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poglnotes: “Tin Man” I think I had a thought, but the more I thunk, a thought it was not. So I took a broom to that rumored room of ruminations to knock down all the cobwebs left by those evil empty thoughts; I think, I thunk, I thought. And then I sat down on this stump to reflect of these things I think I thought and thunk and thunk and thunk. In contemplation of these agitations I realized it was not from up top, that was causing this mess of thoughts. In retrospection on invention of those evil thoughts, it seems emotive motives of emotions were at the core of my faults. Causing this bump to pound in my chest; thump, thump, thump and jumble up those thoughts I think I thunk. It was spells from hell being cast upon my heart by that gal. SHE was making all those nasty thoughts; “I Love You’s, I Love You Knot and other what nots”. So I got my axe to show that empty pounding mass who was boss, once and for all. I swing, swang and swung until there was nothing more to chop. Carving those pesky affections out one by one, until there were none. And when I sat back down to rest, well that’s when I noticed the shape of her hands made a hole in my chest. For all the thoughts I think I thought I had thought were poured out into her arms, only to be laughed at and torn apart. In speculation of this meditation I could only deduce…what is love, but a broken heart? (Or “After all, love is nothing but a broken heart?). But all that did was push those sinister thoughts down to my chest, into my heart. So I got my ax to chop out the thoughts I thunk once and for all. “Scarecrow”As I walked and walked and thought and thought one day, these feelings started throbbing in my chest.So I found a most useful use for this scythe and began to clean out all the pathetic things from that vaulted tomb. Once I was done I purified that blank space and filled it with straw to replace the things I think I thunk I thought I felt, and continued on my walk.While further I walked, I noticed a fire kindling in this straw chest. Stuck in this field, with no way out. I jumped up on a stump to take a rest, and try to put it out.But in all the silence only butterfly screams bled inside my head, while I think I thunk I thought. Then those thoughts trickled down to my straw heart. The only sensible thing to conclude was the absurd feelings of blue, causing all the pain in that chest were coming from the things I thought to think from up top. And not that stupid beating box.Then the dream began again and I realized it was her making those lovesick feelings ruin my thoughts. Passion, compassion, empathy and all the rest made the erratic and sporadic pulses of pain between these breasts.That’s when I had this most brilliant plan to make it all stop, I asked the crows if they could help by picking all the grey matter out. I convulsed with laughter (or cachinnated?) as they ate and ate. Finally all those evil thoughts were starting to make the feelings stop.And when they were done, there was nothing left but the scars and impressions from her perfect lips… -- source link
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