Give up your hopes, forsake your lost dreams;
sell your soul -- checkers beats chess;
the holy chestnut of all Beavis decrees:
"I have but one headbut up my confess!"
Concussion - the pillow fight to blight
the upright fragile Yandere vs Yaoi
as Carrie went postal on your Blackberry on-sight.
Alas I sign up for any kind of shinigami...
Nighty night, as the Rose punched Naruto
out cold with its askew, to ring some bells.
I'm still weeping on the retiring of Baruto:
sumo slammer is not my best friend in those Schells!
Rhyme reversed psy-ops holistic nonsense;
and some folks still think, their sweadish meat-balls.
I have to lend myself a fist in the dragons eye intense!!
If that isn't enough, the angel of mercy may come as a trap catcall...
Conclusion -- Kuro chose to datebajo Kitsune Hime
and got a slap in his face, which he took as a Yes.
Omae wa mou shinderu, as his name was marked benign;
Ningen was adrift to Rashomon with heavy duress...
Wednesday, August 28, 2019
Gobbled A Book
Mercy merged with a mercenary, emerged victorious,
killing emergency room candidates, with loving-kindness!
Pillaging that pun and meming it up, was the best allmighty heist,
I might have pulled out of my rubbery magic hat...
The rubber duck and the rubber ghost, went to the rubber cell
and cupboard, to cyborg some bored diggested toads,
what frenchmen dissed in New-York for a Sting out.
I don't know much about writhing poetry, except It.Works --
E.T. is Alive and welcome to have a discount in breakfast at Tiffany's.
After sniffing some bible quotes and drinking strong coffee;
fermented with Nietzche; Dostojevski and Baudelaire.
Markii de Sade had a say in it, but I neglected to come up
with a stand up reproach to give it an enticing reproach.
Having my close encounter with poverty - my Qwerty spitfiring Overtures!!
I gobbled up some goblins, rummaging through my spinach reserves, Pop-eye
didn't wanna share, so I had to flag him as intolerant. Existing little in between
the lost sententse, what got missing in translation. If anyone should find it --
please call 555 - STFUIMAONVM thank you and have a naive day...
Spinning fervently in my denied green cards, of Mars and Snickers on the road to Venus.
Hell, its been a long time, since I hoisted Me; Myself and I, with our own pretard,
relying to having only 8 alternate personalities instead of nine --
Tattletaling the Kitsune Hime, to be called Oni-chan. The tails and legs of my
blue-black and white lies, there short lived and fraudulent, with frequent mayhaves;
perhapses and lapses in judgement. Some heinous truths of the certain kind,
what only a jedi master or a sith-lord could fathom, how many hay-makers and
uppercuts it takes to change a lightbulb into LED and join into the light inside the darkness.
Myself thinks it is nice to tell me about it, that I am Amanda Hugnkiss, in case you're wondering.
When I was young, we didn't have any cosplayers, we called them just counter-revolutionaries!!
On my own volution, I attached a canary to a claymore, in order for craving some more begged
going theres, to educate the fringe, to exist within the moral guidelines. I was asking for it;
I knew it was coming -- TABULA RASA -- and the father of Homer wrestled with God
and His Vision to make the leap of faith, while the son didn't have it to be like the son of Eli.
Nodding in the right direction with my thingers and toetags, as my facerag cast out demons;
who askewed: "And who the fuck are you supposed to be?!" I entered my subpoena
right between Isa 28:10 and Malachi to Jeremijah's bottled jars of clay to taste the wines...
They had turned to water, like gasolin, what was forgotten and forlorn; as the zombies roamed
the earth -- careless and free. The Hell was hot and digging in Microsoft and Google.
To have the unmarked greaves beastmode Californications and Bohemian Rhapsodies in Blue...
My own personal RNG had a hick-up, I was stranded in the middle of Destinies Child and Prodigy!
I portrayed my betrayal of Nod to pick my own poison from the friendly Kiss and be Mansioned.
It would be nice if U2 would join with Metoo and have a bastard son of "burn it" on some
teenagers t-top. Die hard fans know, how and there to land the chopper and the cop car!
Not even duke nor MC Hammer wouldn't know how to touch this, lest to talk about Caleb and Styx;
still it stinks to be memed and stuttering of memememe as I draw all the attention seeking miss-incels, who missed the spot, to hiss in some other bush, what was not in some oldmans tale the punch-line. Avatar still had a gathering with Loki to give him airbending, while Thor learned fire and lightning. Nod even the hammer couldn't be bent to her will, but he was hellbent to give it a nice try!!
