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a poem has to be good?

no, bc for what. + what's a "good" poem.


a poem

or what

ever

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can be whatever. bc who makes up the rules. well, whoever does, THEY'RE MADE UP. nejczer only has one rule: logic.


and thus, if sth is not left  defined in nejczer, then it can be whatever. nejczer won't care abt it. he's not petty. he's wild, uninhibited, potent. like a raging volcano and a whisper of rain droplets.

like a dick cuming in a man.


a poem doesn't have to use words even. it can just roar. or rawr. or mrau. or whatever.

nie musi być w jednym języku.

sil vu pleh.

it doesn't have to be correct

or adhere to any rules

what

sover ever. ever.

it doesn't have to have big eyes (kung fu panda's huge eyed monkey thing came to my mind out of nowhere :ooooooooo lel)

it doesn't have to use words. it can just 🗣️🖼️

it can make a noise, and squeak like an earthquake

banging into a train when trees fall over and fish jump with soft, graceful splashes

plum

kurwa nie mają emotki ze śliwką. 😒 let's pretend plums started growing in bunches 🍇


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🍇🍇🍇🍇🍇


sto lat... wsm to nie mam pojęcia jak mój mózg sobie wyobraził sylaby -_- whatever. to biologiczna maszyna = skłonna do błędów.


long life? GOOD LIFE. quality over quantity bitch.

chase immortality and never find what ur ACTUALLY looking for: fulfilment.


ill never understand how ppl find clowns creepy. i understand it intellectually #knowledge but not experienceally #słowotwórstwo


im hiccupping. it's annoying.

^^^ life is so filled with emotional experiences.


imagine a river flowing down a mountain...














and then it crashes into a rock.












what happens?


sunglasses come into existence. ok, id rather bananas.

oranges.

juicy.

yay.


if life was more gay, id be more gay, but life's the opposite of gay aka s












ad, so im sad. we all need more gay.


that's the perfect conclusion to anything.


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dobra już wiem jak mój mózg wyobraził sobie tamte sylaby: jesz szcze - raz - jesz cze - raz - niech - ży je ży je nam. "Nam", pff; selfish af. I've a better song, watch:








STOP SINGING AND EAT THE DAMN CAKE.


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That doesn't count as a poem but wtf is a poem so it does count as a poem. It's just my feelings are having cognitive dissonance.

(it's a stream of consciousness. Aka my brain just took a shower AND U WATCHED.





eh. communal showers are good).


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28.12.24

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