Discussion and Disgust

Discussing disgust in the utmost combust;
this gust, that thrust -- all crumbs milled to dust.
Two hard stones wet-dreamy, had mustered just:
Vindictive the verdict and hardened the lust...

Mistress of Death had Mercy hung over;
Mocky was baffled, while Misty took cover.
Man was at arms, but racing for lower;
high grounds admonished to revere the Dover.

Dreaded naught; despaired "I do"; yoked their own Will;
ex is tenacious, pretending to tend content shills.
I would crave for a solution to amend even a Bill --
killed in the action, missing the low key glee thrill!

Crisis Dionysus, advancing some vices - I shan't
know to avarice these, if thought resolved implant
banshees. Can't seem to frolic the unknown chant;
shitting in the jar to have his own devious rant...

The empty cup and Humpty Dumpty on the same frame,
I had omitted, to claim the blame. I refrain to sway
hitch-hiking between dismay and hangman's yoked say.
The joke misspoken, had a token resistance inlaid.

In God we trust, as Good deeds are dust - evil a must;
the devil alike sussed. Sustenance, implore you: "Crush
must go on!" Stained saintly sinners, complain mushed
grinned heirs; someone was fainting others minds vast...

Neverminds; Evermores; Perhapsendales; Omniwhores --
who shall grant ingrain to molest all past Dogma shores!
Ships are but sunken, gaunts roam undaunted -- Boars
whilst wild-hunted, enchanted by blood-oaths to the gore!

Ewgross Lolmao

Water has no taste, yet it refreshes the soul. Air has no substance nor embodiment, yet it moves mountains, letting you breathe. Dirt has no value, yet all kingdoms are borrowed on it. A wise man does all that, without being entangled in speeches, the arch-fiend of Wisdom.

Taste loathes other tastes, unable to truly love and cherish, what their indifference could give. Salty hates sweetness; sour belittles bitter, contemplating the contempt that they are the solution, while the rest is regarded as parts of a huge amassed problem, they don't want to have, but rather solve. And they want it done yesterday, before the beginning; before the tohuvabohu!!

Talking about wisdom, is like squeezing lemons into a glass of milk, you sprinkled onions on. An effort, that makes people gasp and look for the next “Ew” or “Gross” flag to make you stop this insolence. Because you dared to suggest, that there is something wrong with status quo, and we should put some effort to amend it. Expecting something good from this kind of a talk is like the imagination that Lol could fuck Imao and something good would come out of it. Normally people are really confused, then they see a Lolmao is hanging around, and assume, that their being duped for an idiot. Or at least beholding the unforgivable sin, then somebody smites your other cheek… Such candid things are always bringing folks to tears and making them look for the nearest pitchfork and torch – just keep your sermons snow-white and your coffee pitch-black! I think, Snowden was a brave guy, worthy to be held up, like a prophet of old. He sacrificed all for a dream – a glimmer, what others only dare to paint on the wall, then forget; or write in a book, then sell it in a store, while faking Lockharts signatures – but the caravan mows on, cutting down all who dare to not be onboard!! Can a wise man have a say, and own it, without paying the piper? Branding it really doesn't help, because it makes it unheard, for those, who cannot afford. Who can afford the price of a common well written Bible with apokriva and all the rest? And yet Jesus sent his apostles out, to offer His gospel for FREE. Our respect towards other people and life should be so revered, that it even dwarfs our love for our parents – ask an orthodox Jew, what it means to respect someone like the beard of your old father, and offer that to all the people, and you know what being a Christian is all about, just like the Sermon of the Mount has depicted it. Alas, if there would be a Christian, who could read or be able to listen. All are too busy on their Crusades and rallies against yet another abortion clinic or some other Harlot, who should be stoned to death. But nobody asks himself, is he without sin, to cast the first stone! Does the absence of abortion clinics, make women unable to get abortions? Does it solve the problem of unwanted pregnancy? Does it make teenagers and others, having this problem choose marriage over adultery? Hell no! But it puts a carpet on a white elephant, while the head is still out. Just hop on, like you're Aladdin – and this ride is like the mermaid fare to your doom!! In Estonia, if a pretty mermaid invites you or your children to a nice ride on a horse, it leads to drowning in water, and then you become like her. That's how things get solved, then people regard status quo too much. Problems get invisible; all can see it, and life mows on. Some gears grind or cringe bones to dust, like their the oranges of Akutagawa or some scared Obadiah greeting Elijah, to avoid telling horror stories, so people wouldn't ransack temples, to make fire with its debris, when the weather is raining cats and dogs outside… There are non, who would teach the youth, how to be a model citizen, who pays taxes; loves his country and borders. Stays within the laws and guidelines… Lao-Zi tried that and had immediately an argument with Kong fu-zi. Now they both are good Indians and very much dead, I presume. Too bad this isn't sticks and stones by Dave Chapelle – yet another Snowden, who woke up and realized that the king is walking about nude!! If there would be only four people, who's face I would like to carve into the mountains of Eternity; they would be Snowden; Chapelle; Nietzche and Akutagawa – the same I would bring to Heaven, if I could only save myself and four people with me. In a way, Christians have to be like those people, but they there too busy converting at Wallmart or other places so they couldn't be chosen… Christians convert too much, forgetting what hyperinflation and loosing your flavor can do to salt or money… Why should people regard your worth, then it doesn't shine as bright as the Sermon of the Mount?

