Vaguely poetic musings
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soc_puppetI hadn't actually been planning on posting anything particularly related to National Poetry Month, mostly because I've had other things on my mind (and partly because I'm at least a little horribly petty inside). Still, no one can see everything coming, and when I clicked through The Surrealist Compliment Generator this evening, I was simply inspired.
"You ever remind me of the enigma of postage not sent" is one I just got a few minutes ago, and it's part of the small percentage of compliments I could imagine using in real life. Or at least in fiction.
I mean, why -do- people buy stamps and then never use them? Aside from stamp collectors, that is. Since it's postage, one might even assume it's a letter that's been written, sealed, and addressed, and still not sent. What's the point there?
And the "You ever remind me of [...]". Taken with the other part, it says to me: You make me think of people who go so far as to almost take chances, almost complete tasks, and then, at the last minute, don't. You remind me that I wonder why people do that. You remind me of this because I think you are worth following through on. You make me think that not finishing the last step is nonsense, especially if it was for you.
Which, I suppose, takes some of the "surreal" out of it, but at least I know why I think it's romantic/pretty, now. Besides, there's always "When faced with scathing winds and torrents pouring forth stain, your mind thinks cleverly to the leprous angels found in all train crashes" to muse over.
How 'bout you guys?
"You ever remind me of the enigma of postage not sent" is one I just got a few minutes ago, and it's part of the small percentage of compliments I could imagine using in real life. Or at least in fiction.
I mean, why -do- people buy stamps and then never use them? Aside from stamp collectors, that is. Since it's postage, one might even assume it's a letter that's been written, sealed, and addressed, and still not sent. What's the point there?
And the "You ever remind me of [...]". Taken with the other part, it says to me: You make me think of people who go so far as to almost take chances, almost complete tasks, and then, at the last minute, don't. You remind me that I wonder why people do that. You remind me of this because I think you are worth following through on. You make me think that not finishing the last step is nonsense, especially if it was for you.
Which, I suppose, takes some of the "surreal" out of it, but at least I know why I think it's romantic/pretty, now. Besides, there's always "When faced with scathing winds and torrents pouring forth stain, your mind thinks cleverly to the leprous angels found in all train crashes" to muse over.
How 'bout you guys?
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Date: 2009-04-15 07:13 am (UTC)Which completely rocks, in a very surrealist way. On the other hand, though, I tried it again a few seconds later and got THIS one: "Your legs are like threads of cotton, though much thicker, and filled with weevils." Which is somehow just not quite as delightful.
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Date: 2009-04-15 02:18 pm (UTC)How 'bout: "Tribes of primitve hunters, with rhinestone codpieces rampant, should build pyra mids of Chevy engines covered in butterscotch syrup to exalt the diastolic, inef fable, scintillated and cacophonous salamander of truth which slimes and distracts from each and every orifice of your holy refrigerator, Sears be its brand"? Or: "You have the intrepid appeal of a carnivorous apple on its way to a pile of cadaveric stones"?
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Date: 2009-04-15 02:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-16 01:08 am (UTC)