THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[dead man]

battle-ax the tabernacle, 40 acres and a camel
jack-o-lantern stab a motherfucker in his adam's apple
matter of factly romantic making a scene
got your sister feeling saltier than asian cuisine

[Exis]

The scent of jizz on your lips doesn't entice me to kiss you
ain't give a shit your a trick it's the other dick that's an issue
if I slid in I'd split you,
completely slicin' thru tissue
like Kleenex meets scissors,
or heated knives amidst butter movin' quicker than missiles.

[Wise Wiggles]

Originally Posted by dead man

battle-ax the tabernacle, 40 acres and a camel
jack-o-lantern stab a motherfucker in his adam's apple
matter of factly romantic making a scene
got your sister feeling saltier than asian cuisine

And I've been aging in dreams. Playing favorites. A waiting disease.
Thoughts of raising my niece. Nothing as distasteful as grief
Fuck it. It's all forest fires. Flames to the trees
She never wants to stay, always raking the leaves
Magic's gone. Taken, Prestige.
What talent? Can't waste what was free
See footprints in wind when I pace in the breeze

[Vulgar]

Dream worlds decay at a rate past the trailing roots
determinism provide/supplies
look at the white globular creation mist in all its space
Aryan implicates - and then the black void mirage which
contains/houses it, there you have presented a
Virginian cottonball self extracted from a plant by its own stem
"Circle the right answer choice bubble, Gegard."
"Well, Monsieur Archimedes, it isn't as simple as a
rotationally guided lead pencil strike on a Scantron land target
Don't call me by my first pen-name either, it begets
the purpose of living so far off the grid I'm doing
Aleksander Karelin's Olympic laundry

I've not the eyes of a dynamo nor the voice of an initiate
Human limits bring me to knees but I'll have organization
sooner than later than the planet can spin justifiable myth-work
you know, DARPA manufactured these kneecaps personally
and they are mighty instruments
for the disposal of your modern markets

Melatonin chose US, not the other way around
Sagan's skin tone was significant because his acne
never threatened the stature
of a Big Red Spot; military industrial complexes
don't compromise the big-bad wolfgangs
in their decadent Austrian hovels puffing algorithmic cigars
listening to Von Something's concerto
in which he mans the constant amoebic drift
as a Red Baron...
macroscopic number games on the menu tonight, boys!

It's going to be like the Bay of Pigs, and Hog's Head,
as most financial overseers (financiers) would
cower at the risks involved in funding
an Atelier for Better World Opportunities -
while a better world would exclude those institutions
so you see the beanstalk continents
stretching for countless hemispheres
also have lengthy terms.

"Liquidation of assets" [Putrefaction of an endocrinal sac]
Speed-train transport takes cosmic egg to unsanitary children coop
not chronological and nothing crosses the road
not even your friendly neighborhood tumbleweed modification

"I don't give a squattin' anteater who your darn allies are,
ya mischief minin' Blanka tooth fairy Paracelsus rip-off!
Ya marmaduke raisin' mandrake root eatin' liver contaminant.
Eat a Dresden dick with bitter garnish."

Prepare the anesthetics, Doctor Knife.
The patient is tucked away neatly, surgery style,
viewing faculties: bifocals and glass pipe - under connived.
How ironic yet displeasing.

What kind of a name is Hans?!

R U ON DRUGS?

My neurons smudged.
Abiogenesis tilled grammatical dust on a Ouija board belt.
Can't tell you how many droughts are caused by dry creativity spells.

You - take - your - Videodrome - film - score - and - shovette - where - the - sun - don't - chai.

Akhenaton's green tea smoldering away on the stove
the solitude of an airport lounge
the lonely relic of a decommissioned haystack in Ghana
A cold mired morning in Baluchistan
A riddle that'd make a cryptogram cringe
A Venn Diagram on what good writing shouldn't be

[big baby]

you suck at pretending to suck and be lame @PancakeBrah

a bottle feelings. Then drink it all cause I'm
an apostle feeling you. But you won't tell cause you're soft
you'll let the molestation occur. melted blades i unearth
it's leatherface, drinking a silky texture of several lames. Enough to make the ground convulse
It's a milkshake, I could teach you but I have to charge you with ten thousand volts

[Fig]

space cadet
place ya bets

[Split]

there's a lot to be said
for that type of silence.
holding a wake for the wind
palms to the sea, flotsam inswept
the asylum that begs for a shuddering twist

[dead man]

baser's delight. beige in the light. make me alright
relapsing is so much easier than saving a life

[Vulgar]

ellipsis of the atrium geish
I'm eating biscuits with Arabian knights

[Certain]

I'm eating sausage with gravy and rice, then flossing to savor it twice.
And for dessert, well, I only share my Frosty with ladies I like.

