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Collision clouds are gathering, as a contest entry

Contest Entry "Collision?" "oh, I believe it's inevitable now" with that the professor, stood up, and bowing once, swiftly left the stage completely ignoring the repeated, almost anguished... calls for him to stay Round # 15: The Word is “Our epoch is a time of tragic collision between matter and spirit and of the downfall of the purely material world view.” Wassily Kandinsky the epoch outlasted the speaker, and may well outlast this writer too. this post is to compete in the creativity contest 1st edition round # 15 and to compete...

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Newton’s Nightly Nooky

Poetry dice source the contest post late, late, out driving late leaning on my learner's plate the eye in the sky "can't be looking for me mate" skin like ice ""we're not on the sly" but that's always a roll of the dice in a hidden police state hanging on every clock face's words Old Sir Newton swings from that tree if you ain't got that swing you can't feel that thing bet he can't feel, can't feel his feet can't really feel them put himself into their shoes sees apple looking sweet sees ground hard will meet scales tilted towards the right and brains leaving the left exodus sweet...

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Danger, experiments in AI conducted on unsuspecting viewers

dangerous liaisons experiments in time light the corners of my eyes, shifting coloured sands mount the passage of my life stupid colour combos mark the limits of my skills wasted time in danger always son of the cheap thrills (mothers of invention) yeah (right on brother) getting them so easy at the one low price of spills but all that time spent lolling could have been spent on making my me I me myself me me myself and I more employable lol me meme me meme me meme me meme me meme me meme me don't stop scrolling baby or better yet scroll and then stop and yon scroll on rinse...

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