Lies With Our HandsThey say, oh dove, that love is chanceLies With Our Hands1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That we as people forever dance,
Upon the air, about the walls
Down around neighbor's halls
A two-for-two, tit for tat
Self-loathing culminating, percolating, in a lover's spat
Lust is impure, heady but vile
Whilst virtuous victims cry as the crocodile
Forsooth, my lamb, what shall it bring
If we did not dance and sing?
Wherefore are our manners, our scruples, our thinking abode?
People will ask "What awaits down the road?"
It seems to me quite clear
It is not for us they fear
For in that doubt lies doubtful clout
In what we should be to them
The UNreal autistic teenagerHello, and welcome to the mind of Jester-of-the-Clown.The UNreal autistic teenager5 years ago in Scraps More Like This
This is a short view of my mind, and a guide to where my profile lies.
Yes, I am an autistic deviant.
It's not like I have two heads...
Generally, this is where the self-absorbed author (autistic or otherwise) starts his long and melancholy statement of himself, his life, or other melancholy statements.
And trust me: I am not going to be melancholy.
Or maybe even... QUEER...
In all basics, I'm pretty normal your everyday sociopath.
And yes, thar weel b BEIG WURDS!! WAL SPAELT, TU!!
I love phonetic humor.