The Mezunian

Leaves its cavehibernation to eat—lawnmower.

1st Web Designer decided to give the whole internet a great gift to celebrate 2016: they’re not going to write ’bout web design. This may shock people who read their earlier attempt to discuss web design, wherein they showed that they think Adobe Photoshop is a programming language & that the best way to benefit […]

O, well. All’s well, that end’s well. Well, it drowns in water full o’ oxygen. Well, it keeps in its keep stone, white; itching with beady bones, white; Well, it keeps still in paroxysm. Well, O— Well’s end—that end all ends all. O: pelicans call. O: tides fall. O: winds pass. O: clouds cast. X: […]

While the Super Nintendo gets the most love for being the height o’ 2D, pixelated games, & I have a lot o’ nostalgia for it as well, I remember the Game Boy Advance just as fondly, e’en though it doesn’t get nearly as much credit. 15 years ago the Game Boy Advance was released in […]

I met Dr. Jekyll (BA-THUMP), & he wasn’t much better than Mr. Hyde. He’s not such a rebel (BA-THUMP), e’en when he’s trying to hide ‘hind his crooked disguise; but he makes me tremble (BA-THUMP), he makes me cry in fright the whole god damn night. He is just a devil (BA-THUMP); maybe that’s why […]

In my attempts to shelter rain, the sun still sneaks inside through blind spots, stretching stark nights wide awake & making mornings gorgeous vine clots. (Thanks.) O, ¿will I miss another bus on sidewalks paved with flashing chills? Why, yes, I will—all because o’ the sun, who never has to pay the bills. (What a […]

“¿Could you give me just 1 li’l break?” Wood so old creaks beneath his weight. His shadow flies o’er winter plains. The shadow o’the moon makes it fade.

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Tú empuñas el cetro, tú te pones el vestido— desde la cumbre… a lo más profundo… -El Fantasma Trataste de fallar y fallaste, dijo el espejola en la ventana empapado de la lluvia, negra como petrol. Good job. ¿Y ahora crees que puedes tener mí néctar meloso? ¿Crees que puedes compartir mí manta cálida, tú […]

I’m not having fun when time flies, so clip the wings to the stub & dump my clock in the Rhine. Right all. I’m sorry this poem sucked, by the way.