pretends like a child does that the world is alright. My soul takes shelter from my eyes like windows for fear of shattering either myself or the illusion, I do not know which.

While I, I sit entirely motionless and wish I could relivethis pressure building in my chest or to actually see myself vibrating apart so I have proof that my body is screaming in an uncomfortable desire for comfort - as though a hug will ground me enough to remind me how gravity works and my atoms will realign. Then, I hug a pillow with hope that gravity will work. It doesn’t so I pray for tears to water my skin and relieve this pressure in my chest. But tears come from eyes and I taught my soul well: when your world shakes, stay away from the windows.

- how I wish I could cry

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[dhr-ao3]

Letters of Cowardice and Kindness

Letters of Cowardice and Kindness https://ift.tt/G5DjXNL by Fever_dream_at_3am It's a rainy day when Draco finds the first letter. Someone has written to him, venting their guilt about the war. Draco can relate, as although he's been lauded as a double agent and eventual war hero, he still feels guilty for what he's done and like a fraud. Through letters and poetry, two students form a tentative relationship over the two sides of the war, bridging the gap of hate and suspicion that remains even after the war is over. ONE-SHOT A quick and easy read that ends in a hopeful thought for the future. Words: 1428, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Romilda Vane, Lucius Malfoy, Rita Skeeter, Severus Snape, Albus Dumbledore Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott/Harry Potter Additional Tags: Draco Malfoy Has PTSD, Hermione Granger Has PTSD, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Reconciliation, bridging the gap, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Sort Of, Letters, Love Letters, Poetry, Bad Poetry, I'm Bad At Tagging, Angst, Survivor Guilt, Guilt, Kindness, paper birds via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/54tAQH9 May 28, 2023 at 11:51PM

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[anumberofhobbies]

“‘God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen’ is one of the oldest Christmas carols there is”

Good questions: When is it from? What is it about? And what does that “merry” mean, anyway?

See the following 2 references:

https://www.classicfm.com/discover-music/occasions/christmas/god-rest-ye-merry-gentlemen-lyrics-meaning/

‘God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen’ is one of our favourite minor key Christmas carols, but what are the lyrics about and why don’t they all rhyme?

‘God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen’ is one of the oldest Christmas carols there is, and one of the most popular. The carol originates from 16th-century England and the earliest known printed edition was published in 1760.  

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Why don’t all the lyrics in ‘God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen’ rhyme?

Last year, we noticed carol singers and vexed tweeters were taking to their keyboards to vent over the fact second and forth lines of the third verse of ‘God Rest Ye’ don’t rhyme exactly as they should.

It’s the carol’s sheer age that contributes to this.

You see, back in 16th-century England, some pronunciations were pretty different, owing to a Great Vowel Shift – a series of changes in pronunciation that affected the long vowels used in English – roughly during the 15th to 18th centuries.

Long vowels shifted upwards; that is, a vowel that used to be pronounced in a lower place in the mouth would be pronounced in a different place, higher up in the mouth. ‘wind’ used to be pronounced ‘waind’, as in ‘find’; it had a longer vowel, which was pronounced in a lower place in the mouth to its modern pronunciation.

The Oxford English Dictionary confirms this – that until a few hundred years ago, ‘waind’ used to be the normal English pronunciation for ‘wind’ when used in poetry.

So there you have it.

and,

https://www.etymonline.com/word/merry

Not originally applied to humorous moods or speech or conduct, yet the word had a much wider senses in Middle English than modern: "pleasant-sounding" (of animal voices), "fine" (of weather), "handsome" (of dress), "pleasant-tasting" (of herbs). The evolution of the modern senses is probably via the meaning "pleased by a certain event or situation or state of things" (c. 1200). Of persons, "cheerful by disposition or nature; playfully cheerful, enlivened with gladness or good spirits," by mid-14c.

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Merrie England (now frequently satirical or ironic) is c. 1400, meri ingland, originally in a broader sense of "bountiful, prosperous."

[sapphic-woes]

Hello hello hope you're doing well! Could you do sage for the asks pls

Hello to you too! I'm doing good now despite the whole class fiasco lmao, thanks for asking! Hope you're doing well too anon💗

what 'medium' of art (poetry, music, fiction, paintings, statues etc.) is the most touching to you?why do you think that is?

I think...music and fiction? I vent write quite a bit, in fact my ocs are in a story that's a major f u to the kind of religious background I grow up in and am slowly distancing myself from. Or tbh just processing as "oh yk maybe that wasn't very good??? yea????" And I do that via fiction mostly!

I say music becuase it moves me a lot. Like I'm the kind to listen to anything from kpop to eternal eclipse lmao. I just think there's sm goodness and expression in music that's endless yk? And it's easily accessible! I always have my earphones and if I'm in a mood and I can't write it out I can at least hear a good version of it, yk?