Not eventful to stutter along as I long for a throng of mice to be held on the tip of the needle, dancing with a thousand and one angels and white elephants, who nobody can see, nor perveive...
killing emergency room candidates, with loving-kindness!
Pillaging that pun and meming it up, was the best allmighty heist,
I might have pulled out of my rubbery magic hat...
The rubber duck and the rubber ghost, went to the rubber cell
and cupboard, to cyborg some bored diggested toads,
what frenchmen dissed in New-York for a Sting out.
I don't know much about writhing poetry, except It.Works --
E.T. is Alive and welcome to have a discount in breakfast at Tiffany's.
After sniffing some bible quotes and drinking strong coffee;
fermented with Nietzche; Dostojevski and Baudelaire.
Markii de Sade had a say in it, but I neglected to come up
with a stand up reproach to give it an enticing reproach.
Having my close encounter with poverty - my Qwerty spitfiring Overtures!!
I gobbled up some goblins, rummaging through my spinach reserves, Pop-eye
didn't wanna share, so I had to flag him as intolerant. Existing little in between
the lost sententse, what got missing in translation. If anyone should find it --
please call 555 - STFUIMAONVM thank you and have a naive day...
Spinning fervently in my denied green cards, of Mars and Snickers on the road to Venus.
Hell, its been a long time, since I hoisted Me; Myself and I, with our own pretard,
relying to having only 8 alternate personalities instead of nine --
Tattletaling the Kitsune Hime, to be called Oni-chan. The tails and legs of my
blue-black and white lies, there short lived and fraudulent, with frequent mayhaves;
perhapses and lapses in judgement. Some heinous truths of the certain kind,
what only a jedi master or a sith-lord could fathom, how many hay-makers and
uppercuts it takes to change a lightbulb into LED and join into the light inside the darkness.
Myself thinks it is nice to tell me about it, that I am Amanda Hugnkiss, in case you're wondering.
When I was young, we didn't have any cosplayers, we called them just counter-revolutionaries!!
On my own volution, I attached a canary to a claymore, in order for craving some more begged
going theres, to educate the fringe, to exist within the moral guidelines. I was asking for it;
I knew it was coming -- TABULA RASA -- and the father of Homer wrestled with God
and His Vision to make the leap of faith, while the son didn't have it to be like the son of Eli.
Nodding in the right direction with my thingers and toetags, as my facerag cast out demons;
who askewed: "And who the fuck are you supposed to be?!" I entered my subpoena
right between Isa 28:10 and Malachi to Jeremijah's bottled jars of clay to taste the wines...
They had turned to water, like gasolin, what was forgotten and forlorn; as the zombies roamed
the earth -- careless and free. The Hell was hot and digging in Microsoft and Google.
To have the unmarked greaves beastmode Californications and Bohemian Rhapsodies in Blue...
My own personal RNG had a hick-up, I was stranded in the middle of Destinies Child and Prodigy!
I portrayed my betrayal of Nod to pick my own poison from the friendly Kiss and be Mansioned.
It would be nice if U2 would join with Metoo and have a bastard son of "burn it" on some
teenagers t-top. Die hard fans know, how and there to land the chopper and the cop car!
Not even duke nor MC Hammer wouldn't know how to touch this, lest to talk about Caleb and Styx;
still it stinks to be memed and stuttering of memememe as I draw all the attention seeking miss-incels, who missed the spot, to hiss in some other bush, what was not in some oldmans tale the punch-line. Avatar still had a gathering with Loki to give him airbending, while Thor learned fire and lightning. Nod even the hammer couldn't be bent to her will, but he was hellbent to give it a nice try!!
Not eventful to stutter along as I long for a throng of mice to be held on the tip of the needle, dancing with a thousand and one angels and white elephants, who nobody can see, nor perveive...
Saturday, August 24, 2019
Kenaz - The Truth is silent, but lies outspoken
The truth is silent, revered and abhorred;
it seeks no guidance, it lusts for no cause.
Things are but easy, notions complex;
there dost your shoes point, there is thy quest!
The truth is silent, it rallies no flags;
no walls get bolstered, no chests emboldend
shall prag. It grabs no loot, nor ceizes no quarter;
this is thus and there shall be no debaucher...
The truth is silent, but lies outspoken;
like Aphitophel they speek of grandeur
while the yokes of old flourish and multiply;
turning wood into iron; bronze into steel.
it seeks no guidance, it lusts for no cause.
Things are but easy, notions complex;
there dost your shoes point, there is thy quest!
The truth is silent, it rallies no flags;
no walls get bolstered, no chests emboldend
shall prag. It grabs no loot, nor ceizes no quarter;
this is thus and there shall be no debaucher...