[Exis]

Cravin' the mic, not really
my textin' is amazingly nice
so audio ain't a thing to me kid
you can make some cling to this shit and have us say that it's like
we're attracted to bull bitch
while it's the opposite fool
which,
isn't considered as raw kid but some lazyness typed.

[e11even]

Slimy as a courted labia midway through the night.
Iight tab tipping the tongue in a haze, tripping like
The days somehow made a way for the hike
Skimming the vines in each lane, catching the beige in the light
The fray with its cold, but'd still braise with that bite
Reminding one of the tews that tend to make the way back as nice.
The wave of regret and renewed faith in the sails of your life
But still makes you crave the craze that is the pains of your heights.

[Split]

i'm washing clean of this petri pilates.
it's cream cheese biscotti. that's gross.
that ghost, that you dapped, left his dignity rotting.
i'm raw and uncut like sycamore stumps,
sapping your sapience with meta4 sumps,
flag waves at lap pacing, catching the gradient
from semaphore clumps.

[Wise Wiggles]

I'll bend a whore's cunt in half then eat it
My mask is breathing. It asks to leave,
I laugh & grab my penis
Don't have my bladder leakage splash your cleavage
I soaked this rag in ether. Huff it then stab your wiener
I'm like a raptor, teething on human bones
I'm doing blow & crack this evening
I like where this is going- sapp & tree shit
I just can't believe It. Stupid, shiesty clown
I use the moon to write w/clouds
I'm nude & hyper now,
In class teaching the students to fight w/towels

[e11even]

Consonants can't prove i write with vowels.
Contrite the vows, as they sicken i wipe my mouth.
Nauseous aching, the caution staking,
An awesome undertaking to wipe you out.
Hang ten or twenty, bounties aplenty,
But the red on the leaves still whites you out.

[Exis]

I'll leave you silenced pal, quick to slice your mouth
from side to side go 'head and bite me now
I'm the wildest, doubt it? Yo get your mind around it
& your fuckin' life together 'stead of livin' like a coward.

[e11even]

More like i toke on hand sanitizer n' pose with costume jewels n' flour.
Prose?. Pfffffffft. I'm over the top, but I'm actually Pride's Terrence Howard.
Prize fighter. A fighter's surprise. Fight her, "Surprise!"
Tear her flower. Tear it out her. I'm fly. Ur a twin tower.
Puffing power. Ur a powder puff Powerpuff, not tougher than Sour
Patch value packs, you salvo-backed tiki Bowser.

No mc's were harmed in this intro's outro.

[Exis]

My elbows crack up features faster, your a weaklin' bastard
off the leash attached is a freakin' master
I masturbate on freaks until the semen's plastered
over every midget,
you senseless bitches can blow my digits
then owe shit back or get owned in minutes
by this boa constrikter that'll eat your asses.

[e11even]

Ewwwwwww... wat a scene to teach the masses!
With each goat kid i dip in beaker's acid...
I kid another GOAT with deep tissue ass kicks.
Its science. I got the glow. U can keep your matchsticks,
With your fiya flows n speakers pumpin that ether asher.
Imma sneaker snatcher... a deeper cat
To peep her snatch, going deeper than catheters.
U see this sleeper, black? Im a cheaper crack...
My lean is more old school than bball shoes with inner feet attached.
Geek. I been a beast. Its fact.

[Certain]

This is the non-confessional diary of an empty shoe,
left behind in the vestibule,
set to die as a vegetable.
Spinach. In a can. Wider aisles to enter through
at this grocery store. I'm open. You're closed.
Times align with the crescent moon.