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ChemicallyEnhanced
Bluelighter
Some gems from Philomena Cunk:
"1 in 20 people has been a victim of crime. Which means 19 in 20 people are criminals. No wonder we need police"
"Henry VIII had six wives, all named Catherine. He was a Catherineoholic. Or "Catholic" for short"
[on Pompeii] "Thanks to the volcanic eruptions, we know that every day Romans had grey skin and were totally bald and spent their times lying around in their shockingly dusty homes"
[on the painting of The Last Supper] "Just look at this picture of Jesus at his faithful tea party...the dimensions are all wrong: Jesus is twice as big as all the others, so it looks like he's enjoying an intimate dinner with a bunch of schoolboys. Not a good look."
[on America's war of independance] "Eventually, Washington won the war and became America's first president: the world's single most revered role until 2016"
"With it's cowboys and guns and steamtrain rides, America became known as the land of the free. Which must have come as a surprise to all the slaves"
"1 in 20 people has been a victim of crime. Which means 19 in 20 people are criminals. No wonder we need police"
"Henry VIII had six wives, all named Catherine. He was a Catherineoholic. Or "Catholic" for short"
[on Pompeii] "Thanks to the volcanic eruptions, we know that every day Romans had grey skin and were totally bald and spent their times lying around in their shockingly dusty homes"
[on the painting of The Last Supper] "Just look at this picture of Jesus at his faithful tea party...the dimensions are all wrong: Jesus is twice as big as all the others, so it looks like he's enjoying an intimate dinner with a bunch of schoolboys. Not a good look."
[on America's war of independance] "Eventually, Washington won the war and became America's first president: the world's single most revered role until 2016"
"With it's cowboys and guns and steamtrain rides, America became known as the land of the free. Which must have come as a surprise to all the slaves"
Illyria99
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The rusted chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun.
I walk a road, horizons change
The tournament's begun.
The purple piper plays his tune,
The choir softly sing;
Three lullabies in an ancient tongue,
For the court of the crimson king.
The keeper of the city keys
Put shutters on the dreams.
I wait outside the pilgrim's door
With insufficient schemes.
The black queen chants
the funeral march,
The cracked brass bells will ring;
To summon back the fire witch
To the court of the crimson king.
The gardener plants an evergreen
Whilst trampling on a flower.
I chase the wind of a prism ship
To taste the sweet and sour.
The pattern juggler lifts his hand;
The orchestra begin.
As slowly turns the grinding wheel
In the court of the crimson king.
On soft gray mornings widows cry
The wise men share a joke;
I run to grasp divining signs
To satisfy the hoax.
The yellow jester does not play
But gently pulls the strings
And smiles as the puppets dance
In the court of the crimson king.
"The Court of the Crimson King"
-King Crimson
Are shattered by the sun.
I walk a road, horizons change
The tournament's begun.
The purple piper plays his tune,
The choir softly sing;
Three lullabies in an ancient tongue,
For the court of the crimson king.
The keeper of the city keys
Put shutters on the dreams.
I wait outside the pilgrim's door
With insufficient schemes.
The black queen chants
the funeral march,
The cracked brass bells will ring;
To summon back the fire witch
To the court of the crimson king.
The gardener plants an evergreen
Whilst trampling on a flower.
I chase the wind of a prism ship
To taste the sweet and sour.
The pattern juggler lifts his hand;
The orchestra begin.
As slowly turns the grinding wheel
In the court of the crimson king.
On soft gray mornings widows cry
The wise men share a joke;
I run to grasp divining signs
To satisfy the hoax.
The yellow jester does not play
But gently pulls the strings
And smiles as the puppets dance
In the court of the crimson king.
"The Court of the Crimson King"
-King Crimson
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ChemicallyEnhanced
Bluelighter
I know, that I don't watch much TV
But I've been taken prisoner by Heated Rivalry
I'd heard, that I might feel some type of way
But I didn't think I'd be this fucked up every single day
I'm having wicked dreams
Of men on hockey teams
Fated to fall in love
Drowning in secrecy
I don't claim to be proud
But when I watch a scene
Of Shane and Ilya
I always want to scream
God, what have I done?
It's a queer hockey show
And I can't get enough
Oh, no, I'm not having fun
It's taking over my world
I just don't know how to stop watching that
Gay hockey show
I'm gonna keep on dreaming 'bout that gay hockey show
I'm gonna keep on reading all those gay hockey books
I don't what I did before the gay hockey show
Gay hockey show
Tension
That neither rival can ignore
They leave me (and each other) breathless
Always wanting more
A slow burn
That could enrapture anyone
Blooming in the darkness
But unfurling in the sun
I'm having sleepless dreams
Nothing is what it seems
Do they creators know
What they have done to me?
I really hope they're proud
I'll never be the same
I've never even watched
A stupid hockey game
God, what have they done?
It's a queer hockey show
But it feels like a drug
Oh, no, I can stop anytime
But I don't think I will
Why would I why I just love that
Gay hockey show
How'd I become addicted to that gay hockey show?
How many times can I re-read the gay hockey books?
I don't know to live without the gay hockey show
Gay hockey show
More than breaking barriers
They're making history
Tearing down the walls
Of toxic masculinity
The problem
Is it's comsuming all my days
A problem I don't ever want to ever go away
God, what have we done?
It's a queer hockey show
But it's changing the world
I know I'm losing my mind
But it's so hard to care
When I'm just so grateful for that
Gay hockey show
We know it's so much more than just a gay hockey show
Thank you Rachel Reid for writing gay hockey books
And Jacob for believing in that gay hockey show
Gay hockey show
