BB: Untitled FLOW FLATULENCE.

[big baby]

Any rhythmical pattern systematically tatters and becomes the new testament, I bust loose predicates, that are on queue. Vigilante at matter. Temperments off the scale, the negligent son of Chael Sonnen. Eloquent puns entailed. Elephant trunks for sale. My Regiments, rough. You're irrelevant, nothing. Frail. The specialist male pundit, meticulous spell. so much wind in my sail, you'd though you got dolo punched by the end of tails', resident whale. Fuck-it. Every investment pales in comparison to the others compared. I white washed my documents with luminescent Crashing the dial, the radicalist w/ a Vatican smile. Battling. Vile. Try & challenge me, guy. I played badminton w/ no hands against an entire African tribe. the master at trial. The masochist, that swam in the nile, handwritten scribes compiled me having a gallivant style. Extravagant, wild. Malificent, wow. w/ Angelina Jolie making out in an Argentinian oak tree.. moss surrounded, feed her a bad apple. Used her cheek bones & grabbed ass, to carve AJ + BB w/ hearts around it. The heartless, counter-productive son of a gun. You're doing the rounds I grew up in. CLOWN, you work out ya shoulders w/ the bar & ends attached with a munchkin. I use mountains to shrug w/, 6 sets of a thousand, it's nothing. & I don't stop 'till I count to a hundred. Use hash-tags for a pound when I punch in a number for your girlfriend if she's down for some fucking. coward. you get your #ass tagged & then #pounded. Presumptuous. I'm Mario you're bowser in dungeons. You're sorry, yo. Catch you browsing your browser for butt sex. knarled & broke, i'mma quarrelsome folk, this is mortal kombat w/ a neural synopsis. Warning: this forwarded optional post contains floral support, an audible score coupled with comical prose at the requiems office. Equilibrium's offset, w/ a Pentium optic, hacked into the systems metropolis & stole a Chevrolet Corvette. Lithium gargling, no predicate clause. A penny for your thoughts, two quarters, cover your eyes and the buck 50 at your burial garden. You fucks shitty, WHY SO SERIOUS?!? My flows, a furious arson. Insane flowing tourettes, drinking grape soda, pale-faced, at the bedoga with checks, buying baguettes and shotguns hidden in the RangeRover, with special lasers hidden in the flamethrower ahead. I'm cage cloned to the max. Stems give me headaches, my agenda as sensai is an array of, filleting your chest hairs. A tourette ridden display, meet Walter at the meth lair. My verbage is meshed within, cursive complexion, cursing & leg kicking you on a segway. I wrote an essay about energy flickers. I averaged a thousand percent. Get me a refreshment, or tonic. The hemorrhagings awesome, drinking beverages, vodka, as I sever the last portion of your appendages off. A new category in the porn industry, limb sawing's a hobby & fucking your jigsaw of a body. Tourniquet dipped in vinegar cider, signature style, all cylinders fires, any similar admirer gets their integers sized up. Wimper in silence. I kidnapped commissioner silver, cut his adams apple, incision & started petitions regarding his visits, & kidnappers release. dispatched the police, ringmaster elite. Fist cracking with speed, left the Grand Canyon holes in the writs. Left em' on cliffhanger, holding their dicks, getting erections before the plot thickens. I hock venom rhyming w/ corked writtens core shifting, with the cerebral bore rippin' through souls physics' sole limits. I stole 'off on a nun hold off on your tongue when you're speaking to god, the out cast w/ a speakkerbox, and reasonable doubt. Penalized and ethered in smog, grim reaper aboard, geisha girls weepin and whoring my penis galore. Sheesh, I want more, her names gina, aloha. That means hi and goodbye in hawaiin and oats know thats. MY flows so black, deadman gave me the D with magic while we watched the BBC channel in english accents. I get ecstatic when rhythms/patterns, swig and swagger in and out of this livingmatter. You'll get bombarded w/ biological weapons. I'm awesome, the only thing I get bombarded w/ is theological questions, a god, you're a peasant, blah blah w/ the sentence, blah blah blah get infected, get checked, the virological essence embodied in blah blahim the best bitch

[Fig]

I dare someone to read this

[PancakeBrah]

decent

[Fig]

Really cuz I think it sucked. ass.

