#Myxomatosis
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cloudy-skiespink · 28 days ago
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Cara alho Radiohead é mesmo a maior banda do planeta
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uwkhj · 20 days ago
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i turn 18 in a week. can someone kill me? or give my life meaning? or dig me out of my hole? i started to claw my way into the dirt when i was 11 and now this crater is far too deep for me to crawl out of.
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eternal--returned · 7 months ago
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Radiohead ֍ Myxomatosis (From The Basement) (2020)
But now I don't know why I feel so tongue tied I sat in the cupboard And wrote it down in neat They were cheering and waving Cheering and waving Twitching and salivating Like with myxomatosis
But it got edited, fucked up Strangled, beaten up Used as a photo in Time magazine Buried in a burning black hole in Devon I don't know why I feel so tongue tied Don't know why I feel so skinned alive
You should put me in a home or you Should put me down
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dougielombax · 11 months ago
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“You wanna fight! Let’s fucking go!”
*immediately drops dead from myxomatosis*
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riffingtheverse · 23 days ago
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There was a rabbit puppet on an Australian kids tv show named after the virus they used to try and curtail the rabbit problem.
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y’all have no idea how much i need this to be reality
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dex-starr · 2 years ago
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Radiohead - Myxomatosis
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baddywronglegs · 4 months ago
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Into a café did a rabbit hop
Inquiring for some sandwiches for lunch
With every kind of filling in the shop
And grilled to give the bread a tasty crunch
The café owner felt he had to say
The chicken on the counter was not new
But past its "use by" date, by just a day
The rabbit shrugged, and said that it would do
And so, the pile of sandwiches was done
And served with leafy salad on the side
But as the rabbit ate the final crumb,
It rolled back off its chair, curled up, and died
It wasn't the old chicken, called its shade:
Mixing my toasties killed me, I'm afraid.
One thing I like about short form or restricted poetry or however you want to call it, like limericks or haikus or sonnets, is because they have predictable structures they can have punchlines, which only limericks tend to make good use of.
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aki-o-mitovski-writer · 2 years ago
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9millimeter · 16 days ago
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don't question my authority or put me in a box, 'cause i'm not
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mapsofnonexistentplaces · 8 months ago
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the mongrel cat came home
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jukebox-wait · 1 year ago
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facebook-stabber · 3 months ago
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dreamofmourning · 5 months ago
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scottpilgrimvsmywallet · 9 months ago
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beauty and the beast if the beast was gay
for unvale's fairy tale event!
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thedreadvampy · 2 years ago
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talking a lot about rabbit meat atm. One track mind.
anyway when me and my twin were like 2 and the social worker came round to check on us as a standard checkup (my mum was effectively a single mother of three toddlers living several miles out of town at that time so in need of some support), my sibling toddled up to her as she was leaving and said very firmly,
"You don't eat rabbits what have been runned over. You eat rabbits what have been shot."
rabbits were not a topic of conversation at the time. this was an unsolicited Toddler Fact. anyway that's what I think about whenever I think about rabbit. you don't eat rabbits what have been runned over.
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