A/N: Playing around with the famous storyteller bots collaboration website here, and I thought it was too hilarious to not share.
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What about poetry?
Oleander,
soft as well as sweet,
delicate against my skin,
brutal within my blood.
I violently plunged for a girl,
who unquestionably could not love me back.
Edgar! Nevermore! Please, you are ruining my shapes.
Why unquestionably? Many a man fails as an original thinker simply because his memory is too good.
Why violently? He who has a why to live can bear almost any how.
Friedrich, that doesn’t answer my questions!
Apple seeds and sunflower petals,
as all marvelous children learn.
Marvelous? In everything one thing is impossible: rationality.
These beings of delight are not impressive in anyway. However, are they inherently delightful?
Children can zealously be cruel,
they can be heedless.
They, who didn’t smell the fire burning,
are braver, yes,
but reckless and uncaring.
Charles? There are no eternal facts, as there are no absolute truths.
You’ve suddenly added a setting to this poem. Are these souls unburdened by melancholy on fire? Are they trapped?
Morality is the herd-instinct in the individual.
JackSGreyson Says 