05-05-2020, 11:47 AM | #1 |
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WEEK 7: PICTURE CHALLENGE!
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05-05-2020, 08:53 PM | #2 |
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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 |
05-05-2020, 11:22 PM | #3 |
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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 |
05-06-2020, 06:40 AM | #4 |
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Cold Shoulder
When it finally happened it was a shot to the mouth I arrived to start the day... but the bastard locked me out 'Your services are no longer required. You're fired. Please hand in your uniform.' My gate pass expired. Now I watch as my old boss goes off the rails Makes a killing in the stock market, trades that are heartless Careers destroyed, houses condemned, value dropped in sales As long as his check balloons, who cares if loans are paid regardless? His right side is off limits, where I set up my office Curbed the worst of his instincts since I stepped up, a novice Now his ego rides around with him, flashy suits and sex appeal Cocaine in his brain singing 'Satan, take the wheel!' I watch disaster from the side-lines since his brain was taken over A vigil in the cold chill, the Good Angel on his shoulder |
05-07-2020, 01:27 PM | #5 |
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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 |
05-07-2020, 06:44 PM | #6 |
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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... 01101101 01110101 01100101 01110010 01110100 01100101
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05-10-2020, 01:48 AM | #7 |
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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.” |
05-10-2020, 04:09 AM | #8 |
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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 |
05-12-2020, 12:54 AM | #9 |
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