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Dometi George
Member since July 3, 2022
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Tristantzarea
When we have the head, we also make the body, When we have the body, we lose our head Who else is Hecuba today when the actor disappears, Is the choir disappearing and only online is the setting? The king no longer receives chills, The future is opaque And the pawn falls, lamentably the bishop It masks mortals. We're shooting monkeys, our blind is pulled from the monkey. The light is twinkling, the switch is on And we go sledding, even though we have a cart. Boiling temple, odor absent, Lost taste on a turbulent lung, And the cough dances in my saliva With the same arrangement of cruel cage. Amnesia is good, because we forget Euterpe Although we are storks, we end up with some rags What wipes our spine In the clink of choral coins.
8/07/20
Dometi George’s timeline
- July 2023
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03 MonAnniversary
One year of membership
- July 2022
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03 SunReceived a critique
on Tristantzarea from @Rosewood Apothecary
"Seriously tho. I could read this a bunch of times and it could mean any number of things or nothing at all. I like how it forced me to read it again immediately. Great work, weird, but aren’t we all, nevertheless nice j…" -
03 SunReceived a critique
on Tristantzarea from @Geezer
"have guessed! I'm not sure that even esoteric fits the discription here. Even after the explanation of it being about the pandemic. This is the kind of work that needs, no, demands a deep explanation of just about every…" -
03 SunFirst publication
Tristantzarea
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03 SunPosted a poem
Tristantzarea
"When we have the head, we also make the body, When we have the body, we lose our head Who else is Hecuba today when the actor disappears, Is the choir disappearing and only online is the setting? The king no longer receives chills, The future is opaque And the pawn falls, lamentably the bishop It masks mortals. We're shooting monkeys, our blind is pulled from the monkey. The light is twinkling, the switch is on And we go sledding, even though we have a cart. Boiling temple, odor absent, Lost taste on a turbulent lung, And the cough dances in my saliva With the same arrangement of cruel cage. Amnesia is good, because we forget Euterpe Although we are storks, we end up with some rags What wipes our spine In the clink of choral coins." -
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About Me
About me
I don't know anything, I'm just a frivolous kid who has a ridiculous philosopher sleeping in his womb. I give wrong opinions and I am terribly sad, but so far in my life I have not done anything. I tie my head to words that don't weigh too much, it's better to be silent forever than to become a slut. I break the meaning of the verb that wants to scream in peace, my blind metaphor is without light, I gently mumble stammers about a cruel world full of mistakes. And who am I that I want to correct them with the word soaked in barren acid? The beauty of not seeing the ugly isn't sublime, so I should shut up.
Location: Romania, ROU
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