bing bong the tables gone
 

Hide twin caliber rifles, behind the Technipigment Poncho
Disguised as liquid in bottles, Nirvanas a centimeter away. It feels like Gestapo.
Pull up in an invisible volvo, and unveil the plot to kill you at Costco
Drinking Moscato, spittin’ my sailor snot with this inching bravado
I’m feeling alright. Gripping the purple pink angel arm
Murderous April. Wearing an all-white perfect knit apron, as I purposely break your arm.
Tourniquet. A painful qualm, escapes your screamish wind-pipe
I’m torn between none, alone with my Mossberg in the Mausoleum.
Storm machine gun. The artillery firing, is exhilarating entirely.
Debilitating. Admiring, your scintillating entirety.
Your most treasured achievements are so desperate, to genius.
I hold world records for speaking, the most delicate pieces.
Your forlorn. I’m the Worlds Most Memorable.
Jesus, even wrote eleven notes. To send the pope
Through Methodist preaching, reaching from the text in Ephesians
ascending to 2nd of Peter. I’m restless. You tense pricks couldnt test my procedures
The collective demeanor, succeeds through your possessive believers
I’m a sect in myself, even dissecting myself. Come inject my bloodstream.
And to attest to this, people, I have video evidence seizure
The consensus, a creature, pretentious in leisure.
The bestest. You get it? Pretenses couldn’t pretend to be clearer
Elections? Pathetic. I’m ahead by a meter, it’s like chess game, with Sensei
I’m ten steps ahead of you, senior. I’ve predicted your intentions, you featured
The way your head tilted to the left when I pretended to sneezer.
And I could spot from 10 meters, the double-knot lace in your sneaker.
You’re weaker. The pivotal preacher.
Give a guest speech at the UN after I leg-kick your leaders.

Really familiar writing. This had some really fresh parts in it. I didn't understand the use of the word "sneezer" though. Besides that, good shit man.

you hear of people sitting and laying in wait around interstates and highways ready to snipe at people driving by...this cat reminded me of one of these situations

angel arm...liked that

very good read...I liked the swag and the 'religious' themes and how it fed your attitude to go up against. good imagery and hard lines so to speak

cool

U remind me of bwwahahahaha.

This is a dope read, very out of the box

lol

Sooooooooooooo dope dude. This is one of my faves I've ever read from u man, and I generally like ALL of ur shit. This was so much more controlled and thought out. Was like reading a slightly restrained version of you, where you stuck to the script a little more and actually finished your thoughts. Just much more cohesive content but still packed with ur standard craziness in scheming/ originality. You're one of the most original writers I've ever seen, you and pancake probly top 2 in terms of just never knowing wtf ur gonna get. Really dope. Like i said liked this style a bit better than most of your other ones


Your most treasured achievements are so desperate, to genius.
I hold world records for speaking, the most delicate pieces.
Your forlorn. I’m the Worlds Most Memorable.
Jesus, even wrote eleven notes. To send the pope
Through Methodist preaching, reaching from the text in Ephesians
ascending to 2nd of Peter. I’m restless. You tense pricks couldnt test my procedures
The collective demeanor, succeeds through your possessive believers


^Game Over

Young ass nigga.

@Void New day, new wave, watch castles wash by.

I am old. Bragging about myself while rhyming feels about as gay as throwing myself touchdowns and pretending I'm winning the superbowl in my backyard. But I still do both from time to time. Neither with as much zeal.

You are correct.

But it is adorable when you pretend to throw touchdowns, is it now?

And honestly, read the piece I originally posted, and this one right now @Void

Hide the twin caliber rifles, behind the Technipigment Poncho.
Disguised as liquid in bottles, Nirvanas a centimeter away.
It feels like Gestapo.
Pulling up in an invisible Volvo. Unveiling a plot to kill you at Costco
Drinking Moscato. Spittin’ his sailor snot with the inching bravado
Feeling alright. Gripping the purple pink angel arm
Murderous April. Wearing an all-white perfect knit apron, as to purposely break his arm.
Tourniquet. A painful qualm, escapes the screamish wind-pipe
Torn between none, alone with the Mossberg in his Mausoleum.
Storm machine gun. The artillery firing, is exhilarating entirely.
Debilitating. Admiring, it's scintillating entirety.
The most treasured achievements are so desperate, to genius.
To hold old world records for speaking, the most delicate pieces?
It's forlorn. Facing the Worlds Most Memorable.
Jesus, even wrote eleven notes. To send the pope
Through Methodist preaching, reaching from the text in Ephesians
ascending to 2nd of Peter.
While restless. These tension couldnt test it's procedures
Collective demeanor, succeeds through possessive believers
A sect in themselves, even dissecting their selves.
Injecting the bloodstream.
And to attest to this, people, have garnered video evidence seizure
The consensus, a creature, so pretentious in leisure.
It's accredited ether. Pretenses couldn’t pretend to be clearer
Elections? Pathetic. Most are ahead by a meter, it’s like chess game, with Sensei
They're ten steps ahead of you, senior.
PREDICTED those intentions, that featured
The way their head tilted to the left when I pretended to sneezer.
And they could spot from 10 meters, the double-knot lace in their sneakers.
Much weaker, when they meet the pivotal preacher.
Give a guest speech at the UN, the urge to leg-kick your leaders.

Either way you look at it, writing about nothing would still be accredited to writing about yourself

I'm watching Dexter. On season 3. Really identifying with the character. Serial killing weirdo who wants to be a 'good' person, but simultaneously is disgusted by people. Has a kid. Tries to live the normal life. Feels bogged down. Lacks sleep. Game is slipping.

CAN'T WAIT TO SEE WHERE IT ALL GOES. No way he can continue this charade of a relationship with Rita.

About to go swimming. Miss you little buddy.

^lol @ the Void exchange

The epic tale of the Darth Yodwahaha scenesters continues...

"I’m feeling alright. Gripping the purple pink angel arm
Murderous April. Wearing an all-white perfect knit apron, as I purposely break your arm."
^That was ridick. I liked it.

Storm machine gun. The artillery firing, is exhilarating entirely.
Debilitating. Admiring, your scintillating entirety.
^Symmetrical.

Overall this exhibited your skill with words, and obscenities towards Star Wars characters.

keep doing you

Whis this dullboy?

Coolest piece i read in a minute.....i actually wanted to read it after i started....good job.

lol, no -this guy is not dullboy. but hes around lmao

You’re weaker. The pivotal preacher.
Give a guest speech at the UN after I leg-kick your leaders.

dope. pure and simple.

O voids dullboy an darth is bwhaha

Cool story.
Dullboys a cool writer but posts like hes a faggit.

:/

How does a faggot post? I'm curious as to your personality evaluation, Bags lol

Lol....soon....

Non. I am bwhaha. Darths a fake