Wrought
There's a molten forge
in each of our bellies
where smithies rail
on singing strips
of bone and conviction,
pouring viscous ladles of glowing
amber notions into pan form casts.
There, they cool into belief to be
wielded on the fatty pink hills of the cortex.
Soon sanity will be restored. We'll returning home on Tuesday, just in time for the Panto to go nuclear. Strap on in for this puppy, it's going to be bumpy.
Today's Drawing (inspired by the word "Bromide" from MW's word of the day. It's a chemical compound, but it can also mean a commonplace/tiresome person or idea.)
Today's "365" Project (Make a flag of some kind. I made a flag for a robot army I made up. They would have colors in the flag if they felt they were important. Which they don't.)
"The Cybernetic Amalgam's ID Banner"
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There's a molten forge
in each of our bellies
where smithies rail
on singing strips
of bone and conviction,
pouring viscous ladles of glowing
amber notions into pan form casts.
There, they cool into belief to be
wielded on the fatty pink hills of the cortex.
Soon sanity will be restored. We'll returning home on Tuesday, just in time for the Panto to go nuclear. Strap on in for this puppy, it's going to be bumpy.
Haiku of the Day:
Headstrong little boy
snowball in hand, fire in eyes
charges his sister
Today's Drawing (inspired by the word "Bromide" from MW's word of the day. It's a chemical compound, but it can also mean a commonplace/tiresome person or idea.)
"The Cybernetic Amalgam's ID Banner"
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