The Journal of Ephemeral Inspiration promises a neverending spew of pointless minutae, brilliant yet useless ideas, troublingly cruel commentary and emphatic musings on whatever shiny object happens to catch our collective eye. Always remember, hate the game, not the playa.
Poetry: The Wind And The Bird
The wind did cause the bird to land
And take a willow by the hand
And flap a lot and squawk and screech
And peck and scream and poop and hate
The wind did cause the bird to fly
To the ocean shore well nigh
To pick at trash and dead fish there
And chips and gum and tator tots and pieces of bologna
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