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Shakespeare's Monkeys

Infinite Monkeys. Infinite Typewriters.

June 12, 2025  

More in Early Bytes: 1982-2003

Nameless

I stand outside your door, listening to your thoughts. The seething cauldron of your mind, meshed, melded as one with mine. I push through the barrier, sensing your nervous twitch, tasting the bile as it rises. You open up, accepting, knowing the consequences, yet not caring. All this in a glimpse.

© 1999, Mosquitobyte

Mosquitobyte - on Dec. 6 2007
Hmmm, "message posted"....but no message.....how very odd...
Anstey - on Dec. 6 2007
This is interesting to me. I'm curious if the lack of line-breaks is due to formatting error of site or a conscious author choie? I actually like it.
Mosquitobyte - on Dec. 7 2007
I've always been very aware of persentation, oft my poems appear crass purely because of the way I present them, part of my little (and long running) joke.
Leanne - on Dec. 7 2007
I don't know how clever you are with your text presentation and such... but you know, I can picture this in a spiral form.  Maybe I need more whisky though.
Mosquitobyte - on Dec. 7 2007
*hands over a bottle of Glenn Fiddich*
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