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12-19-2013, 05:32 AM | #1 | |
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So I harness it. An excuse farmers use for illegal harvest and cultivation. Bar none. Poker bars done. She squirms in frightful terror on bar one. Burned til the color has tarred some, then amputation-to-salt runs. I'm cooked but not done. A medicinal haze fills this dungeon of ours... Her mind's ventured to Mars. I undid the bra of this, now quadropalegic, and saw... What dedication exists in a living zombie needing to exist after it all. Fifth limb dislodged in her jaw. Tearing. A searing to the foundation of her mental, it's walls Peeling. I'm feeling like I'm appealing the laws. Like I'm above the flashlights you see in a mall. Like OJ is confessing to me like, "See? You agree with me, Dog?" I chuckle in triumph as the load is released. One reload and a squeeze and his bitch's limp whole is thrown in the sea. ...and I got away with it, ho. Behold, I alone am opposing your peace. Die... and when you do, may it be so holding disease.
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12-19-2013, 10:28 AM | #2 |
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Look at my face. Am I damaged or what?
The pen's a million pounds & I can't pick it up Fuck cancer, it's sucks. Turns buds to phantoms & duds Dude grasping for straws, trying to capture his guts This camel is bunk. Fucking flatter than hump days Gaze at life in black & white? Is it all panda's & skunks? This is saddness, no funks. Im passive, abrupt. Leave out'a no where, This shits happens when love packs in too much And rips the bag of your lunch.
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12-19-2013, 11:08 AM | #3 |
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The captain of crunch. Fuck, I've been battered 'til numb.
Shattered to shrapnel. Scattered like dust over the matters of love. Shut the trust. Don't let her at it. We'll bust. Speak of myself like another so I don't have to see what happened. Enough. So much has past. Passing me up. Lives I never lived but had in my clutch. Laugh like I'm dumb and can't imagine what's done. Never have recapture what I can't grasp, so I shut my trap. I play happy. Passive and stuck. Half a dad. Half a son. Hole in my guts. Holding my nuts. Emboldened by fun. The type that's lonely and rusts your soul at the plugs. Get into it. Sift through this, it's supposed to be... supposed to be? Hush. Nothing's supposed be. Go on. Hold your rosary, nun. No amount of prayer ever spared me from cuts. |
12-20-2013, 10:50 AM | #4 |
nok Su kow
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I'm bout to carry the sun. Having fun? Carrie's begun
My demons always dare me to run. Overbearing as fuck.. I had it all & forgot to bury the crumbs. Shining shit but I ain't sharing the rum Read the other day that the air needs a thumb But I'm a downer, rounding life off for the midnight clowners The spins, twice found ya.
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12-22-2013, 05:11 AM | #5 |
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Movie screen. Beauty scene. Pious and perjury
Lies, trusts. Occurrences. Our eyes are the verdict. Peaceful plot point - an exposition swelling the flat line it’s a paradox! Walking death - posthumous prime-time inside this box. expression’s contorted in angles vivid views; digital clues dished - imprisoned by rainbow vicarious vice - living an all too lavish condition life of the fabulous. Imagine us of fat disposition! The music! The cash! Scripts written, story is known Now for some dialogue...before the greatest story is told Dialogue *insert dialogue here _________________________
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12-22-2013, 06:03 AM | #6 |
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"What of it, mate?" Exclaiming proudly, awaiting his take...
Guns in my face, stuck as fly pape, only way is down, as this life's skyscraped. Wallet on my desk at work. Stash in my bike. Bike in my driveway. Driveway in another town... "Hurry up monkey! Time's my money! It's Friday!" ...
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12-22-2013, 05:35 PM | #7 | |
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"I ain't got that shit... and if ya'll pop me, there's no profit!" Deep in thought, he fiddles his kurambit. "Take me to it, you bloody liar!" Knife to my esophagus, "If you cross me, that whore you lie with Will be but a spent memory in a coffin!" ...
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12-22-2013, 11:53 AM | #8 |
rhyme capsule.