Saviour of Spaces

Save the spaces of safe spaces;
spacious defiance and diligent amasses.
Amazed of vice's which veni vidi misplaces;
cowards outrage needs courage 101 glasses.


Classy glossed glossary divergent of leading;
missed of demeanour, but platantly obvious...
Trends are so flashy, but amusingly lending --
pretending to invent the Wheel -- boggy moss vicious!!


Cancel the critics and sqewer the vintage;
H&R cencored -- F&S blatant.
Shadows are banned no communities win stage;
Spaces need Saviours, meaning some fragrance...


Lemons ate sugar; onions shit honey;
vinegar spit custard and jawbreakers there tied.
Truth dared to venture, there no event saw a bunney;
horizons abysmal hat-tricking amnesty.


Full stop the hashtags to toe up the race-pimps;
all words got merry and bloodied the ruckus.
Headshot on plain sight and barrelhunt sour shrimps;
devoured by greed obnoxed as on fungus--


Skeletons catering, skullduggers digging.
Maul in one wards off infringment reloading.
Jokes are on death row - like duke is on kidding;
the last soft spot was on Gilligans island retorting!!


Resorted mayhave been's mayhams may-days;
insiders sanity vanity fairs. Oxymorons burrow;
to let the vywern ousted. Venom said nay's
as the devil wanted to contract some sorrows...


In between two spaces the Words got missing;
Questions became asnwers and quotes became slander.
Saviour of savages salvaged the hissing --
kissing the irony maiden too tender...

Possess this!

Can you possess light, can you conquer the dark;
the boogieman under your bed, the creepy coat-hanger
to hook your mind up? As the Grim has a bark,
could sanity it from estranger...


Can you lift the moon over your thingers;
twiddle God between them and smoke?
Could you remove all infamous stingers;
have all kings relish their New-Yo(r)kes!!


Can you tempt tempest to chill;
Hailstorm to hail you Godspeed?
Intervene to the power of Wills;
Gossamer on the hour of need!!


Can you doubt reason entrenchment;
then words border treason; contempt?
Can you be boldest impeachment;
under peckers impeckable attempt!


Upfloat and dripping your colors;
then gray and black all but opaque.
The bush beating the rattlesnake bellows:
"I found it all broken and cracked!!"


Skinned his tooth; grinned the tail;
loosing your chin in the heart buried.
As the rabbit was changed with set snail;
the turtle lost the race weary'd


Whitenoising the pesky parkers;
blacktruthing the skulduggery smite.
Who could possess such starker;
then vanity - Name is your rite?


Don't possess a Name to call upon;
then Name wont possess you with glee!
fear wont tremble your stupor;
kingdoms pedigree debris...

Moredom - id the road jack!

Id be bored on the road, doing jack shit;
bid your fare well to swing some egos.
The stack was lit, I had plenty a hit
coffee and cocoa contemporary concience;
complying to nonsense and toxic twits-weirdos!


Moresom to sommelier the somnambulistic Belials;
what said to much trials in tremoring splendor.
I was on a fevered pitch to remorse the lot - dials --
no one got my number and was playing me vacancy.
I must have been like the witch of Endor - same frequancy!!


The cream was salty and sour, flouring me some aghast
dethroned thralls, who couldn't commune with sympathy,
to the sandworm, their shovel split apart, while digging fast
their grave and asshole, to save the fastest gun in the hornets nest...
I couldn't recall, was her name Lorraine or Cathy -- perhaps it was East.


