FALLEN ANGEL

keep going

Because I have over the years posted it on Xitter, but not on here, another poem by Archy the Cockroach. (He writes in lower case as he is jumping onto the typewriter keyboard head first in order to type, as in this illustration by George Herriman.)

warty bliggens, the toad

i met a toad

the other day by the name

of warty bliggens

he was sitting under

a toadstool

feeling contented

he explained that when the cosmos

was created

that toadstool was especially

planned for his personal

shelter from sun and rain

thought out and prepared

for him

do not tell me

said warty bliggens

that there is not a purpose

in the universe

the thought is blasphemy

a little more

conversation revealed

that warty bliggens

considers himself to be

the center of the said

universe

the earth exists

to grow toadstools for him

to sit under

the sun to give him light

by day and the moon

and wheeling constellations

to make beautiful

the night for the sake of

warty bliggens

to what act of yours

do you impute

this interest on the part

of the creator

of the universe

i asked him

why is it that you

are so greatly favored

ask rather

said warty bliggens

what the universe

has done to deserve me

--Don Marquis 1878-1937

--from Archy & Mehitabel

Dib had once again been caught by Zim while trying to stop his evil plans...and GIR wants to feed him a taco.

real genuine question / call for help can u reblog and put in the tags what helps you write for fun / for yourself / how do you connect with the joy of writing. it's brutal out here besties

pirates never been so silly

Shifty was faced with his worst nightmare; he was back in the hands of scientists. He turned into his mind for solace; remembering a past that had changed his life for the better.

a woman will be 28 or whatever and all the 24 year olds are in shock like “no fucking way I seriously couldn’t tell. you don’t look near death at all”