#thank u for the ask♥️ #bibi answers #also im always down for giving song recs lmao

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[writer59january13]

Some pro's and con's of being connected to virtual reality

Dune not be bashful, grumpy, leery

or any other contemporary dwarf man

regarding countless less well known dwarves

(that never got a chance

to play a bit part) such as wham

bam thank you ma'am linkedin with emergence

of Internet and poetry slam opportunities availed by Nast tee Uncle Sam, which characters (albeit fiction), nevertheless, helped spawn a quiet yet free global, radically riotous,

totally tubular snow white transformation affecting a societal and human specie but also augmented, credited,

engineered, et cetera contributing

to paradigm seismic shift that garnered tree mend us plentifully birthed schema,

impacted and transformed how wii (more particularly many gifted minds)

bridged geographical distance (encompassing all four corners

of the Earth) to enhance

what came to be called the world wide web, courtesy Sir Tim Berners-Lee

hewing digital strong armed lance information super high, "Cyber Revolution,"

etc allowing one to prance and essentially transcend reality to brook cyber sea ghosting, fostering, embezzling crook

commanding, commingling, communicating, hook line and sinker, et cetera courtesy nerdy kook

with an excellent access and outlook reaching the most distant cranny and nook.

This (bit a bing chitty chitty bang bang)

democratization of information,

manifestation toward exponentially faster processing capacities

(latest technological trend heralds Quantum computing – promising to transform the world into twenty first century space race) more powerful than pen or sword (based on principles of Moore’s Law), reward

witnessing atheists to thank good lord

electronically solidifying

binary unification swiftly tail lord

engendering greater dependence and reliance

figuratively shrinking the drinking gourd allowing far flung aliens, family,

friends, et cetera to ford great distances via sophisticated electronics

courtesy of super smart motherboard enabling ever more complex

futuristic electronic contrivances, the generic Homo Sapien gibbon could afford.

Analogous to Medieval Age

this quiet pussy riot creation (ushering on thee global stage equally as controversial when la cage aux folles aired)

vis a vis Internet did un cage actual overcoming physical barriers

ushered Hallmark gauge marked by Computer/Digital Age odyssey),

especially sharing pixelated page

at light speed, where the ordinary individual could keep in contact ) albeit with every now and again

a bit torrent rage

and in some instances tapping

smarts of a preschooler considered a sage, which kindergarten lad/lass

commandeered a handsome wage

whereat the parental figure

did gently cajole, wheedle or beg

their wealthy progeny promising

son/ daughter of a healthy nest egg

framing almighty dollar

as theatrical masterpiece jpeg

storing money in Swiss

bank accounts or hollow leg

perhaps christened Meg or if an avid weekly reader

of Moby Dick's Queequeg,

who felt incorporeal storied power

of Herman Melville as zen unseen aid instructing hypothetical rich kid

to drop out of school

before his/her first grade

cuz of all the money he/she made,

which affected modus operandi rendered obsolete child worker laws

and no sweat of brow getting paid

people used bitcoin (protocol

which implements a highly available,

public, and decentralized ledger) additionally making purchases with scant keystrokes to complete a trade.

As with any major dramatically novel scheme

light bulb idea scribbled on napkin

or other scrap of paper

via modeling brainstorm viz cutting up cheese or spraying whipped cream

originating as a flash in the pan

aha eureka moment, or dream

as rough blueprint subsequently

underwent beta testing, before declaring pc innovation supreme, whereby outstanding persons

in the tech industry clamored to join Kidde team.

Whether seventh day add vent

hissed or other religious creed powerful binary processing rooted and impacted particularly

after tooth house sand years after common era (re: anno domini)

earth shaking incarnation indeed and ramifications in all walks

and talks of life sought expert need.

Coven chanting children murmured Luddites be damned!

Thus spake Zarathustra

(cue the opening scene from Planet of the Apes)

upon witnessing as if king or queen (in reality father or mother) didst get immediately

dethroned thus, increasing mean average positive netzero

effects on society, especially lean

microchip i.e. integrated circuitry

miniaturization "green" technology (and eventual

attendant affordable price), viz said trappings

upon global market invited absolute zero dust, a must clean

as a whistle work space,

and manufacturers laboratory be microbe free

hermetically sealed vacuumed "clean.”

Countless portable computers

unbeknownst soon invited

florid colorful expletives

upon heads that did wantonly hack

impromptu malfeasance called cyber crime,

especially as majority proportion of population

didst purchase these dime a dozen,

countless electronically sophisticated contrivances every Tom, Dick and Harry

snapped up these smart machines excitedly keyed away

ofttimes indifferent to gunk on unwashed hands

plus bits of food particles

eventually caking hardware with grime subsequently necessitating technician

charging gobs of moolah

sans to unstitch in time.

Gooey glop getting suctioned out

vaunted vips venting vitriolic vocalizations

emphasized obvious

NO FOOD OR DRINK rule to abide

cuz suctioning tower computer

or laptop presented vulnerability

plus unforeseen downfall against fried food and greasy hands ended up hide ding hardest to reach locale

on circuit board no matter

how expert technician pried “end user” yelling out gratitude

to geek squad member helping before he/she went side

dulling out front door

eagerly awaiting remotely controlled self driving vehicle transporting self taught techie guru home

to an obscure gated destination,

an uninterrupted distant, yet pleasant ride

eventually amateurs encouraged

to tinker like an apprenticed tailor

akin as raw troubleshooting recruit

oft playfully feigned to be soldier spy pretending to repair bowel of computer

when in truth visiting

supposed outer limits of functionality

legality, and radicality shadowing dark side

which lined illegal benefits

of labor saving devices.

The sound of silence

written on the subway walls

though heretics opposing

latest technology and felt sinister chill (just ask Punxsutawney Phil),

the Internet ranks as greatest dog sent rill

lee where wiz kids ranked

chatting killer apps with grateful dead

information superhighway as heavenly manna

with artificial intelligence street cred

since introduction of white bread and powdered milk biscuits

baked by Ahmed.