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Re: From the handcuffs thread: Really bad Poetry
« Reply #15 on: March 20, 2012, 12:03:01 am »
A cloud is passing over
that mountain over there.
Not the whole range,
just that one mountain.
Not the whole thing,
just the top half.

It must be a small cloud.
I weep for its tinyness.
If someone does the Fine, youre right, Im clearly a terrible person, Im Satan, Im the worst person alive, I should just die thing in response to criticism of their harmful behavior, they are trying to manipulate people and flip the situation around so that they look like a victim.

As a neuroscientist I have to disagree with the perception that anyone is doing mathematical modeling of cognitive intelligence, yet; intelligence as an economist defines it, yes, but economists are worlds away from actual cognition.


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Re: From the handcuffs thread: Really bad Poetry
« Reply #16 on: March 20, 2012, 12:04:02 am »
Laying limp in her crate beside a bowl of mash
feathers never to ruffle again, nor a cheep to utter
the little brown pullet has given her last breath
a hen never to be, nor a single egg ever laid.

O hen! Hen that would have been, henhood lost!
Her valiant struggles to overcome the poison
in vain, in vain, alas, in vain, for in surviving
the marauding raccoon, she caught cold.

She lies so still, a once-glossy Buff Orpington
dulled by defeat, silenced by the cold hand
of wicked fate. No more cheep-cheep-cheep
to ring out across the kitchen tiles, not even

a single cluck to utter from her tired corpse.

:(  Poor chicken.
If someone does the Fine, youre right, Im clearly a terrible person, Im Satan, Im the worst person alive, I should just die thing in response to criticism of their harmful behavior, they are trying to manipulate people and flip the situation around so that they look like a victim.

As a neuroscientist I have to disagree with the perception that anyone is doing mathematical modeling of cognitive intelligence, yet; intelligence as an economist defines it, yes, but economists are worlds away from actual cognition.


Although it is outside the purview of this organization to offer personal advice, we can say -- without assuming any liability -- that previous experience indicates (and recent market studies corroborate) that given the present condition of the marketplace, continuing with your present course of action is likely to result in substantial in

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Re: From the handcuffs thread: Really bad Poetry
« Reply #17 on: March 20, 2012, 12:05:21 am »
Laying limp in her crate beside a bowl of mash
feathers never to ruffle again, nor a cheep to utter
the little brown pullet has given her last breath
a hen never to be, nor a single egg ever laid.

O hen! Hen that would have been, henhood lost!
Her valiant struggles to overcome the poison
in vain, in vain, alas, in vain, for in surviving
the marauding raccoon, she caught cold.

She lies so still, a once-glossy Buff Orpington
dulled by defeat, silenced by the cold hand
of wicked fate. No more cheep-cheep-cheep
to ring out across the kitchen tiles, not even

a single cluck to utter from her tired corpse.

:(  Poor chicken.

Yeah, that bums me out.

It also bums me out that people are always having me "take care" of their dying pets. I'm like the Grim Reaper.
Im guessing it was January 2007, a meeting in Bethesda, we got a bag of bees and just started smashing them on the desk, Charles Wick said. It was very complicated.


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Re: From the handcuffs thread: Really bad Poetry
« Reply #18 on: March 20, 2012, 12:05:38 am »
A cloud is passing over
that mountain over there.
Not the whole range,
just that one mountain.
Not the whole thing,
just the top half.

It must be a small cloud.
I weep for its tinyness.

 :lulz:
Im guessing it was January 2007, a meeting in Bethesda, we got a bag of bees and just started smashing them on the desk, Charles Wick said. It was very complicated.


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Re: From the handcuffs thread: Really bad Poetry
« Reply #19 on: March 20, 2012, 12:06:27 am »
Laying limp in her crate beside a bowl of mash
feathers never to ruffle again, nor a cheep to utter
the little brown pullet has given her last breath
a hen never to be, nor a single egg ever laid.

O hen! Hen that would have been, henhood lost!
Her valiant struggles to overcome the poison
in vain, in vain, alas, in vain, for in surviving
the marauding raccoon, she caught cold.

She lies so still, a once-glossy Buff Orpington
dulled by defeat, silenced by the cold hand
of wicked fate. No more cheep-cheep-cheep
to ring out across the kitchen tiles, not even

a single cluck to utter from her tired corpse.

BRAVO!

See here, this pullet, this thing upon my plate
It may well have been the Einstien of its species
But we shall never know
Because we never learned to speak chicken

What symphonies it may have created
What learned papers it may have published
If only we humans had not
hogged up all the intelligence

I cry for the lost genius of this chicken
I cry for its siblings and mother
As I reach across the table
For the salt and pepper.

