#1 Posted by Ancient_0f_Days (10238 posts) - - Show Bio

(Ft. Benedict Cumberbatch)

Ahhh, to waft the stale stench of misinformation upon which this thread was founded.

The odor of ignorance is ripe and rank tonight, shield your nostrils from it's foul fog of confusion and beware the cloud of folly that follows.

One must ask himself in his lifetime, who cut the cheese of nonsense?

The same one must only raise their head above the smoke of untruth and gaze upon the opening post to find their man and as such must turn their faces in disbelief at the notion of whatever foolishness they typed in indeed a matter of "fact".

Losing grips on the handlebars of reality to the oils of falsity we all fall back into the dark abyss drenched in that same dank plume of impracticality.

In the void lies a wooden instrument of some sort, the mind recognizes the vessel and it's use.

It's what we do when all things stop making sense, be lit by the faint flicker of context and blow it all away.

Too bad for the one stuck in the pipe filled with the odor of ignorance, doomed to waft the stale stench of misinformation upon which this thread was founded ....

#2 Edited by XImpossibruX (5029 posts) - - Show Bio

"Losing grips on the handlebars of reality to the oils of falsity we all fall back into the dark abyss drenched in that same dank plume of impracticality." I lost it here.

#3 Posted by Ancient_0f_Days (10238 posts) - - Show Bio
#4 Edited by Immortal777 (5914 posts) - - Show Bio

#5 Posted by XImpossibruX (5029 posts) - - Show Bio
#6 Edited by Veshark (8521 posts) - - Show Bio

So much subtext and nuance in this poem.

I'm going to start using the phrase 'cheese of nonsense' in everyday conversation from now on.