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8-29-13 Week 6 WCL

Writing Sample - Aesthetic

m the rat in the alley, starving for a fight.
Im the food behind a cat, attacking a mouse.
Without me; a frame without a house.



Animal Instinct


im like a shark in the ocean whose teeth are broken,
cant get a grip, so im slowly decomposin,
or a penguin on the ice with feet completely frozen,
I keep movin forward for the weak and least imposin,
at my core a sand crab on the shore, suffering from beach erosion,
trying to keep my head above water after each explosion,
sorta like an orca underwater, I got deep emotions,
opposed to revealing my true feelings but I keep exposin,
and as I feel defeat approachin, things are bleak so I seek a fulcrum,
so i could pivot and exhibit inner peace in motion,
but im like a turtle facing hurdles, with each prupulsion,
the only thing im slowly headed for is complete destruction,
my marriage is just like a parrot, we have brief discussions,
so I try to Ram head first through my problems, but i keep concussin,
I wish I was a frog in a bog, so i could leap or something,
and get a new pad instead of dealing with this frequent shunning,
ive been called an animal, really i wish i was,
cause they do what they do really just because,
hunters had it right, what did we become farmers for?
id rather be a dirty blood thirsty carnivore,
running on instinct, then this runs through my mind as I contemplate,
it would be much more relaxing to be a plant and just cross polinate






8-22-13 Week 6 WCL


___Specific Task - No same letter in the same sentence


In the beginning of my sentence, received a letter from mom,
she wrote, hope every things ok, just try and remain calm,
we have the appeal process started, give it a chance,
and it will be proven that your just a victim of circumstance,
take a glance, I sent papers, legal documents,
so in court you don't seem feeble, but instead confident,
its really common sense, that youll be home soon enough,
don't worry about a place to live, your old room hasn't been touched,
just give it a couple of months, have faith and discover,
that god created miracles, ill keep praying, Love Your Mother

a lot of time had passed, still didn't receive a letter,
everyday lifes getting worse, hoping for a note to make it better,
feeling really disconnected, from the outside world,
no contact from my kin or that supposed ride or die girl,
I sit and reminisce, envisioning happier times,
till finally a letter came, with a name, on the front that was mine,
it read, Dear Client, sorry for all that you've been through,
ive been working on a solution but alas things are never simple,
the appeal has been negated, despite my continuous persistence,
you will remain incarcerated and no longer can I provide assistance,
an invoice will be sent to the address we have on record,
best of luck, Sincerely The Firm of Siben and Fletcher,

that was it, game over, my optimism had come to an end,
until someone hollered "another letter, this one from your girlfriend",
it said, writing this is awkward, words cant describe,
how much I wish for an embrace together, away from prison, outside,
these last few months have been strenuous, really quite a wild ride,
and yes I mentioned we'd be forever, but it seems that I lied,
I was drowning in an ocean of emotions, just mentally broken,
when someone threw me a life vest, now I confess, I am floating,
please do not think of me simply as a filthy whore,
but im eight weeks pregnant, and the baby is his, not yours,
so this message is the last im sending, done pretending,
Best Wishes, stay healthy, this is how we are ending

so I sit in my cell lonely, alone, forgotten,
the fruits of my labor have all grown so rotten,
a man is fucking my girl and I cannot physically stop him,
my whole family shuns me, like an embarrassing problem,
each letter that ive shared, rare, one of a kind,
never repeated, each one a different person has signed,
no one wants to hear, about horrible things Ive seen
life moves on, they get back to a daily routine

and picking up a pen and paper, to write a criminal is not part of it
but some day ill be free, and everything will be marvelous_____________
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8-15-13 Week 4 WCL


Res ipsa loquitur = “the thing speaks for itself.”




Eddie was a comedian on the circuit, a ventriloquist,
he could make the audience laugh without movin his lips,
the back and forth banter between him and his dummy,
seemed like self deprecating humor, that was genuinely funny,
his puppet was named Buddy, and was exceptionally mean,
verbally destroying the man that controlled him was the theme,
this was the part that people found most amusing,
cause Eddie actually looked like his ego was taking a bruising,
they had a bit, Eddie would drink water while still making him talk ,
and Buddy would say "this fag likes to swallow, its the only way he gets off",
after the show all the promoters could never understand,
why even backstage, the comic kept Buddy firmly placed on his hand,
and have the puppet making demands, like suckah pay up,
the club owners would roll their eyes like come on Eddie enough is enough,
but it was never enough, Buddy would talk and then talk some more,
people even overheard the two conversing as they walked out the door


next day at home he was awoken, from a really deep sleep,
by a sound in his driveway, the closing door of a jeep,
it was a reporter, for an interview about a show in the upcoming week,
Eddie opened the door with his hand covered, hidden beneath a sheet,
the reporter said, " Ed do you have a few minutes to speak?",
ive interviewed all the comedians on the bill, your is the last one I need to complete,
he said, "come in, lets get this over with, go head take a seat",
and yes I sometimes keep my hand covered, don't think of me as a freak,
its just this is how I make a living, so I don't want it to get injured or weak,
so I do daily lotion treatments, and try to use it the least,
the reporter said "I saw your show, you and buddy killed the crowd",
and id love to see him up close, I really hope that's ok and allowed,
that's when he heard Buddys voice, it was muffled and loud,
something about let me out, I want to make father proud,
Eddie yelled shut up before he could finish the sentence,
the reporter was convinced that he was an insane schizophrenic,
so he gave him a look and he cracked, that's all that it took,
he said fine want the fuckin truth, ill open the book,

