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Men have gone mad for less I say; digress.
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As we choke,
I ask Ford.
Was it genius of the mind.
When I look to my sky for stars,
I ask Wilbur and Orville.
Were they never meant to be mine.
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I’m finding myself at odds with the way the world should be run and the way it is being run. I am, without any mention beyond what I am to mention, a man. Definition of the creature varies, my definition varies, nor is it truly a definition as a man tends to be what they are meant to be regardless of what is set to define them. Men however have only one definition; Enemy. Mystery calls to me, I wish to be at war for the whore. I see myself in various ways becoming my king in my kingdom slaying my enemies as all kings worth crown have; I coup, conquer, and falter. And I shall die man, King of Kind, King of All, the King of New Babylon.
Avast, with my cock n’ balls I cry to nights which have been set silent of what I truly am, Nothing, The Great King of Kind and all shall know me as enemy. I wish no more than to procure myself a spot in the posthumous bleachers with rest’em, as I know the secret as’em
The great problem of the world,
All of us cocksuckers,
No one getting their cock sucked.
But with that said there are better things to do then get down and lick a stick, we all lick the stick don’t we, great cocksuckers. When are our sticks licked? As if I could, I would love to suckle thy own phallic friend on own accord, but oh, daunted by the spine, I could ask another cocksucker to suck my cock in return for sucking theirs, but oh, daunted by lies, as if cocksuckers can be trusted. Here I am a cocksucker in world of cocksuckers, cocksucker, and I wouldn’t even ask you too.
Would it be bad if we all agreed to the fantasy of this being a perfect world. I wish a call to violence would upset the balance of the world in our favour of peace, but no. More violence is needed before it can be called wrong, then solved only with violence. Why hasn’t there been an industrial empire as that of the Roman, and even the Holy Roman empire. Crusades por favor, Latin died can you believe that.
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" As a boy, I've done my destruction.
As a man, I've created my creation.
Now I fear, he has no more use for me."
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Repossessed
What if I took a loan for an emotion,
and I couldn't pay it back.
Would you take all the memories,
as collateral too.
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No crime to rhyme in poems.
Oh Stanza!
If I couldn't I would go bananas.
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Beware things in bows.
Beware pretty boxes, beware of their pretty bows.
Beware of it's jolly, with heart esta frio.
Beware what you see in the box with a bow, the abyss isn't abyssal if you peek teeth white of snow, of no pure all prose.
no sense is in the feeling of what it is you see in the abyss of the box with a bow.
Opened a box with a bow and saw my ego.
Beware of things in bows.
Beware of the king that bows.
Beware of me, and this ego, beware a bow I wear, on a shoe, without prose.
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August Gust
A gust of wind for poor-boy me.
A summer breeze to ease.
That smell of freedom deceit.
Daunted I am.
A boy no longer to feel an August gust,
a man I am,
thrusted by lust to hear music,
but no one, no more, dances for rain.
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Ill is I
Is ill is I on a faithful morning?
No.
Only life still slumbering in me.
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Poem a Day
A poem a day I say.
A poem a day to keep sanity in sane.
A poem a day I say.
A poem a day and it will no longer go another way.
A poem a day, and everyday a poem you'll show to me.
Love of my life.
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Tumblr Thought: August 19th.2022
What is my faith in myself these days. Work doesn't make enough for the wife to be happy with the life. The home is broken, the walls cry so much whatever room I am to confide in.
Men have gone mad for less.
My brother, who seems to pity-pull instead of pulling himself up, has purchased me a co-op roguelite today. Imbecile. My heart finds a deep pit to think we share half tree in our seed, imbecile.
Addiction is the blessing our father has bestowed upon my Brother and me, addiction is a suffrage is it not, the end of us all, the good ole' three of us, and it is what I have found so long ago that would make them two mad, how us are addicted to suffering and nothing more.
My brother is in a league game. A game he hates and a game he'll never be good at, yet he rages as his authority is the only rite allowed on the rift. He told me he has spent no more than seven thousand, he is buying every league prestige skin, for every champ, in a game he hates.
I love league. It's masquerade of a good game, and it is not the game I love nor it's aesthetic; it is without debate of oneself to crown it the worst game ever to be created. I have played it for so long that I feel as if I will waste a life if I do not any longer.
I do not rage at what is not ones own fault, I rage at the training wheels and seemingly incoherent champions that are released today.
I believe the game died with Ornns release. Something about being able to shop without needing to back seemed like the shark jumping moment, and the other side of the pond is yucky.
He is of poor morals my brother, and I am of poor fuel.
Who's to love my life if not me.
His aram is done wish me luck.
