Like a fist in the eye; like a knife in the back;
shaking the hand while left-handed holding the axe...
Right wings want order - left leaving for peace,
center is open for debate but out of league.
The record like a math problem out of track.
The verdict has been rendered Johnny Storm dealt with;
angry smurfs on a rampage over crimes against NPC's.
What is it to wreck Dodge Vipers and tread on their strife.
Another mans rape victim is someone elves waif!
Behind some dark throne siblings even intervene...
What is right or wrong can be said inside a boundary of rules;
those who stand aside can't play the game and judge abuse.
Socket players know it all - jurors on the couch confine;
nothing more bittersweet than vengeance and interest collides.
As little birds tweets about diamonds in thiers stomach accuse!
What is at hand more worthy, than what is on the roof;
what you let go, cant fly back to you, just like an arrow!
The wizards are folly the wise men set aloof.
The bark of the tree invents himself the dog and its woof;
nobody gives a fuck for compassion censored to Gallows!
Black eyes matter; tears and tatters even more;
acid and venom, bones shattered asking for underscore...
Over the margin and under the hills and dungeons;
some treasures should be left unsought - mansions
endangered... by greed and vice alone shall be rinsed to sores!
Tuesday, December 18, 2018
Rend in Piece
I was pretending to be dropped dead on record
while born to be wild and unhinged. My cardiac arrest
was fond of 50 shades of Gray's Anatomy merged
with Dr. Moreau's island, the abridged version 3.07
Was at peace with myself and I was quite thrilled
to say the least. The mouthpiece of the endangered
meme was a handful of crap playing Black Sunday
while figure-skating with Pearl Harbor and Waterloo
What makes some politicians site musicians to be born
in US? Are they torn between being noticed and being
real... or is fakeness the new avant garde? The new
je ne sais quoi - peut etre come ca... It'l get by somehow!
Whipping my expectations to butter, as the cream was oozing
out of my sweat and nostrils. Noisy Parkers there skedaddling
bamboozled obituaries of hangmans jokes what nobody would
fart about. Still it is necessary to rend in pieces - though in Onepiece.
One is more pace than three without getting confused with conflicting
intentions. When the swan, the cancer and the salmon decide to agree,
that consent is on that they disagree on at least three and a quarter things.
The closest road to finding equilibrium has always been doing nothing!
Why is nihilism so alluring to wise men? Is it that nothing is real;
or for the cold receipt... That we don't want to pay anything else
but the Prometheus way - at least by means of Asclepius, turning
the hoofs over to lead astray and seek some rays of light at the end.
The tunnel vision was still bleak and showing off Rocky Balboa and Rambo
with a sprinkle of Californian dreams. The only reason why Schwarzenegger
couldn't build his library was that he wasn't affiliated with Wizards of the Coast
and a mere namesake and not a real nigger. Arguing with presidents also hurts.
The Summoning misshapen and emerged as the catcher in the rye and lord of the flies.
Nothing is more alarming, than a man who stands on two legs and dost not have tantrums.
Tambourine and sugarmen are always more famous than bats; spiders and sycamore trees.
Suffocating on sophomores suffering of Lycanthropy and Arachnophobia confused together...
Lay it to rest to grow some fools gold just as Pinocchio as some trubadures sang "La Camisa Negra"
and "Ill Grande Niente" with "Rien ne va plus... And rhe casino was closed for there where no
indians nor frog skins in the VIP lounge! Some frenchmen there opening a bottle of gin and there
accursed as traitors. Maybe the station at Bond street should have commented on that but they didn't...
while born to be wild and unhinged. My cardiac arrest
was fond of 50 shades of Gray's Anatomy merged
with Dr. Moreau's island, the abridged version 3.07
Was at peace with myself and I was quite thrilled
to say the least. The mouthpiece of the endangered
meme was a handful of crap playing Black Sunday
while figure-skating with Pearl Harbor and Waterloo
What makes some politicians site musicians to be born
in US? Are they torn between being noticed and being
real... or is fakeness the new avant garde? The new
je ne sais quoi - peut etre come ca... It'l get by somehow!
