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SuPreaM Lyricyst
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No show verse from this week in the AOW. Posting to say I have contributed to the Open Mic lol
TOPIC: "What am I working on? Uh, I'm working on something that'll change the world and human life as we know it." The Fly, 1986. With precision and skill, the deliberate drill riddles the bone Spiraling slow, in the middle until, the parietal lobe Is exposed , and the fissure to fill, shimmers and glows- Not a little would spill…. as the enhanced bot’s hands, Twiddle the swill that grasps his last glimmer of hope… In the darkness, lit, with bits of his artifice, He found it hard to sit Exhibiting the start of his harsh visits with Parkinson’s Alarmed, his twitch an effective marker of seconds, Four point five every time since the remarkable session When he lost track of the bone flap and his jerked wrist Hurt six nerves in his last patient – flatline – no rhyme or purpose The shakes resurfaced, and the weighty duress of his curse sent Him searching for a cure to inure him for sure -100 percent His plan was perfect – First, have the chip inserted And by ionic convergence through the work of the bionic surgeon The silicon merges in with dendritic particulates Weaving an intricate web amidst cells with no stimulants He called it “The Brilliance Chip”,… and he would be the first to test it He’d either die under the lights or live to give his best gift… ..and with the three-pin Mayfield clamp, the bot belabored The hair patch, intact, once botched with shots of lasers, Now stood, our good doc, head sandwiched in bandages Took good stock of his bot’s “mess”, scanning for damages His laughter swelled, 4 and a half seconds after held No twitch! He felt as if he had come back from hell!!… As the smell of the pancakes basked late in his nostrils He imagined the flapjack’s taste in his tonsils And found his mind whirring at amazing speed.. Every tiny color and shade? He was taking heed Blinked *click* like a shutter, he could save it, frame it Went to test his IQ, in untamed amazement, Took it twice, hard to buy what the score was claiming …three-fourty-five?? Floored! There was more remaining.. He could read heavy tomes of the hardest science Then begin heady poems on his thoughts’ appliance Great unsolved problems? He planned decoding From carving fullerenes to protein refolding The keys to dark matter and the spark of free will He’d start in his field, ask his heart to be still! For he, the past shade of a once-great neurologist, Would finally take his place in the halls of thought and consciousness… ..Now that his Parkinson’s was nixed, he wouldn’t stop at this.. He scribbled thoughts that mixed with problems solved in chops and bits Because, just think of all the cash and photo ops that pop up quick..! To catch the genius doc who teaches all, whose flaws do not exist! And as he ran, he popped a pic of his accomplishments Uploaded it and sent the JPEG to accomplices.. And here, I read the screed of which I only post a shard.. Because to see the rest left me bereft with broken heart – “Dear Esteemed Colleagues-
I have solved many of science’s most unsolved problems. In the 300 page tract to follow, you will find *most* of my equations, theories, and provable solutions. I entreat you to first consider the following questions: dknowdnoiasnlkn1oindf98924@@$%@nfkion@$#T942Fsioi8 dnio2$T@$%@#io9isndsdinkasdod9h3@$@@!#s0dskna0o894 023442498s8@W#@%#U^%SFF#%DGRYDFHH$%3490sfjoainn09u 4@$$^#%Sf9inslks8lsnssd!@#R#^T@$%Wdnosnsoindiuonwo indfoknsuir#@$#$^#osnsdoinls@$#^#^#$klknsdonwr#W$^ #slkjjdonw@#$#^%#....”
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I actually read this yesterday in the closed battles section and it was dope then and dope now.
With precision and skill, the deliberate drill riddles the bone Spiraling slow, in the middle until, the parietal lobe Is exposed , and the fissure to fill, shimmers and glows- Not a little would spill…. as the enhanced bot’s hands, Twiddle the swill that grasps his last glimmer of hope ^^^Dope opener. I loved the lines as well where basically every word was a rhyme like the first Parkinson's bar. I love shit like that lol. But as for the concept I think it's brilliant going with that quote and I can't remember who you had to face in the AOWL but anyone would have trouble beating this. As for the story, I'm assuming at the end you realize he hasn't cured anything and he's just gone mad, am I right? But all in all this a great verse, I've seen better from you but this is still a great and fun read. Btw I kept picturing Michael J. Fox as I read this.... |
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SuPreaM Lyricyst
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ha word.. I had a whole like 5 lines explaining what happened, then realized I was at 48 or so, and then also wanted to leave it a bit ambiguous. Wrote this at like 3 in the morning trying to get it in. Basically, he loses the ability to communicate. All the brilliance in the world, no way to share it.
Good look!
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