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The Bathroom Ballad of the Chocolate Mafia and Randall Tullips
"Stop being silly in my bathroom," A little boy with a creeper shirt and khaki cargos taps a chocolate bar on his right palm. He looks at the boy in front of him "this isn't First grade Danny, no more learning math with M&M's we got the stuff." The little boy puts the chocolate bar back into the open box. Three boxes of five already gone, times are tough for all children. A new boy is allergic to chocolate and they all suffer, not from the lack of coco goodness, but of the grip of a new coco mafia.
East Road elementary has seen it's gallery of bullies, delinquents of destruction, serpents of size, and hoodlums of horror. But non as sinister as the PP Bois, a group of three who managed to acquire the last five boxes of the substance. Mikey "Velcro" Visix, the muscle of the three, known for his big'ole gut'n'belly and extremely puffy face and lips making him look like a chipmunk, what he doesn't have in his head is in his heart. Adam "Adeline" Matthews, the undercover, he is tasked with chocolate supply in the girls bathroom. But, they are steered by one. Randall "Don'Randy" Tulips, the head of the operation, you don't need to know much about him, only that he keeps his pants dry.
"This is....not what I wanted." The Don looks at Danny, then at the petty figurine which he has brought to trade.
"but.. but.." Danny begins to stutter knowing he needs to pay up. He has already made the mistake of eating the chocolate. "My mom paid twenty dollars for that.." tears begin to form in his eyes, but they are not ripe to fall.
"Mike even has a Spryo, and he can't even tie his shoes." Randall kicks the small Skylander into one of the closed stalls. He huffs, "Wet'em!"
The handicap stall swings open, big boy Mikey is able to grab Danny from behind. Picking him up with ease, he marches towards to sink. Danny begins to flail his legs. Kicking the gorilla of a second grader anywhere and everywhere.
"NOOO!! PLEASE!! NOOO!!!" Danny lets out blood curdling screams.
Randall turns on the sink, Mikey pulls Danny's shirt up. With the handle all the way pulled, the water from the sink sounds like jet engine of torture and colder then the blood in Randall's veins. He cups his hands and gathers water, staring at Danny as he squirms and contorts futile attempts away from the giant. Randall walks slow to him not to let any of the water spill from his hands.
"BWAHHHHH!!" Danny cries as Randall splashes the water towards his groin. "PLEASE!" Danny stops screaming as he needs to gasp for air between his cries. Randall walks back to sink, begins to fill his hands again.
"You eat my chocolate..." Randall looks down at the water rising in his hands, "you pay my price." He splashes the water on Danny yet again, now docile Danny is defeated. Randall takes that as an invitation to splash him four more times.
Danny left with a wet face and wet pants, has already been in the bathroom for three of his five minutes. Five minutes to go trade, eat, and leave. With only two minutes left Danny begins to use the hand dryer in an attempt to dry his pants, still sobbing he is unable to look at the bullies in the bathroom and begins to think of the tirade of laughs from his class and the weight of the embarrassment.
"Good Boy." Randall breaks a single piece of the chocolate from an open bar and gives it to Mikey. "We're doing good things huh Mike." Randall looks up to Mikey looking for confirmation, he only eats the chocolate.
Randall looks at Danny's pathetic wet pants, they'll be wet all day. He can't stop himself from smirking knowing what Danny is gonna go through. The laughs from the class, the mortified look of the teacher, the walk to the nurses office, and only to be told that they have no pants as Randall has already peed through them all before even beginning this operation because what would be the point if they didn't have to sit in it.
Danny opens the door only to see a little girl with putrid brown hair and a purple "Big Sister Vibes" shirt waiting in the hallway outside. She looks at Danny's pants as Danny looks her in the eyes and immediately sprints towards his fifth grade class, crying and bawling through the halls.
"We have a Problem Boss.." the little girl in the hallway comes into the bathroom.
"What Adam?", Randall annoyed at the fact of having problems looks at the young boy disguised as a girl in front of him.
"Maggie no pay, took chocolate back to class to snack later." Adam still using a terrible voice and accent of a young girl, relays it to Randal.
Usually it isn't a problem when a boy doesn't pay, Mikey can handle them always. But, the girls are tricky. Selling in the girls room isn't the problem. Adam is more than happy to be honored to do so, he played the part of Annie at his all boys school the year prior. Equipped with the head of a mop and a wardrobe courtesy of lost-and-found, he is able to peddle off the chocolate without issue of being thought an imposter. Issues come with enforcing the transactions as they can't rough handle the girls much to the despite of Randall.
"Did you tell her she'll be cursed to pee her pants if she left the bathroom with the chocolate?"
"mhm"
"Mikey, get me the squirter."
Mikey goes back into the handicap stall and rummages through his back pack, he emerges with a small water pistol and begins to fill it at the sink. Adam begins to toil the mop-wig around his finger, seemingly relaxed as his faith in Don'Randy to handle the issue, no one shoots better then him.
