Well hello, again dear readers of my chaos and weirdness. This time around I don't know what we'll talk about yet, I do know though that I haven't planned a single moment of the word vomit that is about to happen. That's okay though, everything is totally fine... totally. I've been swamped with stuff this last week as I'm sure many other people have as well, but we're doing our best so just give me a second to brainstorm and we'll start this new adventure of storytelling!
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Yeah okay, I'm just gonna give you a poem I wrote a few weeks ago for class. There is a lot going on, but I like it quite a lot! I hope you enjoy it!
Left Brain, Right Brain: The Guide To All
My mind’s a maze of chaos and cuddles
Details and fine print
Looking like the taste of a sugar high
Smelling like musty book pages
The walls of the maze shift and start babbling the ideas kept inside
“この女性はクレイジーだがオリジナル” This lady’s crazy, but inventive
スマートでありながら秘密主義 Smart yet secretive
As I teleport further into my mind, getting lost in the twist and turns along the paths
I walk through the freezing heatwave of images
Of past and present nostalgias and theories
Myranda, you’re a genius of disbelief
Why thank you
I hear a factory churning as it takes in information and yeets out facts
At a rate too fast to comprehend
I see the smoke rising from it in colors to muddled to tell apart
But I know each one stems from a different petal of thought
I smell the salty scent of overworked factory workers tears as they beg for sleep
And wipe paint and clay from their cloaks
I taste the chaos and revel in it
I reach out and touch the prickly book of disorder that records every thought, thought and every word heard from that factory
That shows every dark secret and light joke
That seemingly never ends
No...nevermind it’s not a factory but an office where a full team works together to produce a product
A product that never stops
The other part of my brain is so unlike that office of fun and tears
Paint and clay, brushstrokes and storyboards
I turn the opposite direction to face the other half of my maze, the analytical part
That’s not half as fun as the rest, but I appreciate it all it’s own
“Harmony, this side is good, this side is logical and thought provoking.”
“But, Myranda the other side has fictional drama and magic, so much more exciting than math and essay notes!”
I continue my walk into the clean sane looking atmosphere of my critical thoughts
Although sane is hardly the word to describe it
“Ah yes there are the scammers that live in town, they’re very nice though!”
They stand around on the border between both halves
The two-edged sword of creativity and logic
Causing workers to walk by and look with caution, so the people come back day after day
They sell the half-baked morsels of thoughts that no one else thinks of
They sell to the meticulous and the crazy
A wide spectrum of customers and products
Cats that can talk, homework that almost does itself
I enter the center of the data mine
I watch androids running around spilling papers into piles that aren’t piles
A wide-open space looking chic and modern like a robots armor, yet scattered with sheets
Scattered with debris: scribbles of projects, scratches of notes, jots of math equations
Somehow supposedly precise
Spread all around in a tornado of paper storms
As each machine goes about its task: Science, math, language, history, art
Soon the places will fuse, as they always seem to do
They will come together and never separate back to two
Promising the other, the workers of brushstrokes and storyboards to the bots of paper and ink-We will never leave
No matter what you think
I will stay by you when the sun rises at midnight and the stars light the day
As the rainbow smoke and paper tornadoes collide and the scammers turn to workers of a different kind
I hear the walls once more in a voice different from before
I promise you Myranda on Earth, Aradyn, Saseana, and beyond
When we collide the fun will have hardly yet begun
I teleport back to the start of the maze, seeing the beauty through all of the haze
Waiting for the prickly book of disorder to end and start anew
*The Japanese in word form and not kanji
Kono josei wa kyōkidesu sumātodearinagara himitsu shugi
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