The nail had a hammer time, to get into the coffin;
I was not given much fucks to fox the fixer.
I was too Loki to low key el toro loco or Dalton Timothy
not one of the brothers in arms, but the sheriff found no Bond.
I guess Nietzsches Superman would deserve a netflix er ree?


Sidewinding the grinded walnuts to fall on your pillow;
swearing the Aether had nothing to do with it, nor radiance
glowing inside my eyes, as I was roasting faster - still owe
the death 50 cents for crossing the border with the wrong pants...
I was murdered by my own contempt and burried at Cabot Cove loathed!!


The boast was clear as the sunny day, I dismay to have a parlais
for my words there not french not sorry; I wasn't even sure,
whether or not I was met in Surrey or like the sitting bull conclave,
to burry my heart in more books and ink as an octopy could slur...
My sentenses already danced like a tipsy dwarf on midsommernights rave - cur.

Tuck-away

Tuck me away, like a read book to the shelf;
I understand, its over, its done.
Bone my marrow, the reeds lost them- heads, self;
paled with the tapestry, all smiles still gone.

Are you a wizard, or demon - perhaps both;
I always loved to be under your spell.
Devoured by madness, regrets stir my sloth --
cloths wearing make-up. Fined to be farewelled!!

Wasn't there at all you can shut up and leaf;
beating the bushes was bearing my anthem.
It pains me to dismay to have too much grief.
leaving it open, the wound festers shant them!!

It fizzles, it sizzles -- fiddles my morrows;
I borrow a nickle to wager ten pounds!!
Tuck me the lemons, do lemonade with it. Sorrows
never swayed tears under the ground...

Hashtags for argument

Here's a list of Hashtags you can use, in case some SJW or politician fucks with your brains.

#ThereIsNoTrigger or #TINT whenever an SJW plays the "All the floor is lava, lets try to evade it" ultra-hard difficulty to gaslight your arguments, because your values simply make him/her dance inside hot iron slippers, like the real ending of Cinderella, there the Wicked Witch was sentenced to death like that, not ran into the dark forest and was never heard again, or some other politically correct bullshit. Keep your arguments firm and your red pills always available.
#ShadowBox Some people like shadowboxing to fight with an imaginary enemy to get better, others like to imagine boundaries glass-walls or "lions on the market" as depicted in the bible to excuse themselves why not to take action. Because they are living inside a shadow box. Whenever you encounter yet another "expert victim" you can use this.
#Contempt-spell Whenever an SJW is trying to put you in a containment field of nonperson and "You can't act or else you're intolerant!" It's a variant of #TINT merged together with #Shadowbox because you simply wouldn't shut up on your case, then the triggers rained down from heaven nor did you buy their entrenching attempts. Just keep replying like a broken record the same sentence, til they get it: "Tolerance is the friendly participation of at least two or more parties, in which all participants have the right to perform their unique way as rightful; and at the same time reserve the right to critique and defend the others way and critique!" Make it obvious why the SJW is not in compliance to that. How their critique takes your right for your unique way and your right for a fair critique away. Spell out any and all spelling errors or oxymorons created, what restrict your rights. Don't think that its too silly and obvious and a person in the right mind must get it. Because there are Fools who simply don't get it, how much you reason with them, but you cannot shut up because of it. If you have to stand your ground, this is the way.
#Navelgate When ever an SJW is in love with his own voice and creates problems what are not really problems or tries to find imaginary conspiracy theories like he/she was the One - all the whistle blowers incarnate, while not sacrificing or risking anything. Because that person has no case nor insight how to present a case. He/she is simply navel-gazing to gratify himself/herself for finding it out and being brave enough to say it! It also goes if your arguments get watered down with the infamous: "Now I received a thousand and one death threats, because of your say!" without posting any proof that you're even related to those people who allegedly threatened him/her, or if there could be an argument of the same volume of threats, for SJW tend to have a 1000:1 ratio. Every argument is equal of 1000 death threats, like one scroll of the prayer mill is equal to 1000 prayers. No offense against the Buddhists, just for elaboration.
#SelfIt That you can use, then somebody merges a selfy post with a creepy clown stile It post. This happens then you come out with an idea, and some SJW comes forward whether alone or as a faction you sullied, that this can't happen unless they are gratified and can word the actual thing you want to do. Don't allow this but ask them to show it on a piece of paper, how their proposal to ammend your proposal makes it work in the real world. If they can't even imagine it, why would you give them the floor? Keep all talk at a 6 year old level, so there could be no controversy or slippery slope.

Please also post your Hashtags others should know...