"A GIRL!!!!" the PP Bois quickly look towards the door, a small kindergartner looks at Adam with wide eyes. Before any of them can even react the little lad slams the door.
"A GIRL IN THE BATHROOM!! A GIRL IN THE BATHROOM!!", the kindergartner runs down the hall yelling the accusation.
"GET HIM!!!"
Randall snatches the water pistol from Mikey's hand, the three of them attempt to push through the door.
"Get out of the way fatso" Randall snaps at Mikey who he is unable to push through.
Mikey stops fussing within the entanglement and looks at his friends as they slam to the ground pushing through. He looks down, unable to see his own feet and pierced by the words of his friend he begins to sob.
"Go!Go!" Adam sprints ahead of Randall, only for his mop-wig to fall off his head and to then slip on said wig.
OOF
Randall falls over Adam. Once again on the ground, the kindergartner has gained significant distance and is almost to the KinderWing. Randall closes one eye and brings the sight of the water pistol to the other, lying prone he unable to get the clean shot to the little lads zipper.
"Pee or Poo the pains the same." Randall thinks to himself as he aims for the little lads buttocks. A deep breathe and he pulls the trigger twice.
Tiss Tiss
Water shoots from the gun, a perfect shot, a nice little wet one for the little lad. However, the little lads pants are dry, as the water would've needed another fifty-two yards to hit it's mark.
"Heck!" Randall begins to get up from the hallway floor and begins to think of alibies. He could say that Randy he was coming back Randy from the Randy Nurse's Randy offic-
"RANDY TULIPS!!" An older feminine voice cites his name behind him. He see's Mrs.Mackevines just outside the bathroom door, her claws gripping the arm of Adam.
"What is going o-"
"NOM!!!!!" all three look towards the bathroom, Mikey's eating shaking the very foundation of reality. Mrs.Mackevines tries to open the door but it's now locked. Left alone in the bathroom, Mikey is unaware of the situation outside the stall. He is more than joyous to be the situation inside the stall, him and the last two boxes of chocolate bars. He devours them all in seconds not even able to get the full taste before eating another. He finishes them all, with a big smile and chocolate covering his puffy face. He opens the stall, then the door.
"OH MY GOD!!!! NURSE!! NURSE!!!!" Mrs. Mackevines filled with complete fear, looks at Mikey's face covered in chocolate.
Mikey looks back to the female and then too his gang on the ground now sitting on the floor with another teacher. He begins to be perplexed, why won't anyone let him have the sweet coco, he loves it so.
"Ifh jusht wehshn chocolate....." Mikey tells the women, almost pleading "ish thesh..." he points to Randall on the ground "... randsh gevsh mmehs chocolate." Mikey then points to Adam "adish eish mish adn espongish-
"NO! NO!" Randall becomes red, he begins to cry.
"yeish ick futish" Mikey lets out a big sigh at the end of that and looks at Randall yet again.
Mikey begins to chuckle hearty and not before long Adam joins in on the laughter. Both children laughing, one child crying. The Woman is still fixed on Mikey, everything they had to change for him to come to this school, no more chocolate for anyone as it could kill the very child that eats it handful.
Mikey and Adam now sharing the hysteria, Mikey points to Randall again. The teacher looks at Mikey unable to fathom what is so funny to prevent this child from seeking medical attention.
"We need to get you to the nurses office Michael." the female unable to convince the giant of his dire predicament.
Mikey now on the floor from laughing still pointing at Randall, the Woman finally looks. She looks at Adam, dressed in his purple shirt and skirt she looks back to Mikey then to Randall. Randall had pissed himself.
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Sand
What is pain?
A question I ask myself on all days.
To me it's tomorrow,
Yesterday a sad day.
The answers the same everyday,
Pain is but my pleasure.
We all just sacrifice to sand,
Sand to mound, centuries in a blink.
Life but a long glass,
I hope only falls into snow.
Pain is the cold in cold,
I hope to freeze slow.
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Stars of Night
Stars In night sky,
would I to be jealous.
I see stars in each room,
they whisper "My Brethren".
Maybe you'll see them burn bright,
I know those as disasters.
You think stars burn bright to make your night nice.
They're filled for fire, ready, set, aim.
They burst at night, you'd think them so pretty
But I see tears, I see stars to be pitied.
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I need to get down from the clouds,
but I just seem to dance in my head.
Which reminds of a certain smell,
a machine's grip, cells of red,
smell.
Greets thy nose lucid,
smell, and nature's best musk.
I love this smell,
this dreadful smell.
This smell a spelunker,
it knows where to go.
With my mind as its map,
I don't need meaning in it.
And oh, how it comes in two.
The duality of a smell,
the duality of a poem.
All you think you knew,
all that you know.
Duality in all it.
Like the warmth of snow.
I hope thy warmest winter my last,
as I taste the iron, not the cold.
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