listen motherfucker! I have a twin brother,
and after our birth, we were never separated from each other,
so instead of having us made fun of as kids,
my father decided to put us into showbiz,
he wrote the jokes until his heart attack,
now Buddys the talent and im just a hack,
have you put it together? now that ive revealed my past,
I don't control the dummy, Buddy wears it as a mask,
just to make it clear so you fully understand,
he never fully developed and is attached to my hand!,
so I guess there is only one thing left to do,
take off the sheet and introduce Buddy to you!



8-8-13 Week 3 WCL

TOPIC : Mickey Deez Nuts by Copycat

Welcome to McDonalds, can I take your order please?


ya ok

ill take a number eight, filled with sodium benzoate,
the artificial additives added in just make me salivate,
I want super sized servings of ammonium aspartate,
as I try all the sides of triglycerides that my body can tolerate,
and its only a dollar? great!, preservatives preserve my passion,
so im gonna keep eating value fries until my chairs collapsin,
give me altered potatoes from pesticide filled soil,
then deep fry it in partially hydrogenated soy bean oil ,
and let me get a number six, that pic is eye candy for my optics,
my love of byproducts is an instant synopsis,
if all this food is filled with is chemicals and poison,
then that's exactly the deliciousness that ill be enjoyin,
yes! this is what it feels like to really be alive,
biting into a big mac with extra calcium peroxide,

would you like a drink with that?

ofcourse

give me the cup with a swimming pools appearance,
and fill it up with ice and high fructose corn syrup,
oh and cant forget the kids, I see you have a real deal,
a toy with a processed burger packaged as a happy meal,
what a steal, wait im feelin kinda drowsy on top of hungry,
see let me get a large coffee harvested from a third world country,

does that complete your order


yes I believe that does it, how much am I in debt,
to use my body as a test tube chemistry set
don't worry I do this every single day,
and the FDA tells me that everything is gonna be ok
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Old 09-04-2013, 02:01 PM   #4
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8-1-13 Week 2 WCL

The Pillage of a Village on the Silk Road


reverse the sands of time and observe the fertile crescent,
as the Khazars are diligently searching for a purple essence,
during this era it was referred to as the serpents necklace,
because it was found inside the throat of a certain menace,
see when the venom of a cobra is given to a working chemist,
it could be manufactured into a pigment, considered by merchants precious,
the winds of trade blew across the silk road, hurting peasants,
because once snakes were found in a village, people were seen as worthless tenants,
so these communities viewed themselves as being cursed by their presence,
and they turned to drastic methods to be rid of this slithering tempest,
raising and releasing mongooses in numbers that approached tremendous,
was a plan expertly executed, but the results were still horrendous,
that scheme nearly brought the whole village pitifully to its knees,
when it was found these animals carried an easily transmittable disease,
try as they might none of it worked, these commoners kept getting hurt,
people dying for the dye found in the most ornate shirts,
while the Khazar King smirked, getting richer by the day,
exporting brightly colored fabrics, to lands far away,
but the wealth wasn't spread, conditions for the misplaced grew more vile,
until finally, the color purple was considered out of style,
a mercantile, shift allowed the land seized to be freed,
as the focus shifted to the other side of Khazar, the Persian Gulf seas,
see it was found when an octopus is carefully dissected,
the blue ink found inside could then be collected,
periwinkle scarves, navy pants all colored so bright you could be blinded,
but no one ever asked if the little village that sat on the coast minded,
and so the circle of commerce continues, there is nothing these people could do for a while,
except wait until next season, when blue is out of style
a color wheel of terror, that only the poorest will know,
all this suffering, just so the wealthy could have special clothes,
but the Khazars aren't special, this practice was here to stay,
look down at your sneakers, this still takes place today
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6-9-13 Round One AWOL Playoffs vs Witty

