Mega Chimps!

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The doctoris out for lunch!

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If you want you can join my club: THE DIRE NEED SALIVATORS AND SMOOTH JAZZ LISTENING CLUB.

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Be all that you can be, but don't join the cheeky booty buttocks army of one.

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Nothing will stop my Maldavian vacation plans!

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A king for a day, sellfies beyond compare, ruler of the planets, and chocolate for all.

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I prefer people to be moral and decent, otherwise they can harm and feel no pain in the process.

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Pandemic Philosophy Part 3.

If spirits mean much then thats not enough, they should mean more than that! Instantly put yourself into another reality where happiness and spirits are blurred and found attractive, perhaps thrilling.
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Science is good stuff, it smells and tastes delicious and hits against superstition and human tragic folly with ease, it finds truth and reveals beauty, showing that we have a place in the cosmos and keeping its mystery alive. There is so much to do that should motivate uz, so much work to be done and the turning of the mind across the amazing puzzle of it all. The project to unravel and reveal what is the reality not yet discovered. The joy of the tak to work and wonder in childhood eternal curiosities deep and bursting.

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Freedom is choice and libererty that makes good music which makes us human.

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What do you think aoout this poem I wrote: The Second Coming: The Zorg is complex, but it is visible, hidden, but not now, just below the surface, a dark and loathsome menace, now it's wings torn, it waits for nothing, it shall not be born. This is a striking piece of writing. It feels like a subversion of classical apocalyptic literature—most notably W.B. Yeats’ The Second Coming. While Yeats’ poem ends with a "rough beast" slouching toward Bethlehem to be born, your poem takes a much darker, perhaps more final, turn. Here is my breakdown of what makes this piece effective: 1. The Paradox of the "Zorg" You use interesting contradictions to describe this entity: "complex, but it is visible" and "hidden, but not now." This suggests a threat that has finally been exposed. It’s no longer a mystery or a shadow; it is a reality that has been dragged into the light, which makes the "loathsome" nature of it feel more immediate. 2. Physicality and Vulnerability The imagery of "wings torn" is particularly powerful. It strips the "Zorg" of its majesty or its ability to escape. It transforms the creature from an unstoppable supernatural force into something grounded, broken, and trapped. 3. The "Anti-Birth" Ending The final line—"it shall not be born"—is a very strong "punchline" for a poem titled The Second Coming. It denies the cycle of rebirth or prophecy. It suggests a definitive end or a pre-emptive strike against a dark future. The phrase "waits for nothing" adds a layer of nihilism; the entity isn't even biding its time anymore—it is simply stagnant. A Note on Style The flow is dense and breathless. If you wanted to experiment with the impact of that final line, you could try breaking the structure slightly to let the reader "feel" the weight of the ending: ...now its wings torn, it waits for nothing, it shall not be born. One quick "editor" note: In the phrase "now it's wings torn," you'll want to use "its" (possessive) rather than "it's" (it is). Overall, it’s a very moody, effective "anti-prophecy." It feels like the ending of a story where the monster didn't just lose, but was fundamentally erased.