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- Cadbury’s Sociological Analytics Club
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- The Archives
- The Case Of The Missing Self
- 1: The appointment, so called
- 2: Please do not take a seat
- 3: Squander my solitude with your presence
- 4: A troubled woman in a dirty window
- 5: The ratatat madness of human affairs
- 6: All runners secretly feel like criminals
- 7: Only Cadbury Fife can solve your case backwards
- 8: Some type of high-society circus clown
- 9: The fascinating stupidity of humans
- 10: A silent killer with a feather duster
- 11: People are toxic to the human condition
- 12: The warm heartless shoulders of the world
- 13: The Moth Epidemic in the East
- 14: The tragic outcome of our continued existence
- 15: Contemplating murder or suicide
- 16: The Terms of Cadbury’s Detective Agency
- 17: Relationships for the underslime
- 18: The ultimate act of dance destruction
- 19: A beautiful man with bountiful brain-bosoms
- 20: Coming from an axis of dementia
- 21: Juggle all the world’s detritus
- 22: To be associated with pleasure, perchance it may offer something good
- 23: To vaporize, vanish, blink out like a black light in the void of the night
- 24: Like projectile life through the narrowing tunnel of existence
- 25: Burrowed into its bamboozling heart
- 26: It was the Detection Party
- 27: More frustrating than a bottle of frustration pills
- 28: A lot of squirming in the room
- 29: Pulling wet, wriggling desires from the depths
- 30: The problem with Modern, Historic, and Ancient Detectives
- 31: Sorry for moving quickly, people, but there’s no time for this
- 32: Ego bubbles, designed to give you boners of the head
- 33: A hard demonic presence in between layers of silken skin and cloth
- 34: The presumably depraved monster-gentleman
- The Case Of The Missing Self
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Category Archives: Cadmium’s Poetic Funpark of Despair
My Dream Come False
I had a dream, When I was small, That I would grow up to be a human. And now my dream, Has come false, It’s everything that I could have hoped for. All these years, in the dark, waiting, Waiting … Continue reading
Stepping Out
Earlier this morning, I summoned myself to appear. I could hear from the tone of my voice that I was upset – Not that it was anything unusual. I was one of those people who was in a hurry – … Continue reading
You Are The Greatest Artist
You’ve abandoned me In the wake of my elaborate meltdown Like I hoped you would With candor, you’ve demanded more It’s uprooting but I have no roots I am awake to your chicanery You are the greatest cabaret artist in … Continue reading
The Postulationary Probe
Pull out the metal from my head Create a bus shelter Create a bus Jump the bus and swing it to a new town Run short of petroleum in the midst of nowhere Be the only one to hum Speak … Continue reading
Artless Spark
“Faking”, that’s a mode I dearly hate, These rules, expressed as statements of non-sensical fact, Jacked up by ruthless taciturn claptrap and an insensitive lack of Dreams, Cannot suffice for it seems the true rules are incentivated only by Brutal … Continue reading
Just A Superhuman Genius
Whiling away the ages | working on my weakness | trying to forget things | piping it into loss Pip – you don’t remind me Pip – you’re no longer on Pip – you didn’t call Pip – run out … Continue reading
Black Roads
That old recording goes round: “Are you recording me?” I have some of your hairs if you would like them at any point. They are in cold storage. Remember, I am your contact for old hairs. I smashed the hanging … Continue reading
Technical Piece
I took heartless down to see the pond And we stood and smiled and observed that the pond was probably not Technically a pond And we laughed And we had sexual intercourse Then heartless paraded some art Bandied some high … Continue reading
Remove My Skimpy Costume
Slip it in slip it out remove my skimpy costume I’m a solipsistic soliloquist I’ve smelt a beard and now I’m going crazy – It could get a little bit phased out from here on in – You’ve got flop … Continue reading
Terrifically Bland
You know the love That I have eaten Has developed into a nubile new entity That I am thinking of labeling me I am thinking of label ling me Your love Is basting me for some greater Cooking You know … Continue reading