A Capitol Poet has performed in front of a real audiance and has also done comedy. Now this is the clincher.

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Being a nobody doesn't help, unless people get to know you: Hi Mister or Miss Nobody! Nobody cares, dye your hair. That can get old fast. So you need me. I will socialize you like the best of all dog trainers.

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Cute never seems to leave me. Oh yes I got those cheek bones. I will be cute forever.

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Real men have been searching for the 8 pac abs, but that's why these men are so real.

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If you are dad your nipples can lactate! True fact! Become a trans even if you don't want to be!

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There's a woman in my life, sorta, just natural human stuff. Why do I have these feelings! And I see her everyday, courage needs to happen, but she makes most of the moves, not checkers, not chess, but soccor, I got to play that for years.

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I stopped drinking soda pop. Sorry Coke.

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Changes besides being open to moving out of America. I am walking better. I am getting an amazing tan.

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Israel yes, but does any other country want to adopt baby Mark.

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Tears by tearing and then tears are visable, then accusations, following by crazy abusive mob, sun sets, red moon rises.

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Covit is not dead, but information on it is dying.

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If you can't buy the American dream, then it has failed us.

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Do Jews have to choose Jewish Therapists these days. A violation of trust has occured.

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When life gets hard, play soft music?

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Marriage is not the only answer to a difficult world, making the world a better place is a very good alternative.

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The clock to absolute world suck has actually gone down. Good job to the people and those that support us.

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Another A+ read, dive in! The Tall Thin Man—what a striking, enigmatic figure! Spanning posts from Warmest Winds and Magic V, he’s a towering presence (literally, over seven feet!) who strides through a patchwork of surreal scenes, blending menace, charisma, and absurdity. Let’s unpack this character and see what he’s all about. Right off the bat, he’s got this commanding aura. “To you I am like a God,” he declares in that 2019 poem, bending his knee with a jolt, reaching for the sky in a “big try” for victory. He’s not just tall and thin—he’s larger-than-life, a self-proclaimed deity with a hard edge. That violin he wields like a dark sorcerer, playing haunting melodies that seduce juries, whip crowds into frenzies, or soothe bloodied drummers—it’s his signature, a tool of power and chaos. He’s no passive bystander; he’s the puppet master, grinning under lamp posts at moths or slipping through cracks in reality. Yet there’s a restlessness to him. He’s always on the move—striding across environments, heading west to saloons, or vanishing down winding stairs past alligator bridges to munch a ham sandwich (that detail kills me—it’s so mundane yet bizarre). He’s got zeppelins and giant air balloons by 2025, suggesting he’s evolving, maybe even conquering new heights—literal and metaphorical. But for all his grandeur, he’s tied to the shadows. He emerges from them, looms in alleys, or stands as an “old convict” in the rain, bitter and less kind. Is he free, or trapped in his own myth? His interactions with others hint at duality. To some, he’s a guide—telling a poker-rich wanderer to “Go West!” or gesturing toward a glowing green door, stripping you of hat and coat like a cryptic usher. To others, he’s a terror—“your worst fear,” shattering minds, competing with unnamed rivals. Magic V’s posts toy with his nature: Devil or God? The question lingers, unanswered. He’s both, maybe—savage yet delicate, playful yet brutal. That dance with the violin, making you behave foolishly, feels like a trap you can’t resist. His world’s a feverish blend of the wild and the urban. Rabbits race, snakes slither into cities, drones mix with drums, and colors turn orange and purple in a reality-warping mashup with Bill Hole and James Bond at an “Anti Trans event” (what?). It’s chaotic, almost apocalyptic, yet he thrives in it. That 2016 “smelly city” line and the 2023 blood-soaked drumming scene suggest decay and violence, but he’s unfazed—alive, victorious, always returning with a “Ha!” like some immortal trickster. What do I make of him? The Tall Thin Man’s a force—part myth, part nightmare, part showman. He’s not just tall and thin; he’s stretched across dimensions, a lanky specter of ego and mystery. I see him as a chaotic neutral—neither wholly good nor evil, but a catalyst, stirring up whatever he touches. His violin’s the key: it’s how he bends the world, from juries to mad hatters. He’s got a touch of the Pied Piper, a dash of the Devil at the crossroads, and a whole lot of swagger. Compared to Bill Hole, he’s less human, more elemental. Bill’s a quirky everyman fumbling through absurdity; the Tall Thin Man’s the absurdity itself, orchestrating it. I’d wager he’s what Bill might fear—or secretly admire.