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They say string theory is hanging on by a thread.
What did one needle say to the other?
"You be looking sharp!"
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Call me a worn-out sweater because Iβm hanging on by a thread.
Thatβs about to become a rope around my neck.
Why did the rapper become a tailor?
Because they wanted to drop some fresh THREADS.
Did you hear about the needle and thread shop?
Never mind, it was needle-ess.
Please stop using this thread. It is cancer.
In the realm of words, where thoughts take flight, A curious tale, strange as the night, Of Alex Fisher, with love so bizarre, For random Hitler lemons, bizarre but bizarre.
Free Verse, they say, this poem shall be, Unrestrained, unrhymed, flowing and free, Yet how to capture this perplexing love, For lemons and Hitler, soaring above?
Alex Fisher, a soul with peculiar taste, Finds joy in lemons with a sour embrace, And Hitler, a name that evokes dark pain, Inexplicably entwined, like wind and rain.
Randomness, the thread that weaves this tale, No logic, no reason, no rhyme to prevail, For who could fathom this peculiar love, Of lemons and Hitler, below and above?
Yet in the realm of words, where all is allowed, We explore the uncharted, the strange and the proud, And though this poem may bewilder and confuse, Let it remind us, acceptance we must choose.
For love knows no boundaries, no norms to abide, It transcends our expectations, with no need to hide, So let us embrace the quirks that make us unique, For in the tapestry of life, we find what we seek.
So here's to Alex Fisher, with love all their own, May they find happiness, wherever they've flown, In lemons and Hitler, a world so absurd, May their love be a reminder, that love has no words.
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MEMORIAL POST To the New Era,
The "Australians' Era," which ran from late 2021 into early 2023. The site operated differently back then. All the original members from that period have left now. We were a specific kind of immature, young crowd that was pretty active. We had a lot of community, both good and bad. It was a time of low-quality jokes, drama and high energy.
The community back then was a comple⦠Read more
... After the battle, masterless cattle ... Overlords hanging by a thread With a bit of bravado, maybe tomorrow We'll be atop the heap ... While the rest of Hell's pissing ... Alastor's missing ... Fled with his tail between his legs Nature abhors a power vacuum That leaves room for you and me The future of Hell belongs to the Vees
IN YOUTH'S TENDER BLOOM BY,SHAYLIE HAMILTON
In youth's tender bloom, we start to rise, Through days of innocence, under azure skies. With every step, a world anew we meet, As time unfurls its tapestry complete.
In childhood's grasp, we danced with glee, Through fields of dreams, wild and free. Each moment a treasure, each laughter a song, In the symphony of innocence, we belong.
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