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    dots Submission Name: evolutiondots
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    Author: DaleP
    ASL Info:    57/M/TX
    Elite Ratio:    6.21 - 629/553/330
    Words: 64
    Class/Type: Poetry/Nature
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    dotsevolutiondots
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    We frolicsome few
    were sprinkled with spew
    from many a wicked nights brew.
    Like mad masterminds traveling
    at the speed of science.
    We explored the limitlessness of inner-
    space.
    Nary a one of us achieved the proper
    degree of fame.
    Not one of us even won a Darwin award.
    However a few of us did
    die trying.



              




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      OK. So your poem was (once again) totally eclipsed by the photos you posted. The second photo was especially distracting and reminded me of that ridiculously bad movie, "Idiocracy" staring Luke Wilson and Maya Rudolph.

    I do fear with the texting trends etc. that what the narrator of that movie says in the beginning might just be happening as we speak:

    "At the years passed, mankind became stupider at a frightening rate. Some had high hopes the genetic engineering would correct this trend in evolution, but sadly the greatest minds and resources were focused on conquering hair loss and prolonging erections."

    If that is the case, we will indeed, die trying to achieve fame. . . or even a steady readership.
    | Posted on 2011-10-11 00:00:00 | by JanePlane | [ Reply to This ]
      or devolution? perhaps we reached the apex of technology that requires the youth of today to not even think about anything at all anymore. gone are those days when books did matter and encyclopedia gave way to google and tv to youtube, both websites dont even require you to type fully the keywords as the autofill does it for you. kind of scary yes? i do not foresee anyone of the next generation to evolve, or even die trying. thanks for the read and the entertaining photos. have a good day.
    | Posted on 2011-10-10 00:00:00 | by Pietro | [ Reply to This ]
      I like the spacing, how there was nothing and then something and then nothing again but it also suggests in a way that no matter what existed it will not make a difference as at some point it will have to cease to exist.
    | Posted on 2011-10-09 00:00:00 | by Clayman | [ Reply to This ]
      Evolution... that's the idea. We frolicsome few
    sit outside looking in and wonder what's to have been. The secret's not necessarily dark, just that it stays there, kinda lurking and watching. Toast the enlightened ones is yet another double entrende such as floats in from time to time. I toast yu in the true liquid gold sense. Art is too often discovered only after the artist is gone. Nice poem.
    | Posted on 2011-10-09 00:00:00 | by Blue Monk | [ Reply to This ]
      I like the rhythm and the message is relevant. In my view it's just the right length to get the reader thinking. Thanks for posting this. By the way, what did you have to do to get the pictures up? I have had no luck in my efforts to post pictures.
    | Posted on 2011-10-07 00:00:00 | by EW61 | [ Reply to This ]


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