Diminishment Invoked

Blog post # 238:
(238 = 2*7*17.)

Agnostic Zeroness


Insight Of A Malefactor


Unconcealed Obviousness


Pronouns Of Bigotry


Incorrect Sorrows


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An anagram, yes:


Nothing else
=
is one length.

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Nothing else,

Leroy

Devoid Of Voids

Blog post # 237:
(237 = 3*79.)

Between Its Resemblance


Aberration Wrung


Elaborate Lacking


Twice Hollow Once Iridescent


(I guess my favorites of these are the top one and bottom one.)

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Just one thing to ponder today:

What if your (first or last) name was "Void"?

Then how would you be able to get anyone to accept your checks? .....


(This question occurred to me many years ago.
I apologize if I asked it here before.)

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Leroy

As Disturbed

Blog post # 236:
(236 = 2*59*2.)

Intensity Of Exoskeletons


Fraction Of Consistency


Extraneous Asymptotes


Beautifully Defied


Thereafter Extrapolated


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The anagram for this day:


As Disturbed
=
Bad Rust Dies


(Oh, relatively crappy.)

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And, finally, a horrible pun:

So, tomorrow isn't two days from now. It is one day from now.
So, shouldn't we instead call it...

'one-morrow'?....


(Is it any wonder I am perpetually lonely and unemployed... really?)

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Leroy

Still Of Pi Or Death

Blog post # 235:
(235 = 5*47.)

Undetermined And Indeterminate


Emphatic Unworthiness


Unexplainable Diagonality


Perturbed By Balance


Draped Amongst Levitation


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Thus, this, an anagram....


For that ellipsoid
=
Still of pi or death

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Okay, here is a politically-incorrect pun:


Transexuality is...

roll-reversal!...


(I suspect this pun is highly unoriginal.)
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The alleged End-Of-The-World is coming soon (in only a few days), according to one infamous self-proclaimed seer.

Poll:
So, how long do YOU think we have until The End does come for us all who are still alive at the time?

Less than a year.
1-3 years.
4-10 years.
11-30 years.
31-75 years.
76-150 years.
151-500 years.
501-2000 years.
2001+ years, but eventually.
Never.

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Leroy

A Dim Whole

Blog post # 234:
(234 = 2*3*13*3)

Vanishing Nonexistence


Unrepentant Drowning


Bidirectional Trisection


Outstretched Inwardness


Conjoined Without Enumeration


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Okay, I DO have an anagram today, but it is really lame.

A dim whole
=
Oh, I am lewd.

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[Stuff deleted so as to not look guilty.]

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Leroy

Just This

Blog post #233:
(233 = a prime, I think.)

Singularity Without Crescendo


Asymmetric Contradiction


Adequate Nothingness


Subterfuge Feigned


Lacking Unreality


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Don't feel like posting anything other than pictures today. By the way, hurry up and read my blog before it is deleted. Google likes to delete people's blogs for no apparently good reason all the time.

Leroy

Bored

Blog post # 232:
(232 = 2*2*2*29.)

More crappy pictures:

Impractical Frustration


Demanding Apathy


Insufficient Extreme


Another Intermittency


They Rest As Weirdness


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No anagrams today. No poetry. I have lost any interest in so many hobbies I used to have -- music writing, mathematics, drawing, poetry writing, game inventing, anagram making, and (coming really damn soon) the making of computer art.

As for why I don't post poetry here anymore: I used to, many years ago, write somewhat quality poems, at least on occasion. Somewhat quality poems, anyway. But soon, even before I started this blog, my poetry became more and more cliche, less and less unique between poems. As you must have noticed if you have read any of it I have posted here, I like to reuse words over and over again from poem to poem. Yes, one could argue that this is just my "style", since it is for the most part intentional. But still this habit is annoying, even to myself.

Honestly, none of the poetry I have posted to this blog ever was worth publishing. And lately, recently, my poetry has gotten even worse.

So, forget it. I have no plans to post poetry here again. Maybe I will if I really like a particular poem. But I haven't really liked one of my poems in many years.

And also my computer art has been sucking lately. I regretfully forced myself to post the pictures for today despite my temptation to forego blogging entirely, at least for a while.

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Leroy