The truth is silent, but lies outspoken;
like Aphitophel they speek of grandeur
while the yokes of old flourish and multiply;
turning wood into iron; bronze into steel.
Random-Basic
Don't ascend onto a mountain, if hating
to descend into a glen or get your thumb wet.
Even the silverlined clowds carry raindrops;
the brightest summers days, carry bittersweet
foreshadows to remorse on your prevails...
If you can't build a kingdom for the flies;
dost court for ships around the hillgiants!
The Good Graces dost not like to be marred
as a state of marriage, then discarded as puny;
intended to be the bragging right in some tavern...
Your mirror is empty, so should be your cup.
Your chimny is empty, so should be your mind.
Your house is empty, so should be your want.
Your anger is full -- thus it craves for blood;
your outrage is pregnant of vengeance, thus breeds death!
Be vary of things what want to season other things.
While loving-kindness is the better form of kindness;
insanity is not the better form of sanity!!
Always know what you add, subtract and multiply;
also your intent and outcome as you divide and encounter.
to descend into a glen or get your thumb wet.
Even the silverlined clowds carry raindrops;
the brightest summers days, carry bittersweet
foreshadows to remorse on your prevails...
If you can't build a kingdom for the flies;
dost court for ships around the hillgiants!
The Good Graces dost not like to be marred
as a state of marriage, then discarded as puny;
intended to be the bragging right in some tavern...
Your mirror is empty, so should be your cup.
Your chimny is empty, so should be your mind.
Your house is empty, so should be your want.
Your anger is full -- thus it craves for blood;
your outrage is pregnant of vengeance, thus breeds death!
Be vary of things what want to season other things.
While loving-kindness is the better form of kindness;
insanity is not the better form of sanity!!
Always know what you add, subtract and multiply;
also your intent and outcome as you divide and encounter.
Take Heart
"Shivalry is dead, let's replace it with drive-ins;
courtesy admonished!" and Man kindled on stage.
Godspeed has no signpost, the highways there dimming:
"Roadkills shall corner the pockets of outrage."
I shall be given their own pretard, hoisted and ready;
We shall be fractured like Behemoth of old.
All shall be "See!" hared hat-tricks draw suckers steady.
Nothing is done for the glitter of fools Gold!!
Take Heart as the wicked do Evil -- You do Good!
wickers are fine-crafted, they burn all the same...
As the wind blows, don't swing with its moods;
stay your ground and course, and don't care about F(R)ame!!
courtesy admonished!" and Man kindled on stage.
Godspeed has no signpost, the highways there dimming:
"Roadkills shall corner the pockets of outrage."
I shall be given their own pretard, hoisted and ready;
We shall be fractured like Behemoth of old.
All shall be "See!" hared hat-tricks draw suckers steady.
Nothing is done for the glitter of fools Gold!!
Take Heart as the wicked do Evil -- You do Good!
wickers are fine-crafted, they burn all the same...
As the wind blows, don't swing with its moods;
stay your ground and course, and don't care about F(R)ame!!
Absolution Impersonal -- Distract this!
Fuck you and have a nice day!
My frag limit bounced and so did my blender;
the CD did too, Metoo was dismayed;
as the wrecking ball dicked inside my house...
The rent was lit, I had ignored the dues;
the bank called in on the button raise folded.
I got no money, nor was I shagged with a clue;
So I became the Ronin in the forest emboldened.
Strapping four knives on both fists, and daggers on shoulders;
Two Claymores on my back and two colts on my belt.
It was hard to move, for I wasn't accustomed, just like woulders
citing David in front of King Saul to kill Goliath felt.
"Thus sayeth the lord" had to slay her, as the light bent on my knee;
did the slander had a new denomination to have its own pronouns?
My King James didn't Google it and I wallowed over the debris...
swallowing old spit, what my nosedives had surmounted.
I wanted to fart milk out of my nostrils, as I was drinking one,
believing it roofied. The Archangel of Sixto exorcised my replies;
"You have to be due or else we reap your rewards undone.
so press F for your fielty and no F for you!!" outcries...
I hit the road with a jackhammer and gobbled the stones on the road to Hell;
my intentsions there good and Godspeed was haunting;
nobody could walk there, so they hovered like spirits... creatures there thus -- Fell.
The Abyss got its fair share nevertheless daunting!
Absolute this -- the discounts are coming. The Mall has a fervor;
If you call in now, we half off your splendor --
swerve all your Silver and hold nothing for future or servo!
for two souls we give you a new demonic pitchfork or a Demenfador!!
My frag limit bounced and so did my blender;
the CD did too, Metoo was dismayed;
as the wrecking ball dicked inside my house...
The rent was lit, I had ignored the dues;
the bank called in on the button raise folded.