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Re: From the handcuffs thread: Really bad Poetry
« Reply #20 on: March 20, 2012, 12:11:35 am »
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If someone does the Fine, youre right, Im clearly a terrible person, Im Satan, Im the worst person alive, I should just die thing in response to criticism of their harmful behavior, they are trying to manipulate people and flip the situation around so that they look like a victim.

As a neuroscientist I have to disagree with the perception that anyone is doing mathematical modeling of cognitive intelligence, yet; intelligence as an economist defines it, yes, but economists are worlds away from actual cognition.


Although it is outside the purview of this organization to offer personal advice, we can say -- without assuming any liability -- that previous experience indicates (and recent market studies corroborate) that given the present condition of the marketplace, continuing with your present course of action is likely to result in substantial in

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Re: From the handcuffs thread: Really bad Poetry
« Reply #21 on: March 20, 2012, 12:42:51 am »
Hark! A siren! Oh sweet wail
passing by my street at 60mph
in a 30 zone, racing up Fremont
in hot pursuit of a drunk, or
perhaps of a single mom.

Justice, shine! SHINE ON!
The brave men in uniform
enforcing PEACE and doughnuts
and occasionally shooting
crazy old ladies in grocery stores.

Turn on those flashing lights
red-blue-red-blue, GO GO GO
rush to  the scene of the crime.
Surely you have a black guy
to beat up, right coppers? Eh?
Im guessing it was January 2007, a meeting in Bethesda, we got a bag of bees and just started smashing them on the desk, Charles Wick said. It was very complicated.


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Re: From the handcuffs thread: Really bad Poetry
« Reply #22 on: March 20, 2012, 12:43:58 am »
Here it is almost six
the first few days of
Spring break.

I hardly know what
to do with myself.
I need a beer.

Im guessing it was January 2007, a meeting in Bethesda, we got a bag of bees and just started smashing them on the desk, Charles Wick said. It was very complicated.


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Re: From the handcuffs thread: Really bad Poetry
« Reply #23 on: March 20, 2012, 12:44:56 am »
Hark! A siren! Oh sweet wail
passing by my street at 60mph
in a 30 zone, racing up Fremont
in hot pursuit of a drunk, or
perhaps of a single mom.

Justice, shine! SHINE ON!
The brave men in uniform
enforcing PEACE and doughnuts
and occasionally shooting
crazy old ladies in grocery stores.

Turn on those flashing lights
red-blue-red-blue, GO GO GO
rush to  the scene of the crime.
Surely you have a black guy
to beat up, right coppers? Eh?

I want to have your babies.   :lulz:

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Re: From the handcuffs thread: Really bad Poetry
« Reply #24 on: March 20, 2012, 01:00:22 am »
Oh ye of little faith!
Come hither, my lads
touch my elbow
They have pads

Believe ye me not?
Then ye shall forever burn
like a roasted chestnut
in a well-used urn.
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Re: From the handcuffs thread: Really bad Poetry
« Reply #25 on: March 20, 2012, 01:28:26 am »
Hark! A siren! Oh sweet wail
passing by my street at 60mph
in a 30 zone, racing up Fremont
in hot pursuit of a drunk, or
perhaps of a single mom.

Justice, shine! SHINE ON!
The brave men in uniform
enforcing PEACE and doughnuts
and occasionally shooting
crazy old ladies in grocery stores.

Turn on those flashing lights
red-blue-red-blue, GO GO GO
rush to  the scene of the crime.
Surely you have a black guy
to beat up, right coppers? Eh?

I want to have your babies.   :lulz:

:thanks:
Im guessing it was January 2007, a meeting in Bethesda, we got a bag of bees and just started smashing them on the desk, Charles Wick said. It was very complicated.


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Re: From the handcuffs thread: Really bad Poetry
« Reply #26 on: March 20, 2012, 01:40:49 am »
Roses are red
Grass is green
I'm gonna smack you
Just like Charlie Sheen
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Re: From the handcuffs thread: Really bad Poetry
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Re: From the handcuffs thread: Really bad Poetry
« Reply #28 on: March 20, 2012, 01:47:35 am »
Roses are red
Grass is green
I'm gonna smack you
Just like Charlie Sheen

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Im guessing it was January 2007, a meeting in Bethesda, we got a bag of bees and just started smashing them on the desk, Charles Wick said. It was very complicated.


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Re: From the handcuffs thread: Really bad Poetry
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