A few pieces composed on a whim yesterday (while drinking some Chinese tea made from the leaves of some plant related to the cucumber I can't recall the name now) I feel like posting:

composing a poem on a whim
is as difficult as
summoning a breeze
to caress the leaves
and sooth the mind into
poetic inspiration

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wisps of steam
vanishing as they appear
from the immortal tea

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bursts of poetic feelings
as brief as ice
on scorched stone

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yellow sky

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How runs the world? Wears as it---
I reside presently in a different state--depression is largely unmoved from, however.
Anxiety has been a bothersome itch for too long.
Even worth typing--anypony notice a blip in their feed of the self-sequestering Hearty? who, for all the world knows, may yet be my only brief dip back presently setting sail adrift again for a year or more--who can say I may come back to sketch out stories again to play to polish to God save publish.

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Good morrow to all you young lassies and lads still ripe upon the tree of life--

Okay, pardon the verbosity--I'm actually completely unsure about how to proceed and expound upon my absence...

I'm living in Washington now, eh! Lookee me, up here in 90F weather--what the what?! I know, it's an usually hot spring day up here, and I'm typing like I haven't wrote anything and have been drowning in mental and emotional smoke for some five months--perhaps because I have!

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Perhaps it will have been noticed that I have been absent for about two or three months. This is almost entirely from necessity, and partly by dismay. Scratch that; reverse it. As circumstances are, I had been looking for a job for money, and have got none for my struggles.

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That once you're in the brony fandom, even after the new-to-the-fandom overload of pony-obsession--that eventually cools down into a steady love of ponies--you'll be a brony for life in some way or form?

Have you heard of this book? I know it is famous, but I was surprised to find a fair number of my friends offline have never heard of it (though, actually, not so surprising, considering I have like no literature-interested friends, save one--and that one didn't even really know of the book).

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There are times on this floating bridge of dream that one takes all the world for a vast practical joke.

Some brew of spiritual fatigue and physical weariness brings a surge of electrical staticness in one's life.

Living day by day, either making one's living to live a little longer, or living one's life not to die this day, what does it all account for?

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