I got no money, nor was I shagged with a clue;
So I became the Ronin in the forest emboldened.
Strapping four knives on both fists, and daggers on shoulders;
Two Claymores on my back and two colts on my belt.
It was hard to move, for I wasn't accustomed, just like woulders
citing David in front of King Saul to kill Goliath felt.
"Thus sayeth the lord" had to slay her, as the light bent on my knee;
did the slander had a new denomination to have its own pronouns?
My King James didn't Google it and I wallowed over the debris...
swallowing old spit, what my nosedives had surmounted.
I wanted to fart milk out of my nostrils, as I was drinking one,
believing it roofied. The Archangel of Sixto exorcised my replies;
"You have to be due or else we reap your rewards undone.
so press F for your fielty and no F for you!!" outcries...
I hit the road with a jackhammer and gobbled the stones on the road to Hell;
my intentsions there good and Godspeed was haunting;
nobody could walk there, so they hovered like spirits... creatures there thus -- Fell.
The Abyss got its fair share nevertheless daunting!
Absolute this -- the discounts are coming. The Mall has a fervor;
If you call in now, we half off your splendor --
swerve all your Silver and hold nothing for future or servo!
for two souls we give you a new demonic pitchfork or a Demenfador!!
Behold -- the Darkness.
Glimpse in the abyss, rewind me aback;
the gothics are falling, batman lost track.
Superman murdered, Joker drank absinthe --
out of syringe; matrix was bleeding.
My walls crumbled like corn-flakes had cracks.
Each of them ruptured its own ravenous plot.
Chupa chups and dance maccabre converted:
Chupacabra emerged and poisoned the lot.
Lolita was swearing she's 18 from Finland *name omitted*
Galliwanting between the games of drowning;
the dreams had elongated and slumbered to madness.
The mermaid was calling: "There are plenty of brownies
at home, just hop on the saddle and lets ride careless!!"
The Horse elongated and gathered around;
no muse nor silense dared stutter a sound...
Mulder fornicated, Bart was weeding out grass;
the Reaper quit his job -- there was no spare, alas!
Immortal we immolate our bodies in zounds.
God dost not have mercy, for the mirror is empty;
all glasses shall be filled -- all minds enlightened!
After all is found for the sheeps thrill: "A pleasure frenzy
for morning, one for the low noon..." soon Ragnarok to be blightened.
Belittled spoon spoke to the biggoted spoon: "Let's go outside!"
While the bar was blown up and lost in spaces.
The lion lost his mane and crossed Styx to abide
there was no stream of blood in my heavy-vodka embracement...
no trace to be solved to accomplish nor hide...
Laughter was hideous, like the barber of Fleet St. lauded a day;
the masks carnivored its rust. No cloak could make a dagger --
the wisemen had no fischermens friends pint of goo to say...
I guess they're too weak and fragile to care for a small-talked blabber!
Behold - the Darkness -- nothing is All-knowing!
From nothing we're created, soon to be there.
God is dead, we killed Him encored to be the bowie
what soon shall follow up -- who's the first one to dare?
The skeleton in the closet shall flak - the new reaper sowing...
the gothics are falling, batman lost track.
Superman murdered, Joker drank absinthe --
out of syringe; matrix was bleeding.
My walls crumbled like corn-flakes had cracks.
Each of them ruptured its own ravenous plot.
Chupa chups and dance maccabre converted:
Chupacabra emerged and poisoned the lot.
Lolita was swearing she's 18 from Finland *name omitted*
Galliwanting between the games of drowning;
the dreams had elongated and slumbered to madness.
The mermaid was calling: "There are plenty of brownies
at home, just hop on the saddle and lets ride careless!!"
The Horse elongated and gathered around;
no muse nor silense dared stutter a sound...
Mulder fornicated, Bart was weeding out grass;
the Reaper quit his job -- there was no spare, alas!
Immortal we immolate our bodies in zounds.
God dost not have mercy, for the mirror is empty;
all glasses shall be filled -- all minds enlightened!
After all is found for the sheeps thrill: "A pleasure frenzy
for morning, one for the low noon..." soon Ragnarok to be blightened.
Belittled spoon spoke to the biggoted spoon: "Let's go outside!"
While the bar was blown up and lost in spaces.
The lion lost his mane and crossed Styx to abide
there was no stream of blood in my heavy-vodka embracement...
no trace to be solved to accomplish nor hide...
Laughter was hideous, like the barber of Fleet St. lauded a day;
the masks carnivored its rust. No cloak could make a dagger --
the wisemen had no fischermens friends pint of goo to say...
I guess they're too weak and fragile to care for a small-talked blabber!