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kind of funny: it's then i get paid my wage,
not sure that's worth it when a pleb gazes sideways: i'll take a shit on the clock (but not literally, they're too high, right on the wall) my pace & rhythm won't stop a jot physically. i lose my mind to the chore, Time is a whore & mine's such a bore. you don't have it better; we're all faltering. in this cold haggard weather the air's raw. sauntering in a slow, ambled, measure in a holed, fabric sweater's the soul's placid pleasure. from a pen stems the sentiment, it lends a line, or ten: i remember being reminded i'm alive again. |
12-22-2013, 01:46 PM | #9 |
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My eyelids blend & morph to liquid
Abortion clinic line to Portland's picnic For the party people who snort or lick it Borgore delicious. More warped than envisioned Girls looking like Gordo the midget.. Fuck sleep. Walk through the portal to kick it
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12-23-2013, 04:57 AM | #10 |
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Boot up you're computer and log into ya User
Shoot up the energy made by all of the fuses No excuses to make when you honor ya duty Slave to this mechanical box I'm manic n moody Don't panic when moving to reality from foolery The matrix be pulling me into its grasp tuning me Clasp the perfume of human humor and humility Are you feeling me when I reveal that I'm villainous? |
12-23-2013, 05:42 AM | #11 |
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...or do you intend to humor me?
Your tune muses... and is but a fuel I seek. Bleeding a hue new to me, i'm imbued in this blue jewelry you call a mood. I seek to approve, but if you're confusing me with one who'd care for your losing yourself, you might, indeed, be losing sleep. You seek to improve. I'm choosing my newest me from a room of suits by the coolest elite: me, myself, and I. now move. we must make room for the losers-to-be.
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12-23-2013, 06:44 AM | #12 | |
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I was nameless but now I'm named the motha fuckin greatest to free I'm outrageously deep into the favorites list of all the latest emcees Terminator of beef, germinater of success, elevate after my death It all equates to a gladiator who's created a legend legacy left |
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12-23-2013, 10:02 AM | #13 |
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You can cultivate genius. Most relate pieces of prose to states seen in their own forays. We just
provoke and play. Treat it like a role. The paint teases your soul to stay. Reading a poem in plain English as a code that takes meaning. Culminate thesis. |
12-23-2013, 04:34 PM | #14 |
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Giving the crowd pleasers amnesia
a quart of anesthesia. the main feature toucan sam with a 5th of Gin fruitful earnings displaced ligaments Oh no its him again... eating all the Snickers & m&ms
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12-23-2013, 06:02 PM | #15 |
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wrote into a pigeonhole. hopelessly living digital
many pose likes hoes, fallopian in the centerfold coexistence is sensible. onerous and predictable old religions and metronomes - both of these are dispensable colder shoulders than eskimo, frozen like stouffer's vegetables feel your heart racing. hold your composure, let it go
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12-23-2013, 06:47 PM | #16 |
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Hold your composure, let it go
hoes hold on my testicles bitches like "no that's an exit" NO that's my receptacle Regal sepulcher; bury my long dwarfish tentacle Dionysian wine fiend turned source of the spectacle Regal plot - evil docks on King's landing respectable... Furture dwarf GAWD plotting where panties are plentiful... |
12-23-2013, 07:42 PM | #17 |
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Blue orchid. Thumping bass pedal,
I'm dumb. I enjoy Winter. I employ mettle. This wave isn't as fun as the last. If I keep thumping the past maybe some nostalgia will spill out, and I'll write it up as a rap. It's about as fun as pushing your thumb on a tack. These are dog days. There's only so many ways to shoehorn gossamer, coffee, and cross-legged in a text verse. And I'm much too sober for carrying schemes perfectly. Nary. I should be off, finding a Mary in which to bury my dreams. Or in a field. Urgently. Not toiling, trolling away on the deserted lime green, but I'm disenfranchised enough, currently. I'm equipped with rhyme schemes! In the running for ninth place! in a hobby Eminem doesn't pay child support for but #1 in the power ranks for 'Who can be more bored?' My creativity's dried up. Exasperated at five. I just want to rest, lift, and look for the next challenge to find.
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If I ventured in the slipstream Between the viaducts of your dreams Where immobil steel rims crack And the ditch in the back road stop Could you find me? |
12-23-2013, 11:14 PM | #18 | |
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12-24-2013, 01:05 PM | #19 |
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au naturale. fuck a nasty brawl
dive headfirst into a shallow pond of adderall then you'll feel creative and stupid all at the same time white linen and aged wine sipping it through the grapevine
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12-24-2013, 05:29 PM | #20 |
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Magic mouse huge chillin in the tree to the north
Benevolent, pacifist king. A demon of sorts. Dust spirits soar to night skies, believe in the course Silence sings its golden tune in relief of the chorus |
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