(187 = 11*17.)
Parenthetical Crescendo
Irrespective Coexistence
Neither Divide Nor Multiply
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No anagrams today. Sorry.
But I DO have a song! I wrote this recently.
Its melody is unoriginal, so it is a good thing you can't hear that. :P
(PS: I *am* OCD, for real.)
Yeeaaahhh
I'm OCD, man. I'm OCD.
Yeah, I'm OCD, man. I'm OCD.
I can't get enough of these things
bothering me.
'Cause I'm OCD, man. I'm OCD.
Don't blame me, man. Don't blame me.
I'm not to blame 'cause
I'm OCD, man. I'm OCD.
Oh,
I can't get enough of these things
bothering me.
'Cause I'm OCD, man. I'm OCD.
Oh, don't you blame me, man.
Don't blame me.
'Cause I'm OCD, man. I'm OCD.
Yeah, I'm OCD, man. I'm OCD.
They say I'm psycho. They say I'm a hoarder.
They say I've got Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.
They say I wash my hands 100 times a day.
I'm thinking these crazy thoughts;
Repeatedly repeating, repeating what I say.
Yeeaaahhh
I'm OCD, man. I'm OCD.
Yeah, I'm OCD, man. I'm OCD.
I can't get enough of these things
bothering me.
'Cause I'm OCD, man. I'm OCD.
Don't blame me, man. Don't blame me.
I'm not to blame 'cause
I'm OCD, man. I'm OCD.
Oh,
I can't get enough of these things
bothering me.
'Cause I'm OCD, man. I'm OCD.
Oh, don't you blame me, man. Don't blame me.
'Cause I'm OCD, man. I'm OCD.
Yeeaahhh, I'm OCD, man. I'm OCD.
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Two poems to finish this post.
(Written the day before yesterday and yesterday.)
Midpoints And Endpoints
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Of these pairs never dichotomous,
a game is disregarded
But conjured. It is
quite rectangular but not
Iridescent. And it
is glossy yet unjust. Yes,
From midpoints or endpoints,
the lines are
Scribed in unison until
such possibilities. Then
I am asymmetric but foregone.
Then we are
Tallied unto our configurations.
And this game,
Ha, it is of alternation and
perpendicularity. But
That lattice is equilateral.
And it is again
Arrayed as the growing plexus
so as to be a crescendo
Of dissimilarity. Yes,
the un-dichotomous pairs
Are halved and sometimes
unfulfilled. But they
Do exert their
parenthetical groupings upon
This cloth, upon this
enumeration implied via
Midpoints and endpoints and
games each serpentine,
Each interconnected, each
woven within their execution.
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The Strings And The Solidities
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A blob and a loop conjoin
within their merging
To be elongated and
outstretched as quite a
Lengthy lemniscate. Yet
all is counterbalanced and
Unbalanced both regarding
its substances and shape,
Irrespectively. And the
lemniscate protrudes through
The round loop of
equiangularity. But this loop
Too is balanced and unbalanced
with the disk
Of its same outline.
That disk is propped upon the
Left; the round loop is
intermediate; and
The lemniscate protrudes
unto the middle's right.
Opposed, though, are
the strings and the solidities.
Yet the blob and loop
coexist within their
Antipodal arrangements,
within this tableau
Rendered from invisibility
and potential. Yes,
The loop and the blob
envelop their impairments
And impediments, and,
still, they are alternating.
Still, they are sequential
and dichotomous and
Partitioned into such equality,
are partitioned into
That suspension, into
that levitation and its
Frustrations,
are partitioned into these
Sadly noteworthy metamorphoses
Of duality's anachronisms.
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Leroy
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