Behold - the Darkness -- nothing is All-knowing!
From nothing we're created, soon to be there.
God is dead, we killed Him encored to be the bowie
what soon shall follow up -- who's the first one to dare?
The skeleton in the closet shall flak - the new reaper sowing...
The spoon is broken
The glass half-empty sorely lived;
livered in onions severing dreams.
Pickeled my entransement infringing "What gives?"
spooning solutions and cumming for creeds...
The beads there of Marbel, the Ivory from Hungary;
I simply am, but the stomache was mongering.
No, scratch that hunger -- those there from Holland!
Perhaps it was time to boil some cancer... crumbling:
Lobsters there eating the titanic, thus it sank collared;
insodoing made the water salty. And the tweet was tumbling...
The glass met a spoon, happily ever after;
as daylight broke in, the spoon was broken.
Some said: "Intact" others "Infract" --
there is the Truth and there are the facts.
Receipts there missing, actions omitted.
My eyes just barfed my ears vomitted...
Divorce happens, what's the difference?
All good ends meat its winter to spring anew;
the moral failures are the avangarde's honeydew --
can can you heart me more, yea prudense?
Luther was, and Lothar died trying.
In being attacked the death-knight was scrying.
Elder races there tired of turmoil, thus made a golem,
to avenge their brethren. It was touching my marrow,
I saw the world burning. Jokers creed was at Texas Hold'em;
I sold em a dollar - and wagered a gera -- shackles there borrowed!
I blinded my sight like a Tor on some pinewood;
Odin promised to due on Wednesday -- and got speared...
Please don't tell me, its any kinds of Food;
I can pick my poison from french Fish impaired...
Swearing on sailors and drunkated parlors;
to there shall the journey now enterprise?
the King is dead, long live the bling -- arbors
revolving on nothing as apogee seizes!!
The earth was flattened by elevator music;
I saw the paint cover itself up from the wall.
Paint buckets there filled and dead Fish was musing;
the stink was just haute culture and the new black-call!!
The spoon was on canvas, as was the glass corosive.
Framed to be immortal, but alas, the soul, he escaped.
GDI tried to capture, a silent Nod was just abrasive;
gentle nudges to the right G-spot killed Katara; Aang; Toph.
"Quid est Veritas?" as Pilate had said...
Broken in mirrors, what emptied by resolve;
deus ex machina was malfunctioning distorted.
Man came from monkey to a fly-fischer was evolved.
I choose not you, for the balls on Concordance --
the daydream had disolved... Good riddance in valve.
livered in onions severing dreams.
Pickeled my entransement infringing "What gives?"
spooning solutions and cumming for creeds...
The beads there of Marbel, the Ivory from Hungary;
I simply am, but the stomache was mongering.
No, scratch that hunger -- those there from Holland!
Perhaps it was time to boil some cancer... crumbling:
Lobsters there eating the titanic, thus it sank collared;
insodoing made the water salty. And the tweet was tumbling...
The glass met a spoon, happily ever after;
as daylight broke in, the spoon was broken.
Some said: "Intact" others "Infract" --
there is the Truth and there are the facts.
Receipts there missing, actions omitted.
My eyes just barfed my ears vomitted...
Divorce happens, what's the difference?
All good ends meat its winter to spring anew;
the moral failures are the avangarde's honeydew --
can can you heart me more, yea prudense?
Luther was, and Lothar died trying.
In being attacked the death-knight was scrying.
Elder races there tired of turmoil, thus made a golem,
to avenge their brethren. It was touching my marrow,
I saw the world burning. Jokers creed was at Texas Hold'em;
I sold em a dollar - and wagered a gera -- shackles there borrowed!
I blinded my sight like a Tor on some pinewood;
Odin promised to due on Wednesday -- and got speared...
Please don't tell me, its any kinds of Food;
I can pick my poison from french Fish impaired...
Swearing on sailors and drunkated parlors;
to there shall the journey now enterprise?
the King is dead, long live the bling -- arbors
revolving on nothing as apogee seizes!!
The earth was flattened by elevator music;
I saw the paint cover itself up from the wall.
Paint buckets there filled and dead Fish was musing;
the stink was just haute culture and the new black-call!!
The spoon was on canvas, as was the glass corosive.
Framed to be immortal, but alas, the soul, he escaped.
GDI tried to capture, a silent Nod was just abrasive;
gentle nudges to the right G-spot killed Katara; Aang; Toph.
"Quid est Veritas?" as Pilate had said...
Broken in mirrors, what emptied by resolve;
deus ex machina was malfunctioning distorted.
Man came from monkey to a fly-fischer was evolved.
I choose not you, for the balls on Concordance --
the daydream had disolved... Good riddance in valve.
