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Tasting notes for autistics A full bodied smile is satisfying and has deep flavours In time you too can learn to read a coffee’s face You will learn to tell which brews are fruity and which are angry with you Some people are much better at this than others We call these people sommeliers and they rule the world There are many kinds of sommeliers and most are much larger than you are You cannot be like them You should be like them A full bodied friend pairs well with cheese When you pour milk on your friends it will lower the bitter notes but they may not appreciate it It is important to learn to taste your friends People will not tell you they are barrel aged with floral notes You must figure this out yourself Look at their lips and eyebrows and shoulders That is how you know which way to prepare the beans You must not serve a full bodied conversation, it will make people sick A light bodied conversation is considered rude by at least three sources You must always prepare a medium bodied conversation And you must serve it in the right style of cup And at the right temperature You will know the taste of a medium bodied conversation When strangers clap for you at the opera A full bodied emotion has two sugars, some cream, and a face You may think this face is just a figure of speech It is not Everyone else can see this face The milk sings to them They ask the face how its day is going You do not ask the face anything But you drink it anyway
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Fear and Fancy At night while lying in my bed The day’s distractions flown and fled You prance unbidden in my head My Belle Dame Sans, my death Your spindly fingers play a tune That gnaws at me with grating gloom Yet bids me flutter, flit and swoon You sing it with my breath In the gap twixt sleep and wake Your spell on me begins to take Your truth upon me freshly breaks My fate, my future, death Before me all my paths are laid And as I go to bed each day The roads not taken fall and fade To nothing in your hands As I lose the roads forsaken My solace is the paths I’ve taken Perhaps still there when I awaken Down another grain of sand I want to burn your truth and fake it I want to scream I want to break it I’ll run from you but never make it We run together, holding hands When all the roads get too drat much I fantasise I’m in your clutch You’re so close we can almost touch And you’re ready to embrace me I can’t say I understand How you can fill my heart with sand While holding out a tempting hand A hand ready to take me So I might fight till my cessation And I might beg for scant salvation Or I might come in supplication And lean in as you embrace me
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Soldier Boys Great wars were fought before I lived And of them I’ve been told Boys sent to die for others’ ends At seventeen years old The world burned once The world burned twice And then the wars got cold In school we read of blood and mud The blind leading the bold I know there’s conflicts raging still Sometimes they’re on the news I’ve heard of kids at ten years old Fighting fueled on drugs and booze I’ve heard the shocked and angry cries About children much misused But when fighting’s done, and they’re still young I’ve heard the silence too The kids who live they go back home With memories of war Back to families who struggle Back to prospects that are poor So when the private armies come And ask if they want more With choices few, the war will do On they march to their encore And still these kids they go to fight In places far away Soldiers in wars not their own Seventeen if they’re a day Follow merchant lords of slaughter For mediocre pay Pawns unmourned in wars we scorn They die young just the same
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 Welcome, Sailors, to the Shanty Showdown A sea shanty is a song sung during work at sea to keep people synchronized during manual tasks. Also they sound cool and fun and good However I am going to broaden it out a little bit: 1. Your shanty should, roughly speaking, involve work and travel, but it doesn't have to be a sea shanty. You can write a migrating buffalo shanty or a space train shanty or a tectonic plates shanty. You can 100% just write a sea shanty, sea shanties are great. 2. You can use as your title, or add in addition to your title, a description of the place and purpose of your shanty. This is because I want to understand your piece in setting/context you are placing it and a work song probably isn't going to have an introductory paragraph in it. Don't abuse this to add a whole backstory, just like "a shanty for migrating buffalo" or whatever 3. If you want a flash rule, I'll just give you the description of your shanty for you. Request at your own risk. 4. There are no form or length requirements, but I'm going to be looking for something that sounds good to read out loud. You don't have to make a tune - you can just write the words for an unspecified song, a call and answer piece, a chant, or any poetic form you want - but sounding good when spoken or sung aloud is the key. It should PUMP ME UP 5. Strictly speaking shanties are work songs that help with rhythmic tasks, but I will be relatively lenient here (so long as your piece is cool and good) so don't get too caught up on this part. If it makes sense for people to sing during or after working then it's fine, so like a warning piece/piece about tasks/piece about an event or identity are all good If you want some examples for inspiration I would recommend looking up the Wellington Sea Shanty society for more traditional sea shanties (or play AC black flag I guess), otherwise songs like Dawson's Christian would also work for a more spacey interpretation. There are loads of cool shanties out there. Deadline: 11:59 Wednesday 25th March Pst Bosun and her bosun's mates 1. arbitraryfairy 2. cptn_dr Drunken Sailors 1. ...you?
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