Whipping my expectations to butter, as the cream was oozing
out of my sweat and nostrils. Noisy Parkers there skedaddling
bamboozled obituaries of hangmans jokes what nobody would
fart about. Still it is necessary to rend in pieces - though in Onepiece.
One is more pace than three without getting confused with conflicting
intentions. When the swan, the cancer and the salmon decide to agree,
that consent is on that they disagree on at least three and a quarter things.
The closest road to finding equilibrium has always been doing nothing!
Why is nihilism so alluring to wise men? Is it that nothing is real;
or for the cold receipt... That we don't want to pay anything else
but the Prometheus way - at least by means of Asclepius, turning
the hoofs over to lead astray and seek some rays of light at the end.
The tunnel vision was still bleak and showing off Rocky Balboa and Rambo
with a sprinkle of Californian dreams. The only reason why Schwarzenegger
couldn't build his library was that he wasn't affiliated with Wizards of the Coast
and a mere namesake and not a real nigger. Arguing with presidents also hurts.
The Summoning misshapen and emerged as the catcher in the rye and lord of the flies.
Nothing is more alarming, than a man who stands on two legs and dost not have tantrums.
Tambourine and sugarmen are always more famous than bats; spiders and sycamore trees.
Suffocating on sophomores suffering of Lycanthropy and Arachnophobia confused together...
Lay it to rest to grow some fools gold just as Pinocchio as some trubadures sang "La Camisa Negra"
and "Ill Grande Niente" with "Rien ne va plus... And rhe casino was closed for there where no
indians nor frog skins in the VIP lounge! Some frenchmen there opening a bottle of gin and there
accursed as traitors. Maybe the station at Bond street should have commented on that but they didn't...
Offend me not!
Entrenched on picket fences; lost the trace to transpose
fending off vultures on sepulture roost who never took on
a flight over Jordan... The white house will mow it and the lawn.
If on root something is fizzling and spiraling embers into a mount.
Charging horses for a discount even for a donkey's head would do!
Crossing the boxes and digging in. Following all footnotes to nosebleed
diving divinations of divorced endorsements of concrete walls and brick-gasms.
Spewing out peewee microwaves what are soft and tender. Butt without lore...
Asses are best cheered by blind bandits who have a poker-face
while Avatar goes in spirit drinking the cup what she never possessed.
Offend me not - when somebody offers his 10 cents and I'm three quarters
down from parler to parlor the manors mason their fervor in spree...
Going postal on continental breakfasts at France as the yellow coats drew a red flag
while the white card was lost in action. How many Republics does it need to
change the light in the bulb to darkness? Suffice if on stagecoach the shotguns are loaded.
better not throw in the corner or on edges as the cut has yet to be directed.
Dichotomy in dissecting the distinction of a clinical meaning behind words, while
some brats are hugging the wrong dream looking for cinnamon rolls and cup-cakes.
It's trolling to see Beergynth play Beowulf and Macbeth Modigliani... It must be
an existential nightmare blighting to flee from what and who you really are or where...
Picking my nose for blood and guts what I lost at a divinity counter discounting mushrooms
for muffled machine-guns while Uziel was hanging out with Raphael and Leonardo...
Coke-dreams there piped down and shut into a formerly disclosed construction site
havocking the northern hemisphere of the brain with cartoon network and the southern with MTV
Broadcasting was witch-hunted into oblivion as someone copyrighted all dictionaries into ASCII format
and asked Cesar and the Borgias to back it up. Machiavelli would not have done it better or worse!
Scoring the foreclosure of eroding eye-sores in diplomatic breakdowns and walloping all critics to do betters
while the floor is wet and the wall is still dripping... Fasting for steadfast grinds left no man standing behind...
As the talking hands there flicking fingers the devil pulled a horn and three dicks into side-winded obscurity.