I accuse
0:11 "They shouldn't be in America!" (Well they shouldn't, because their support of *Illegal Immigration* destroys america.) Last time I checked the President can't really do anything about it. He also is just a man, who has an *cough* opinion. 0:18 "This is my Natural hair-ika" (The wig turns into a lapdog) So now you're making fun of bald people covering up their lack of hair. Why not make fun of cancer patients who wear red hats while you're at it? Can you prooth that Trump doesn't have real hair? 0:22 The Infamous Four jumping out of the Picture and confronting Trump like a bad rip-off of Scrooge. The problem is -- TIF is not our moral absoluute who should restore the Christmas spirit or any spirit. Even the Spirit of Communism would go back to the graveyard and rubbish bin, if it heared this song. Onward we go... "We more american when you're wife - she's not to be present in my life!!" As for the first part: Really now? Is that a fact? Supporting *Illegal Immigration* is more American, than letting your husband be the President of the United States, instead like Obama's wife, who constantly had a say on anything... Because, if your husband is something, you as a wife must fight capitalism and oppression like some kind of merger bedween Mordekai and Esther fighting against the extermination of the Jews. (Just read the bible about those two) And even that story is better in describing why this story is so bad at delivering its message! As for the second part -- *Defamation and Slander!* Can. You. Prooth. That?? And don't give me that it's just a joke -- you're influensing the voters, like Google with it's liberal bias always does. 0:30 "Your lovelife makes us heath (wither away)" Why should the President of United States have a say in your lovelife?? Or you because of that have a say about his?? America always has tolerated both puritanism and frivolous tendensies i.e. LGBT or Social activism -- so now that tolerance; acceptance and democratic courtship is a bad thing?? REALLY??!!? There'nt the Democrats supposed to *protect* Democracy? Or are you on Order 66? 0:39 "You're missing a point with the monuments -- its Ok with what God sais in my pants" I just cry inside... so you (the bear) decided to kill (impeach) the fly (Trump) who landed on the nose (Presidency) of the sleeping man (USA) and you used a stone (gringy song) to do it. Alas, you also killed the Man!! (USA; Humor; The Simpsons; Common Sense... etc.) Nietzsche would just stare you silently... for you killed it, and others have to run pelmel with a lantern on broad daylight, to look for an answer how to solve it! I wont even askew about prooth anymore... so redundant. 0:50 I wont even write it down what came next, just Ibid. Argh. 0:59 Really now? Trump is scared about the number of Democratic Candidates? Why would that be again? Show me one Democratic candidate - because in politics multiple candidates are a bad thing, for their sqewer the voting pool and don't give you anything good. This is the reason why Democrats and Republicans both choose one candidate to rally for them all, so all of one team could maximize the effect of their votes -- who could win against Trump, if tomorrow was election day! I open BBC and it's debunked! If Trump would be scared, he would already have caved in and bend the knee while stepping down from the Office. Also the inherrent defamation of elderly people what comes next. You should be ashamed of yourself! Trump never dances cancan!! His principles prevent that... Oh! Now I get it. You're like the cavemen, who draw Mammoths and hunters on the wall and a successful hunt, because, that will give you the win!! I shall put a tablet as your gravestone, looping that clip with the engraving underneath "Here lie the principles of the Democratic party; the Independence and Transparancy of the Press" Just send a drone and kill me now, there is nothing more to be seen (Homer bleaching his eyes!) #Trump2020
The link to that Simpsons Anti Trump clip is here: https://youtu.be/ErhaWVG0o1I
The link to that Simpsons Anti Trump clip is here: https://youtu.be/ErhaWVG0o1I
Tuesday, August 20, 2019
Witch-Craft
Inhale, we Trust -- in hail we mourn;
mornings scorn, wails pleased to be born.
Worn at your leisure, worn out of measure;
treasoned -- seasoned, just for the pleasure!
Daze it. eraze it; rubbing it in unfazed shit.
Coming for more and begging for seconds hit;
minutes are running low, hours are wasted - lit!
Graves are craving, ass walking dead raving;
rambling skeletons, gibbering ghouls in the closet!
Some vultures and crows with their beaks are rapping;
dead donkey's heads-tails over the cross roads imposed...
Make some sense, incense to be licensed;
nosense for nobody -- intense pleadings
for insane precedings, as precept over precept;
the ruler over rulers -- outlaw about lawless...
Thug lives to be chored in a Battle Royal game of whack-a-mole!!
Drunkated gatherings and scapegoated caters;
catepillars hated the tabernacled catastrophes.
"Villains!" All to be liars as friar be mater --
inate inmates checked out for the instate phobes...
