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[rayheinrich]

Free-Ranging Venerated, Creative Responses Deified

Here's a throwback you may have missed.

And miss it I did.
I liked the added injury of it having stolen a dream.
I liked esp:

Dark dichotomies are haunting me.
...
Bring her back you jealous monster
shrieking high-pitched commands:
dark enslaver, controlling our minds
with indigo eyes - oh Lord of Time.
...
I'll find the umbilical cord
and rip him from your bloody womb.
...

I'll bet there's enough of these poems running around loose out there
to form their own "dæmon alarm clock" genre.

Poor alarm clocks, a prime example of blaming the messenger.

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I got it from the last two lines. The first read was Why's he posting gory? The second was funny.

  I thank the gods for perceptive dæmons such as yourself; bless you.

What was funny was the vehemence with which you, and it seems True too, went at it.

Yes. I cut myself trying to pound my alarm off a few months ago. I wasn't trying to
destroy it, just turn it off (this sounds like one of those "I wasn't trying to kill him, just teach
him a lesson; I never really meant to pull the trigger." excuses you might hear from the witness stand).

The wound, BTW, wasn't that grievous and I've since "patched" up our relationship. I've put tape
over that sharp little alarm-puller-oner-pusher-offer-thingee. The clock is more than 50 years old,
the cheapest plastic one imaginable, and is a family heirloom that has been passed down for
untold (and largely forgotten) generations.