Spin Cycle: ASCII Love

This week's Spin Cycle topic is Love. Since I tend to talk about Love a lot, I thought I would show you Love instead…

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When I first wrote this poem I was completely unaware of ASCII Art. The original is on a piece of graph paper with numbers next to the letters to indicate how many spaces to use when typing out the poem. I really love the fact that it spells out the word LOVE.

Love is a magical word
It can take any broken heart and make amend

It's a good word anyone can use
to be a good friend.

 
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  IsA
 Mag
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                 oo    d
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RTT: What the???

Sometimes randomness works it's magic and makes getting an anonymous comment something that makes no sense whatsoever. Perhaps I should style my writing like this comment— especially if it is intended to attract readers:

Shortly since full of sadness and anger roar seemed, supercilious glimpse hair Wong-fat, Shi arrangement. Wolves instantly noiseless along, the particular wicked mood a Device Lengsen's raging out and about entirely force a man intended to get rid of!

Fast seeing that turbo hand techinque, that supercilious seem wolf Huang cannot quit, yet Barbara is actually certainly correct to discover:

That is definitely complete with early, bluish ambiance of the knife, as being a handheld control so that they can a new towering giant Yue. That huge elephant-like Molang needy confrontation, nonetheless have a tremor. The knock back granted living in addition to demise, giant elephant-like Molang death, sadness, lose heart, death!

Piece nights refining this infuriating, the particular energy I do not know on the geometry. Knight category Molang, set affordable his lifetime hit, just like ants to be able to wring outstretched such as instantly deplete. Effects are generally entry-day peremptory hit, motion picture will be split a part.

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Xiang big waved the hands, ensnared that nuclei on the ovum soldier school. This individual noticed the particular malefic state of mind raging baby wolves, confront wicked guffaw. That instant, his continue as being a disect generally, will be complete with warfare fighting will certainly break the vault of abode!

To be a improved gentleman, object days to weeks following your baptism in the wicked, become belligerent upward. Even he himself didn't learn, the dark seedling started in order to germinate in his / her heart!

"To that pleasure of battle! ".

I am not grammatically perfect

This week's Spin Cycle is on Things I hate. I think that Hate is a much too harsh of a term— but Irritate, or Pet Peeve is probably more appropriate it for me.

I tend to write from the hip. If someone was to critique my writing in order to make it more clear to the reader, that is OK. But to pick apart my writing because you think you are a better writer than I and will prove it by showing my mistakes, I have to take heed. Sure— I may choose the wrong word, or even use improper punctuation; but I also feel that writing needs its occasional strays from the straight and narrow path of grammatical perfection.

I feel that if all writing were grammatically correct, all writing would be the same and the writing would not have any flavor or appeal. I do not say this because my writing is never grammatically correct and I am being spiteful— but rather that any time you make anything formulaic, it loses its soul. The writing becomes more mechanical and less personal, and much like Latin becomes a dead language.

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