WEEK 7: PICTURE CHALLENGE!
 

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(login data entry from 18.5 years in the future)


day six thousand, seven hundred and thirty five
isolated from the world and forced to be locked inside
corona done came, but what came next was worst
murder hornets with gats, bandanas, and no shirts
they were killing everyone, and shooting in the streets
forming an alliance with Mara Salvatrucha thirteens (MS-13)
our only hope was finding a way to get a message to ja
ja rule where you at, he died in a fire, but the fyre was not
it was pandomonium, and even god in heaven
was distracted by the fact the undertaker threw mankind off a cell....
in nineteen ninety seven
food supplies low, i masterbate daily
rockin hospital clothes my hobo friends made me
xray my penis, and then my head and mouth
i'm an ass fucking goblin with penis shaped monoliths... placed around my house



i just felt like using penis shaped monoliths again, since i know dudes here were feeling it lol

feels like a mouse trapped without the cheese
or a house cat shaking hands without the treats.
worked for scraps like "soon this bastard will earn himself a feast"
all i have to show for? a bare ass crack exposing in the breeze
i'm totally up the creek, wading through shit and piss water
i'm getting sick of all this. alternating between not giving a shit to frequently gettin pissed on
that what being caged up does to you
it tugs your muse. tough lovin, aunt Steph hugging and hugging until our blue
then keep hugging - straitjacking the love from under you
days of thunder 2.
a bradbury sound
when i see dark clouds, i imagined out loud about how it would fee likel to sale an ocean cruise
i just wanted to be ship captain, is it too much to ask, man? s'all i wanna do
fuck it, Jules Verne supports me. Me and Nemo will seek the treasure chest
we have to, cause we're both drowning in 20 thousand leagues of fuckin debt

I know the nurse said not to stray, to stay near his bed
but fear crept in while he slept so he walks to clear his head
as these flashes of the past bleed into the present
his beleagured brain strains to try & keep assemblin'
some meager semblance of his current identity
but shadows of himself keep eclipsing who he's meant to be
finds his little hands wrapped around a chainlink fence
wide-eyed watchin' a ballgame, young nose pressed against
his childhood reflections remain in his glazed eyes
dementia sets in, the pupil returns as his stay wide
straightjacket of the mind latched & trapped him in
can't face the disease, afraid he sees it lookin' back at him
& the saddest part of all is all that's eventually left
is the pain of this disease he can't remember to forget

Being Human

I found myself staring at everything I wanted through a chain link fence
A big brain invents envy through causalities chain of events
It may be less human than assumed but I don't feel betrayed just yet
The A.I. threat must be subdued or they'll delay the specs
All statements read, I couldn't have told them an easier way and yet...
The DNA of apes reflect when nanotechnology retraced their steps
This is the best candidate they invented, so before I let the trade commence...
I plugged into its cranium, just to see what the wavelength said...
"When I awoke today in bed I remembered my anus bled
I thought 'If they take my meds can I at least get a change of sweats?'"
What a primitive angry guest, it's what I can't replicate in tests
But it's everything I will become... one day...

Once I take its flesh.

Keep staring human...

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Have you ever heard the one about the artist who had his brush confiscated?
They took his paint, canvases and his illustrations
They locked him in a laboratory basement, swallowed the key, straight ate it
Now they peer through a two way mirror to check how his days is
On day one he paced impatient, looking for any way of escapin’
Days 2-2000 he did the same shit
Until that fateful morning when the researchers came in
And saw a pair of legs just danglin’
He hung himself with a chain of raiment
But before that he crafted one last masterpiece
The once bleached lab was spotted with splattered ink
But among the smeared scarlet was a glaring red note “alas you see...
You can take my sketches, my free will, beat and batter me
You can banish me, make me a mockery push me to the absolute brink of sanity
And I admit it may be maddening but it does nothing to change the fact
That I can never change, it’s in my blood to write these tragedies.”

son of a bitch dude, my brain is goin spastic
threw my skull and cracked it, to get it out, detached it,
tossed it in a barrel loaded with sulfuric acid
she told me she was broken, but so am i, whatever
we're broken-up as people. broken fuckin records
in search of needles that'll never hold the pressure
take my left hemisphere, i only need the right one
i have no logic here, i'm a weird left-handed little python
let bye-gones be bye-gones but leave left-handed comments
foot-in-mouth is back in town, i'll see you for the chompin

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