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The Wild Robot is a wonderful adventure for the whole family. It will make you laugh. It will make you cry. It will make you question how dark your humor can be, especially when watching an animated movie mostly targeted at kids.
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Geeks
The deviled eggs on my legs smell Of the half-elves from hell that have sprung from their shell To quell the chaos between summer and Christmas
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Smells of sensual sensationalism surrounding my nose Tingling tastes of your embrace as my lips lock with yours Hearing the hum and pitter patter as your heart beats faster
I heard today The universe is an infinite garden of forking paths I sat and thought about that How it sums it all up so well
I am no man I am a compendium of cryptids I can barely see my watch From all the hair I got from the Squatch Give me a pan
My eyes hear what my ears refuse to taste As my tongue reaches out to touch a hidden place My nose sees the memories that my eyes are blind to
Hey Whatever you think about me It’s true Because that is the version that’s real to you No matter what I say Will dissuade what you think of me
Time to pay the toll With your fragile soul Life unwinding like a scroll Why do I think in rhyme Sometimes It’s all that comes to mind
Can’t sleep Oh what a fright To be up in the middle of the night Without the slightest tingling A little sensation Of sleepiness
This is an exploration of a phenomenon that so far eludes logical or scientific explanation. However, déjà vu appears to be common enough that many report experiencing it in some form or another in their lifetime.
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in FYI
I need to get my act together When I met her It was like pulling a lever My brain was prehacked before we met I didn't know what to do
Oh god I’m trying to be clever What rhymes with September? Denver? All have is intrusive thoughts That I write down and pass off as poems