Making bacon and sqewering lemons, onions torn up;
raspberries sullen. Bubble-gum, lolly-pop, cherries and oisters...
behind the picket fences all hail the sitting duck.
Bull was there and Long-Horn was a corny twister!!
Black truths and white lies rue the day silent;
merry go round and bloody the tabletop...
Frenzied shouts better than subtle plays
Mayham and May-day may have a Maybe;
perhaps in nine month inches are missed from the spot.
May or April -- bee or the hive. Flowers and forests;
bushes and tea-leaves for the blind. And the keen who've got...
Woe to me for the daily prophet like a smuglers copter,
trolling on the toe tag, toed in the moral frag-limit gag.
The cap is on wager -- is it here or there. Anyone - Guess;
maybe Gucci or Vogue -- someone's duress is in lag...
Imao the next pretender who has dwarfed thoughts to be confessed!
Which craft was wicked enough to concoct and bereft
the virtuous posers of their cloths and splendor?
Dost who wished to leave with such haste, abandon --
as blood and doom gloom over the next diablo going to tinder...
Fire and brimstone asunder over my genie in the jar of claymore
as the parcels speek all kinds of tongues and bit me fourscore.
Scoured a pillage and dug a grave for a sandworm;
Sandman was giving me the last warning for copyrights forlorn...
In freezers infringing while running men cringy --
spiderman got cancer and Hulk married Bat-man unhingedly.
Burk Erking was naked and was hauled in the squalor --
sorry my french was having no quarter nor parlour...
Mercy was absent, Marry stood by -- bloody her trench coat
Mockingbird sighed... Raven was white and papers there thin;
yellow tendrils there closing in. As I grinned fairwell, it grimmed me to sin.
My sim card was damaged, as fractured on a whim...
No memory, no discord, no tweets to be maimed:
I had to rename the folder I kept my heart wounded and my text plain!
Complaining about small talk I beg to be deterred. Steadfast in doubts
and anxious my creed. Defecting the deflecting with deathening silence in vain,
Gaslit the green thumbs over the last second mile I forced myself to go...
Poetry and powerty may give Poe a nice try to be in elementary and get schooled!!
mornings scorn, wails pleased to be born.
Worn at your leisure, worn out of measure;
treasoned -- seasoned, just for the pleasure!
Daze it. eraze it; rubbing it in unfazed shit.
Coming for more and begging for seconds hit;
minutes are running low, hours are wasted - lit!
Graves are craving, ass walking dead raving;
rambling skeletons, gibbering ghouls in the closet!
Some vultures and crows with their beaks are rapping;
dead donkey's heads-tails over the cross roads imposed...
Make some sense, incense to be licensed;
nosense for nobody -- intense pleadings
for insane precedings, as precept over precept;
the ruler over rulers -- outlaw about lawless...
Thug lives to be chored in a Battle Royal game of whack-a-mole!!
Drunkated gatherings and scapegoated caters;
catepillars hated the tabernacled catastrophes.
"Villains!" All to be liars as friar be mater --
inate inmates checked out for the instate phobes...
Making bacon and sqewering lemons, onions torn up;
raspberries sullen. Bubble-gum, lolly-pop, cherries and oisters...
behind the picket fences all hail the sitting duck.
Bull was there and Long-Horn was a corny twister!!
Black truths and white lies rue the day silent;
merry go round and bloody the tabletop...
Frenzied shouts better than subtle plays
Mayham and May-day may have a Maybe;
perhaps in nine month inches are missed from the spot.
May or April -- bee or the hive. Flowers and forests;
bushes and tea-leaves for the blind. And the keen who've got...
Woe to me for the daily prophet like a smuglers copter,
trolling on the toe tag, toed in the moral frag-limit gag.
The cap is on wager -- is it here or there. Anyone - Guess;
maybe Gucci or Vogue -- someone's duress is in lag...
Imao the next pretender who has dwarfed thoughts to be confessed!
Which craft was wicked enough to concoct and bereft
the virtuous posers of their cloths and splendor?
Dost who wished to leave with such haste, abandon --
as blood and doom gloom over the next diablo going to tinder...
Fire and brimstone asunder over my genie in the jar of claymore
as the parcels speek all kinds of tongues and bit me fourscore.
Scoured a pillage and dug a grave for a sandworm;
Sandman was giving me the last warning for copyrights forlorn...
In freezers infringing while running men cringy --
spiderman got cancer and Hulk married Bat-man unhingedly.
Burk Erking was naked and was hauled in the squalor --
sorry my french was having no quarter nor parlour...
