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<blockquote style="position: relative; padding-left: 55px;"><section><a href="https://aus.social/users/neoluddite/statuses/109878304194461491">neoluddite (neoluddite@aus.social)'s status on Saturday, 20-Sep-2025 14:45:45 JST</a><a href="https://aus.social/@neoluddite" title="neoluddite@aus.social"><img src="https://gnusocial.jp/avatar/112886-48-20230825020652.webp" width="48" height="48" alt="neoluddite" style="position: absolute; left: 0; top: 0;">neoluddite</a><div><a href="https://aus.social/@neoluddite/109878071116465330" rel="in-reply-to">in reply to</a></div></section><article><p>Plenty more terrible jokes where that one came from...</p></article><footer><a rel="bookmark" href="https://gnusocial.jp/conversation/5659776#notice-11110055">In conversation</a><time datetime="2025-09-20T14:45:45+09:00" title="Saturday, 20-Sep-2025 14:45:45 JST">about 3 months ago</time> <span>from <span><a href="https://aus.social/@neoluddite/109878304194461491" rel="external" title="Sent from aus.social via ActivityPub">aus.social</a></span></span><a href="https://aus.social/@neoluddite/109878304194461491">permalink</a><h4>Attachments</h4><ol><li><label><a rel="external" href="https://gnusocial.jp/attachment/5233575">The Ozymandias poem, to the tune of Smashmouth's All Star:Somebody once told me
"Two legs, trunkless and stony, 
immensely in the desert they stand...
and a shattered visage lies
near enough to see its eyes
and its sneer, shrewdly carved by an old hand.Well, 
the years start coming and they don't stop coming. 
Passions survive by the sculptor’s cold cunning. 
The hand that mocked and the heart that fed;
the stamp of life onto rock that's dead.
Who was the one in this antique?
Cold and frowning, that face cannot speakThe pedestal still remains near
The passages still emerge clear:He is
king above kings, 
may he rule 'till
doomsday!Look out
on his works and
let your thoughts bring
dismay!Words that now decay
while the level sands stretch away."</a></label><br><a href="https://mediacdn.aus.social/media_attachments/files/109/878/271/093/570/967/original/42d1048b18810128.png" rel="external">https://mediacdn.aus.social/media_attachments/files/109/878/271/093/570/967/original/42d1048b18810128.png</a></li></ol></footer></blockquote>

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neoluddite (neoluddite@aus.social)'s status on Saturday, 20-Sep-2025 14:45:45 JST neoluddite
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1. The Ozymandias poem, to the tune of Smashmouth's All Star: Somebody once told me "Two legs, trunkless and stony, immensely in the desert they stand... and a shattered visage lies near enough to see its eyes and its sneer, shrewdly carved by an old hand. Well, the years start coming and they don't stop coming. Passions survive by the sculptor’s cold cunning. The hand that mocked and the heart that fed; the stamp of life onto rock that's dead. Who was the one in this antique? Cold and frowning, that face cannot speak The pedestal still remains near The passages still emerge clear: He is king above kings, may he rule 'till doomsday! Look out on his works and let your thoughts bring dismay! Words that now decay while the level sands stretch away."
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