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> History #189: Unfulfilled Meanderings
WOW!!! If you have been reading these little history blurbs of mine, you may have noticed that the writings in this Work Zombie section have become SUPER WACKY. I believe I had bought one of those Word-A-Day books around this time. The book had... well... a new vocabulary word for every day (hey, I was bored as hell at work and needed SOMETHING to do). I would think that I was all super cool, hey look at me, I know a fancy-shmancy new word and then go write some crazy shit acting like I actually knew what the fucking word meant. I mean... really... if you read the story (er... poem... uh... whatever the hell you call it) you have to understand NOBODY ever uses the word DECRINATION let alone DECRY. Let's think about this, when was the last time you used the word DECRY?

Basically, this is me playing with word, word arrangements, and other text formulations. Even though they make NO sense, they are still fun to write. I guess, in a way, I am mocking the use of these BIG words and their uses (MISUSES) in language. Eh.. who knows? I don't even know what the hell I am talking about right now. I think I'll stop now and go watch some A-Team re-runs.
PANDER to the Decrination of Unfulfilled Meanderings
By Drooling Maniac
He felt so senseless, decrying the loud empty, so true yet so strange.

How odd, he stated. Looking about in rapturous rape.
I wonder where this will take me, this hole, set back in my mind.
So wonderful, so frightening.

I have never been there, this hole...
Where does it go?

To strange places that I would have never imagined.
To other worlds never fathomed.

So I stand loud, and decry the damnation of nothing.
For there is always something there within my mind...

But just what may be in there, so soon shall I find.

What once was so subtle, the cause of the blind.
Left shackles, entattered, all buckled behind.

Truly a crime, says he.
Truly.

But what little did I/he know.
How was he expected to...
After All ISN'T this the life-trap.
An evil snap
Been there, done that.


There are sections, compartments that (when opened)
Show things so organized in ways that have no organization to them.


Yes
The
Word
May
Be
C-H-A-O-S
But isn't it all in such a way.


Let it go man.
Or else it never went.
Yet more energies spent, the frivolous frolic...
On terms so booo-cholic.

Sheesh.
Never would have see that coming.

Stop...End...NeverMore
Or ForeverMore

B(gin)
A-TEAM: Intro