Mercy was absent, Marry stood by -- bloody her trench coat
Mockingbird sighed... Raven was white and papers there thin;
yellow tendrils there closing in. As I grinned fairwell, it grimmed me to sin.
My sim card was damaged, as fractured on a whim...
No memory, no discord, no tweets to be maimed:
I had to rename the folder I kept my heart wounded and my text plain!
Complaining about small talk I beg to be deterred. Steadfast in doubts
and anxious my creed. Defecting the deflecting with deathening silence in vain,
Gaslit the green thumbs over the last second mile I forced myself to go...
Poetry and powerty may give Poe a nice try to be in elementary and get schooled!!
Saturday, August 17, 2019
Charge-Free
I is free of charge!
It doesn't contain any We's nor Me's
cause nothing else matters.
Nothing has manifested itself:
Just I and I alone above I-ness,
hovering over the depths of the seas of I.
Myself and Me is not yet there...
I am what I am, nothing is its liking!
Without that I could become selfevident--
Why should an I explain the beginning
and present til the end of being there?
Superhuman, while being inside every man.
So very manly, that no man has ever attempted
it without failure or trembled at its wake!
The dragon who's eaten all our fair maidens;
the monster in our closets and under our beds!
To be and not to bee at the same time;
existance without moral guidance nor reasoning.
No reassurance to bunji us outside of Hell;
to seek the Heavens what are not on Earth!!
Alas, the Heathens, who still seek Rome to corrupt --
Why would Superman need Heaven or God?
To be its own God while not ruling;
to be its own Rule. while not ordaining!!
Nothing to charge and nothing to venture;
nothing to quest and nothing to departure;
nothing to steadfast and nothing to nurture;
just I and I alone, over the rainbow to the pot of I.
The color of no colors; the taste of no taste;
the sane of insane; the tense of intense;
the voice of invoice; the price of enterprice --
but without an Order nor Party nor Corporation.
No fraternity nor church nor Country nor Breed
Pure Cosmopolitan I-ness and nothing else matters!!
And I for every I and I will find the thorn inside your Why --
the bias what are heavier than my loin, to have a reason...
While would I need to think in order to legitimate existance?
I is it's own reason and its own existence projecting Heavens
and Hells inwardly and outwardly! Covertly naming them Me; We and Us!!
It's our cowardice what suffocates I's to have something together.
Because we don't dare to admit to have an I to speak.
Not even for parlor, in order to like to like I--
Let your Me; Myself and I roam free;
without the yoke and the shephard nor Marshal and Bishop!!
Snakes and ladders are other people to I.
Some bring you forward, others hinder.
Some guide, while others bedazzle and blind.
Just because they haven't embraced the Truth!
I am what I am, and nothing more or less than I!!
It doesn't contain any We's nor Me's
cause nothing else matters.
Nothing has manifested itself:
Just I and I alone above I-ness,
hovering over the depths of the seas of I.
Myself and Me is not yet there...
I am what I am, nothing is its liking!
Without that I could become selfevident--
Why should an I explain the beginning
and present til the end of being there?
Superhuman, while being inside every man.
So very manly, that no man has ever attempted
it without failure or trembled at its wake!
The dragon who's eaten all our fair maidens;
the monster in our closets and under our beds!
To be and not to bee at the same time;
existance without moral guidance nor reasoning.
No reassurance to bunji us outside of Hell;
to seek the Heavens what are not on Earth!!
Alas, the Heathens, who still seek Rome to corrupt --
Why would Superman need Heaven or God?
To be its own God while not ruling;
to be its own Rule. while not ordaining!!
Nothing to charge and nothing to venture;
nothing to quest and nothing to departure;
nothing to steadfast and nothing to nurture;
just I and I alone, over the rainbow to the pot of I.
The color of no colors; the taste of no taste;
the sane of insane; the tense of intense;
the voice of invoice; the price of enterprice --
but without an Order nor Party nor Corporation.
No fraternity nor church nor Country nor Breed
Pure Cosmopolitan I-ness and nothing else matters!!
And I for every I and I will find the thorn inside your Why --
the bias what are heavier than my loin, to have a reason...
While would I need to think in order to legitimate existance?
I is it's own reason and its own existence projecting Heavens
and Hells inwardly and outwardly! Covertly naming them Me; We and Us!!
It's our cowardice what suffocates I's to have something together.
Because we don't dare to admit to have an I to speak.
Not even for parlor, in order to like to like I--
Let your Me; Myself and I roam free;
without the yoke and the shephard nor Marshal and Bishop!!
Snakes and ladders are other people to I.
Some bring you forward, others hinder.
Some guide, while others bedazzle and blind.
Just because they haven't embraced the Truth!
I am what I am, and nothing more or less than I!!
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