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fun with bibliomancy
real_pochacco
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I have the complete works of emily dickinson right here, and I want to do some bibliomancy. Ask a question, any question, and I'll respond with a line, a stanza, or a complete poem, as you wish.
I'll start:
When will I get laid?
Best Grief is Tongueless — before He'll tell —
Burn Him in the Public Square —
His Ashes — will
Possibly — if they refuse — How then know —
Since a Rack couldn't coax a syllable — now.
I'll start:
When will I get laid?
Best Grief is Tongueless — before He'll tell —
Burn Him in the Public Square —
His Ashes — will
Possibly — if they refuse — How then know —
Since a Rack couldn't coax a syllable — now.
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There’s triumph of the finer mind
When truth, affronted long,
Advances calm to her supreme,
Her God her only throng.
Someone should make an epic Wickerman maneuver.
Let my first Knowing be of thee
With morning's warming Light --
And my first Fearing, lest Unknowns
Engulf thee in the night --
Knowledge and/or fear makes a good breakfast
here's something that resembles her poems
hey why do you -- hi
man my -- dog is dead --
but it is not really why --
xylophone
Well it turns out she published them all because I have them all in this fucking book right heaaa.
When will the zombies come for your body?
Love is done when Love's begun,
Sages say,
But have Sages known?
Truth adjourn your Boon
Without Day.
What's bibliomancy?
I'm too lazy to Wiki it, even though I have this little Wiki toolbar right here.
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predicting the future by picking a random passage from a book
What is the thing with feathers?
how do I feel about Blade Runner?
Yeah.
In there, mine is the death of my dog.
The question at the beginning sets an inquisitive tone, implying that I have been questioning the subject of the death of my dog. The greeting is a play on the false formalities associated with the death of a loved one, such as family pet, and its similarities to the fake way in which we greet everyone we come into contact with cheerfully.
Line 3 demonstrates the uncertainty prevalent throughout not only the world and its meanings, but also the afterlife.
Xylophone was just to make it have a word that started with "X" in it.
We see -- Comparatively --
The Thing so towering high
We could not grasp its segment
Unaided -- Yesterday --
Air has no Residence, no Neighbor,
No Ear, no Door,
No Apprehension of Another
Oh, Happy Air!
Indeed.
:v: Fail.
Hope. Hope is the thing with feathers.
Also, Dorothy Parker's short verse is pretty much the best. Dickinson can suck it.
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That I did always love
I bring thee Proof
That till I loved
I never lived -- Enough --
youd be at a bar about to pay saying
'hey quick do you want another drink theyre about to close'
and shed be all
There’s triumph of the finer mind
When truth, affronted long,
Advances calm to her supreme,
Her God her only throng.
because she probably only speaks in riddles
and you will be angry and saying 'its a bloody yes or no question you cryptic fucking bitch. how did i not shoot myself in the time i have spent with you here already. and look now they are closed so im getting the fuck out of here before i sober up in your company'
yeah well she wasn't really arounddd people much, because she was a recluse and spent almost all her time locked in her room
HEY MAYBE THAT'S WHY SHE NEVER WENT OUTSIDE AND HAD NO FRIENDS
She only speaks in riddles
Leave reason at the door
All her rhymes and silliness
Will really start to bore,
Because they have no punchline
Indeed, they have no core
And so one could call Dickinson
A no-good ninny wh-
xylophone
This made me chortle.
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She should have waited to be born until WoW came out.
Of course then we would have to deal with crap like:
my undead rogue is never seen,
silent -- ganks with blade unlclean
i need more loot -- my pockets toot --
raids make no bathroom stops
I lol'd.
Than Heaven more remote,
For Heaven is the root,
But these the flitted seed,
More flown indeed
Than ones that never were,
Or those that hide, and are.