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Brethren (Free verse) by richa

The trick of the dandelion clock: To disperse in the wind, grey seeds to interchange like girls, plain as a sugar's beet, that dance, each hiding a Newton.

zodiac 16-Mar-04/5:31 AM
INTRANSIT: to get it, you have to know that in his youth richa often sat under an old twisted sugarbeet tree, trying - o! in vain! - to wrap his youthful brain around the problem of gayness in the world, which he - rightly - felt was key to an understanding of the universe on the quantum level. One day, while deep in meditation, he was struck on the noggin by a falling sugarbeet, in an eerie replication of Newton's encounter with the apple, made more eerie by the fact of a sugarbeet growing on a tree in the first place, which richa had always thought of as an odd figure of speech. Anyway, the blow had the effect of dislodging a jammed synapse and revealing the gayness problem in its beautiful entirety to him. He had to tell people - but how? Most people just can't wrap their brains around something like this. They just want stage-tricks, juggling and APPLES. They're not ready for this stuff.




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