Absurdism goes well with Peanut Butter

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By thndrhwk

Can you hear it? There is music buzzing at the edges of your expectations, and Millions die without that happy ending. Follow me, if you care to come and I will show you the three rules to a calm mind. First, that what you expect isn't what's gonna happen. Second that in the end, it all comes to dying; a compass leads to flipping coins on an empty stage. Which way's south again? And what was that third rule? Oh, yes. That destiny isn't worth much when you can tell a hawk from a handsaw. The fourth rule is quantum literature, so you can throw the other rules away, should you be so inclined. Depends on whether or not Schroedinger's cat is dead. I bet tails.

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March 17, 2008 07:58Blistered Rose

intriguing... it's a very 'in your face' kinda poem. i like it.

March 30, 2008 21:13thndrhwk

This poem, in case you can't tell, refers heavily to the play "Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead" by Tom Stoppard.