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Overloading the Machine
How Solemn!
one stone is turned under
moss grows rolling sing sly
and the family knows
mum's the word, shush is the flower
too rain wet to tell
two ways around
the Beside are
aside, "in the lobby, 'ist' is an insult"
and seaside, "don't bury your brother"
as a whole,
people seem to like parts
and troubling between them;
the middle way
is way up there
where some sandy signs lean.
Delores breezed along the surface of her life like a flat stone forever
skipping along smooth water, rippling reality sporadically but oblivious
to it consistently, until she finally lost momentum, sank, and due to an
overdose of flouride as a child which caused her to suffer from chronic
apathy, doomed herself to lie forever on the floor of her life as useless
as an appendix and as lonely as a five-hundred pound barbell in a
steroid-free fitness center.
-- Winning sentence, 1990 Bulwer-Lytton bad fiction contest.
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