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<eventtime>2015-12-06 02:14:00</eventtime>
<logtime>2015-12-06 07:15:01</logtime>
<subject>Shadows and Magic</subject>
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<p dir="ltr">By Emmit Other</p><p dir="ltr">I love Terminus<br>I love the people here <br>Most of all<br>That quirky creative <br>Gives no fucks<br>Gossamer Latimer<br>Hardscrabble togetherness<br>Teetering on the edge<br>And pulling each other back<br>From the abyss <br>Time and again.<br>I love the buildings<br>I love the optimism <br>Despite being surrounded <br>By the nine layers of hell<br>Or rather the inhabitants thereof<br>Terminus is a wonder <br>But she is not mine <br>I am not from here<br>And will never be from here<br>Despite a score of years <br>I am<br>I was<br>I will be<br>A shadow and a witness <br>That is all</p><p dir="ltr">Now I glide in the city of Magic<br>The sun shines. <br>The seas rises.<br>The people<br>They are warm<br>But honk in traffic<br>At the drop of a hat <br>Hurricanes coming <br>Literal<br>And metaporical<br>A city of exiles<br>Who must reconcile <br>An open homeland<br>That had not surrendered <br>And will never surrender<br>But that offers opportunity <br>Just not the reconciliation of yesteryear<br>So many of them will not let it go<br>So a hurricane will pound<br>As others around them rush in<br>And Miami is the eye<br>Here I am a ghost<br>Not a shadow<br>I have done nothing <br>And spoken to no one<br>But in a city of Magic<br>A ghost is still more at home <br>For there are those who can talk to the dead<br>Something coming <br>As much a home as any<br>We shall see<br>What we shall see.</p>
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<itemid>166558</itemid>
<eventtime>2015-12-06 09:15:00</eventtime>
<logtime>2015-12-06 14:15:23</logtime>
<subject>The Babe Ruth Effect</subject>
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<p dir="ltr">By Emmit Other</p><p dir="ltr">A cacophony of we<br>Voices in my head<br>Real, surreal and fictional<br>All shape the story <br>That is my life<br>Everyone has a secret spindle<br>A thing that pushes them harder<br>Harder than anything else<br>I want to be very good at what I do<br>Exceptional<br>And I dabble in a dozen fields of mediocrity <br>Adequate <br>Not bad<br>The occasional flash of brilliance <br>Not necessarily the brilliance <br>I consider brilliance <br>But happenstance <br>In a play of words<br>Stumbled upon<br>Due to my drastic esoteric exploration <br>In the strangest corners of the id<br>But I try every medium I can<br>Hoping to go from adequate left fielder<br>To epic batter<br>Even if that might be<br>In underwater basket weaving. <br>Swing on myself<br>Swing on.</p>
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<itemid>166804</itemid>
<eventtime>2015-12-13 12:42:00</eventtime>
<logtime>2015-12-13 17:42:14</logtime>
<subject>The Toucher</subject>
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<p dir="ltr">Emmit Other</p><p dir="ltr">(Note: This is part of the continuing Leauge of Christmas Darkness poems)</p><p dir="ltr">I was one of the first.<br>The first they watched <br>Watching <br>Judging their silent disgusting judgement<br>Doing nothing better<br>By pathetic psyops on children<br>Santa at least had the decency <br>To keep invisible <br>He wasn't always sitting there <br>Looking down on us<br>Beady disgusting little eyes<br>Matching the perfect red of its demonic little suit<br>They only moved at night<br>And if anyone touched them during the day<br>They couldn't return to santa<br>At least with the queens guards<br>You could get almost in their faces.<br>Not these bastards<br>Up on a shelf<br>Better hope to God they liked you<br>Else you were fucked<br>Christmas wad over.<br>But also seriously <br>How fucking evil was Santa<br>Making it so easy for them to lose?<br>I accidentally bumped into one<br>When I was only 13<br>Too old to believe <br>But not old to be judged<br>No presents that year<br>So now I spread the joy<br>I sneak into your house<br>I don't steal anything <br>I just extend my pointer<br>And flick the top of that dorky little hat<br>Just before they come to life<br>And move to another shelf<br>I steal their Christmas magic <br>And I have quite the collection <br>Chains of crying little elf souls<br>Dangling behind me like Marley<br>But to me<br>They are a badge of honor <br>Judge not <br>Lest you have your magic stolen<br>Assholes.<br>Merry fucking Christmas. </p>
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<itemid>166987</itemid>
<eventtime>2015-12-24 19:46:00</eventtime>
<logtime>2015-12-25 01:46:42</logtime>
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<itemid>167365</itemid>
<eventtime>2015-12-30 23:12:00</eventtime>
<logtime>2015-12-31 04:12:20</logtime>
<subject>A poem</subject>
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<p dir="ltr">The Last Chance at Unjust Deserts</p><p dir="ltr">By Emmit Other</p><p dir="ltr">They wrung their hands<br>In angstful glee<br>Bulbous candles dribbling <br>Of was made of ground bone<br>And the succulent fat of long pork<br>Foretold through acrimious smoke<br>That the trmpest whirlwind from the west<br>The slinger who had spun their power <br>To a metaphysical gtave<br>As a new order swept on rising tides<br>Then spurring south<br>Seemingly gone forever <br>But now their chance<br>Knowing by morbid prophecy <br>The exact time and place<br>Of a final window at unjust justice. </p><p dir="ltr">Watch that spot<br>They told themselves <br>He will be here any second<br>What's that?<br>Oh.<br>Dishrag.<br>Chewtoy.<br>So fun to fuck with chew toy..<br>Ah.<br>Memories. </p><p dir="ltr">He had to have come. <br>Such candlelit portents <br>Were never wrong <br>Never!</p><p dir="ltr">The bell tolls dawn<br>The sun rises<br>The society of awesome <br>At the doors of the unholy threshold <br>Crossing over<br>All at once <br>In one shared dream<br>Crumbling the datk tower</p><p dir="ltr">Slings the slinger South</p>
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