one of the last pockets of civilization, isolated alone,
from the rubble of a lost empire, they created a home/
elders try to remember the past, others contemplate the unknown,
looking at former cultures with contempt, while celebrating their own/
they are able to build buildings, without raising a stone,
using debris that washed ashore from the dangerous zone/
this city is like an organism, it has basically grown,
out of necessity, the recipe, has abrasively shown/
that the opulence of society, left it excessively prone,
to come crumbling down, so those left, aggressively comb/
the beaches, cause everything they need is in the sea,
fully harmonious with the ocean, conducting symphonies/
with hydroponic harvests erupting instantly,
fishing with nothing but spears , hunting visually/
with a thirst for balance, so after conquering water and land,
they started an aeronautics program, that's part of plan/
to expand, towards the horizon, seeking, searching,
trying to unlock all mysteries, through teaching, learning/
they take care of each other, so while the weak are hurting,
everyone helps out, in a community, each is deserving/
the way of life, after things broke is completely working,
but there is a phantom menace, that's discreetly lurking/
all the exploration, has caught the jealous eyes of others,
scouts from another village, have seen, discovered /
the prosperity, so they have a scheme to plunder,
and take everything, because they are suffering from hunger/
so blades are sharpened, armor is applied,
chanting warriors scream, let the farmers die!/
word gets back to the people, they feel calm inside,
they have a bigger population, to push on, survive/
raise an army of their own, the enemy will be here soon,
plan to defend by launching harpoons from hot air balloons/
and use pontoons, carrying soldier, getting past that will be hard,
but as they hear an explosion, they are all caught off guard/
someone with a bomb, snuck past, swimming beneath,
the city comes crumbling down as history repeats/
each side has a small number of survivors, about fifty each,
that eventually wash ashore with some debris on a distant beach/
they are one of the last pockets of civilization, isolated alone,
from the rubble of a lost empire, they will create a home/



5-4-13 Week 11 AOWL vs Objective

the warning signs were there, but we remained defiant,
now our actions have awoken a sleeping giant/
that laid dormant for years, keeping completely silent,
till provoked by those opposed to seeking guidance/
and the few that did seek guidance found only teachers teaching violence,
so we were led down a crooked path by believing science/
and as they try to backpedal all these retreating tyrants,
will pay dearly for turning all the trees into papyrus/
many will suffer, infected by a sinister virus,
but lets keep turning a blind eye like were missing an iris/
while failing to realize that what were actually missing is kindness,
we got off track, like our species has a twisted alignment/
so this askewed view has created a mission that's timeless,
meaning were out of time, so if we don't become a victim of climate/
well still be trapped on a dying planet, like a prison confinement,
listen by my own admission we are pitifully spineless/
as the jellyfish in polluted water, swimming in silence,
we rape the earth, then cook the harvest on a kitchen appliance/
the backlash? we feel the wrath that the guardian brings,
marooned by monsoons caused by coastal flooding/
lightning flashes, the sky lets out a thunderous sound,
as acid rain washed all our dreams onto the ground/
see when you consume the bloom all day, then still pray for nectar,
nature fights back, till your whole sector is full of doomsday preppers/
we extract and replace with waste, in landfills and dumps,
then act surprised getting hit with superstorms like every two months/
in the end were gonna lose, reaching critical mass is how,
id say that's what the future holds but its happening right now!/
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6-26-22

Vs Frank


explored the colony , discovered an amazing place, now I travel to work on a hover train in space,
my job is to harvest specimens, that contain a trace, of the minerals earth needs to be obtained and replaced,
this profession has given me fame and my name is embraced, but on the inside I feel so ashamed and disgraced,
for my actions I should be detained in chains and restraints, sometimes suicide seems to be the only way I can make an escape,
there’s a pain in my face, developed a twitch in my eye, when I signed my contract I was a victim of lies,
I soon tried to quit and was quickly denied, but that’s what happens on the moon when value systems collide ,
I was given a bribe a lavish dwelling that my division provides, but I really want to leave so it feels like a prison inside,
my soul is so deceased but the mission survives, before I took this assignment I should have listened to Clyde,
he wanted to convince me he tried, he knew something was wrong, when they told me none of my associates would be coming along,
instead I have to work with robots that emit a humming so strong, that I often sing songs to prevent from becoming withdrawn,
I was conveniently sworn, to secrecy about my work, it had to raise eyebrows when I ordered a thousand shirts,
here at the lab it’s like I’m always around a nurse, these androids are caring for babies that weigh a pound at birth,
they’re property of the corporation, born for only one purpose, to be fully dissected and have their minerals purchased,
and it’s my job to separate whats nutritionally worthless, from what’s profitable by mining their physical surface ,
this pitiful service , is performed on a daily basis, to maintain the earth lunar economic homeostasis,
this community’s an oasis, thats burgeoning with pilgrims, but the residents don’t know , that it’s funded by murdering children,
this facility produces hundreds of specimens a day, that are then quickly coated with a gelatin spray,
which makes it all the easier to have their skeletons splayed , stripped of nutrients , and sent off to Pelican Bay,
on rocket ships kept cold or the cells will decay, and that’s why I want to leave im living in hell if I stay,
I fell and I prayed , surrounded by god forsaken drones, they use my genetic material to make me into clones,
I was only chosen because it’s easy to duplicate my genome, I wish I could get on a ship that would give me a lift and just take me home ,
every day I kill myself, over and over again, the bodies are disposed of, i get no closure with them ,
so late at night when I’m alone in my den, all I really want is to be back at home with my friends,
they provided me with a female cyborg so I got companionship ,through intercourse she collects my DNA but it’s not compassionate ,
so I lay here and rot in all of this extravagance, and regret ever becoming a molecular analyst,
in an elaborate twist, I’m told my work will continue after my death,
a clone of me will take over and then HE will have these regrets

the more I explore the colony, the more disdain I have for this place, but yet still I travel to work on a hover train in space
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