THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

Wise Wiggles · 01-05-2015, 09:05 PM

Want a quote from the grim? You ghost?
Show me your shit. Penis ant
Wingless dance
C'mon, Win a chance to float with the pen..
The ink is acid, it's gonna try to soak in your skin
But, this- this is thin ice.. Care to go for a swim?
Single file zombies. Already croked on dopamine singe
No heart, Dorothy.. There was never a pulse in that tin
Walk around in circles, underneath the sky's pulp w/a grin
I'm laughing, really, such a pure joke from a Djinn
Fisting poltergeist cherry, chipping these shoulders of flint
Careful. Please. Got that arrow<3three sown to limb
You're calling on who? Ain't no fucking phone from within
Spit memory. This that photo of phlegm
Lets get this car full,
Marshall's a fifth deep- wants to go for a spin
Everyone's busy, trying not to let all the moments just end
Want to take it all in. The more you focus, they blend
I swear to god there's nothing left here, all of Portland is dead
The possiblities. Look what grows from my Forest of breath
All that is good and evil, lets store it in flesh
Wake up and smell the.. Oh, a morgue- so morbid and fresh

01-05-2015, 09:05 PM	#11
Wise Wiggles nok Su kow Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 4,505 Battle Record: 1-1 Rep Power: 51788022	Want a quote from the grim? You ghost? Show me your shit. Penis ant Wingless dance C'mon, Win a chance to float with the pen.. The ink is acid, it's gonna try to soak in your skin But, this- this is thin ice.. Care to go for a swim? Single file zombies. Already croked on dopamine singe No heart, Dorothy.. There was never a pulse in that tin Walk around in circles, underneath the sky's pulp w/a grin I'm laughing, really, such a pure joke from a Djinn Fisting poltergeist cherry, chipping these shoulders of flint Careful. Please. Got that arrow<3three sown to limb You're calling on who? Ain't no fucking phone from within Spit memory. This that photo of phlegm Lets get this car full, Marshall's a fifth deep- wants to go for a spin Everyone's busy, trying not to let all the moments just end Want to take it all in. The more you focus, they blend I swear to god there's nothing left here, all of Portland is dead The possiblities. Look what grows from my Forest of breath All that is good and evil, lets store it in flesh Wake up and smell the.. Oh, a morgue- so morbid and fresh __________________ "black as midnight..black as pitch blacker than the soul of the foulest witch" Last edited by Wise Wiggles; 01-05-2015 at 09:20 PM. Reason: Died