[PancakeBrah]

it was okay for what it is. the whole blah blah word, im better than you with an undulating hanger word. blah word. word. blah blah brag blah word thing he does.

it was okay. don't be mean fig.

[Fig]

He knows I liked it. Let me have this cake. It's all I got.

[big baby]

figurative: the fuckign best

pan: teach me how

[PancakeBrah]

needs more hangers

[Zen]

You guys are weird.

[dull boy]

Dope.

[ill nik-A]

Lol

[oats]

aloha also means love.

[UnbornBuddha]

This was a nice read a bit braggadocio. I assumed that was the point. Nevertheless, you have a very unique way of playing with words. Your name truly fits you. Your like a skilled big baby playing with the whole facet of the English language. It is quite entertaining I might add. Although sometimes you do fashion statements that are a bit eccentric, they still have an impact. I do notice you switch themes quite abruptly, and it's a bit distasteful, and jumbled up. But again, you did name the title "Flow Flatulence" so perhaps you did want to write in a dispersing kind of way.
The way you write reminds of the circus, and I mean that in the best way possible. I personally love the circus. It is entertaining, and riveting.
But admittingly, it is a place of utter disregard to all order. It is a place where almost anything goes. One can perform their craft, or look freakishly asymmetrical and one will get applause, and even an encore for it. It is a place of magic, but also one where accidents can happen. This is where you stumble on words, and do abrupt switches of the theme that is distracting, and never really goes anywhere. I don't know if you always write in such way, I assume not considering I've only read two pieces from you. I do wish to read more, and learn more actually. But perhaps a more serious piece that you pour your heart into.
Anyways I hope you write more.

[Blanco Bishop]

This was afun read.

My style of writing.

[Wise Wiggles]

this made my girl squirt

[DexLabb]

U aint sayin nothen man. just farts and balls slapping the side of ur leg. say SOMETHEN.

[big baby]

no nigga fuk u don't read wat I rite losah

[Zen]

Lol @ you ain't sayin nothen, then you tell him to say something.

Left em' on cliffhanger, holding their dicks, getting erections before the plot thickens. I hock venom rhyming w/ corked writtens core shifting, with the cerebral bore rippin' through souls physics' sole limits. I stole 'off on a nun hold off on your tongue when you're speaking to god, the out cast w/ a speakkerbox, and reasonable doubt.
^^wowzer

[Pharaohs Army]

i thought this was a fun whirlwind.
i really like this part the best, because i laughed the beginning of the first sentence, but moreso because of the rhyming.

Originally Posted by big baby

Warning: this forwarded optional post contains floral support, an audible score coupled with comical prose at the requiems office. Equilibrium's offset, w/ a Pentium optic, hacked into the systems metropolis & stole a Chevrolet Corvette.

i also really loved the "D with Magic / BBC Channel" rhyme.

i would say it jumps around a bit, mainly boasting and joking (yes,i already know you'll say you were serious on some of it heh heh)... anyway.. jumps around and is boasting and joking.. but I of all people am in no place to criticize such a style.

[Kin]

the negligent son of Chael Sonnen.
haha sick

Eloquent puns entailed. Elephant trunks for sale. My Regiments, rough. You're irrelevant, nothing. Frail. The specialist male pundit, meticulous spell.
whoa!
Try & challenge me, guy. I played badminton w/ no hands against an entire African tribe.
Fire
Warning: this forwarded optional post contains floral support, an audible score coupled with comical prose at the requiems office.
Yessiiir...killin it there
Tourniquet dipped in vinegar cider, signature style, all cylinders fires, any similar admirer gets their integers sized up. Wimper in silence. I kidnapped commissioner silver, cut his adams apple, incision & started petitions regarding his visits,
---damn b

so this had some crazy strong moments..an a few parts I considered juz fillers...ideas kinda all over the place but this is still Blazin' you got some bars man!

Don't really understand your character on here but you make me laugh when I read random replies you have...thiz is actually the first piece I've seen from you an it surprised me cuz' I was expectin' a lot more simple shit...dunno why... But you def. got the writtenz mastered...easy to tell

Salute on the Barz!