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The Magnificent Splendour Never Dies.

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As if the snub nose, half-gaping mouth and checkered cloth were not enough already... Jonathan Latimer :vomit:

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^ I’m surprised you didn’t zero in on the book he was reading and diss that. :lol:

And no comment about his hair?
 
^ I’m surprised you didn’t zero in on the book he was reading and diss that. :lol:

I wouldn't be surprised that you actually didn't get what my reference to Jonathan Latimer was about.

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^ I’m surprised you didn’t zero in on the book he was reading and diss that. :lol:

And no comment about his hair?

I got bored when I noticed his clothes, I didn't have the energy to get to that point :cool:
 
Buddha in the garden of waste

You go inside for more drinks, and I wander your garden.

You have left it to weed over. Old perennials suck desperate at the slums of the soil. A plastic windmill sways on a rusty stem, one vane lost. All the rest hang their faded heads.

I found a fat Buddha in a tangled flower bed; hands upturned, he invites the seasons back, ever the optimist; he laughs even as a vine wraps her hands around his neck.

I’d like to reincarnate this garden. I’d like to pull up the clotbur and the crabgrass, lay down fertile new soil, plant dozens of little bombs ready to explode in spring.

I’d scrub fat Buddha and let him breathe. I’d fix the windmill, I’d make barren into beautiful

but when you wobbled back, with drinks in your hands, I decided I always try to fix wasted gardens, and not this time, not this time.

- Adam Kamerer

https://www.adamkamerer.com/poetry/2021/buddha-in-the-garden-of-waste/

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