Picture it

 
Staying at work for an event tonight and waiting for my dinner to get here. So, I give you a late creation for Three Word Wednesday, using naughty, tactic and zenith, while I wait.
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Do you
find it as
appropriate
as I
to see your
reflection
in another?

Our tactics
have changed,
but the
desired result?
The same.

In the
walk-through
of our city
at night,
a naughty
gleam
in the
rainswept
sidewalk's
eye leaves
so little
to our
imaginations.

And by
the end?
May we only
reach
the zenith,
but not
our own.
Preferably,
it will be
something
greater.
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Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
Fleet Foxes, Blue Spotted Tail

Cryptography

 
It's all in the translation,
the careful deduction of meaning
and divination of intent.
Impossible, you say?
To transform our machinations
into something real, something good,
takes but a moment
and a degree of demolition.
Then we'll know what we see
and what we mean
when we make a resolution
not to go through this again.
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Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
Timbre Timbre, Creep On Creepin' On

We've all got wood and nails

 
Halfway through his experiments on the human psyche, he discovered what an inconsequential species mankind really was. After pouring thousands of his own dollars into this research, he sat in his office, cursing how empty his bank account was. He could write only one thing in his notepad: "It was fun while it lasted."
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Okay, yeah, so it's actually 54 words. You caught me.
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Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
The Go! Team, Get It Together

If I were to change my name

 
It would read something
like "The Beggar King,"
and it would be written
at the start of our new
war.

It would be the war that
never happened, and we
would carry on and spill
our varied drinks upon our
finery.

In that moment, if we could
celebrate my new poverty
and all of your bright glory,
it would satisfy my greatest
wish.

At the short fence, we will
meekly reach hands to grip
tethered hearts, and we will
stare from afar at my lost
riches.
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Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
TV On The Radio, Shout Me Out