Scrutinizing the Scrooge of sense while insanity has been made paramount and intolerance common creed!
Shut down while you still say everything meaning bull, radishing the dead horses and Trojan counterparts.
No spartan is welcome at home, because he was not killed in battle even after returning the left shield!
Paying the ivory price as the iron and gold are forged to Aether, contemplating on the convergence
of promiscuous ideology convulsing between controversy and paraphrasing cataphatic theories of
positive thinking over binged criteria. Even if the glass was long broken, it was deemed too full of himself!
Impending on the doom of war-games, some craftsmen set sail to find Atlantis and washed up in Manhattan!
If it there just Philadelphia or Memphis, even Paul would have sent a letter to rectify the discourse and tantrum. Offend me not - as the tenure of meaning was parallel to a diagonal horisontality vertically encircled
with ensorcelled blades left without hashtags and bars to comprehend the new wave of solutions...
The puppy eyes there cutting edge and the crocodile tears there full of acid, corroding even Diablo away.
fending off vultures on sepulture roost who never took on
a flight over Jordan... The white house will mow it and the lawn.
If on root something is fizzling and spiraling embers into a mount.
Charging horses for a discount even for a donkey's head would do!
Crossing the boxes and digging in. Following all footnotes to nosebleed
diving divinations of divorced endorsements of concrete walls and brick-gasms.
Spewing out peewee microwaves what are soft and tender. Butt without lore...
Asses are best cheered by blind bandits who have a poker-face
while Avatar goes in spirit drinking the cup what she never possessed.
Offend me not - when somebody offers his 10 cents and I'm three quarters
down from parler to parlor the manors mason their fervor in spree...
Going postal on continental breakfasts at France as the yellow coats drew a red flag
while the white card was lost in action. How many Republics does it need to
change the light in the bulb to darkness? Suffice if on stagecoach the shotguns are loaded.
better not throw in the corner or on edges as the cut has yet to be directed.
Dichotomy in dissecting the distinction of a clinical meaning behind words, while
some brats are hugging the wrong dream looking for cinnamon rolls and cup-cakes.
It's trolling to see Beergynth play Beowulf and Macbeth Modigliani... It must be
an existential nightmare blighting to flee from what and who you really are or where...
Picking my nose for blood and guts what I lost at a divinity counter discounting mushrooms
for muffled machine-guns while Uziel was hanging out with Raphael and Leonardo...
Coke-dreams there piped down and shut into a formerly disclosed construction site
havocking the northern hemisphere of the brain with cartoon network and the southern with MTV
Broadcasting was witch-hunted into oblivion as someone copyrighted all dictionaries into ASCII format
and asked Cesar and the Borgias to back it up. Machiavelli would not have done it better or worse!
Scoring the foreclosure of eroding eye-sores in diplomatic breakdowns and walloping all critics to do betters
while the floor is wet and the wall is still dripping... Fasting for steadfast grinds left no man standing behind...
As the talking hands there flicking fingers the devil pulled a horn and three dicks into side-winded obscurity.
Scrutinizing the Scrooge of sense while insanity has been made paramount and intolerance common creed!
Shut down while you still say everything meaning bull, radishing the dead horses and Trojan counterparts.
No spartan is welcome at home, because he was not killed in battle even after returning the left shield!
Paying the ivory price as the iron and gold are forged to Aether, contemplating on the convergence
of promiscuous ideology convulsing between controversy and paraphrasing cataphatic theories of
positive thinking over binged criteria. Even if the glass was long broken, it was deemed too full of himself!
Impending on the doom of war-games, some craftsmen set sail to find Atlantis and washed up in Manhattan!
If it there just Philadelphia or Memphis, even Paul would have sent a letter to rectify the discourse and tantrum. Offend me not - as the tenure of meaning was parallel to a diagonal horisontality vertically encircled
with ensorcelled blades left without hashtags and bars to comprehend the new wave of solutions...
The puppy eyes there cutting edge and the crocodile tears there full of acid, corroding even Diablo away.
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