Clone re Eatery

Clone re Eatery Jan 2015

Thee Artiste Carvó's 'Poetry Vile And Poetry Juvenile'

Óh in the darkness of common decline, the wee Creature, Lóg, was a pitiable *** whose delusions and confusions caused the evolution of thought to come to a stop, sunk in the bowels of Thee's self-serving slóp.

In the circus ring of artistry's self-deluded elves...
where dwarfs dance in dungeons built of flatulence…
and the fumes of envied condescendence seep through Thee's hallowed walls,
poetry, vile, rots in Thee's hands with fingers bent and straight...
with contradictory thoughts that lead to naught...

Thee has dared to óffend
(giving true artistry a chuckle, a chortle and convulsed laughter from the rafters...)
out of baneful ignorance and envy lodged in the pale emptiness of I!

Óh on the horizon appears a finger so magnificent!
Standing proud between ring and index digits, bent and kneeling,
standing hard, mócking dear artistry.
Móldy and so ****-ticated, Thee is the wee óne that tirelessly creates and creates doubt.
And Thee dwarfs and Thee elves still dance to the meaningless ring of blinded I's.
Óh in spite of Lóg's vile works, humanity will evolve beyond the "óuch" of puerile jealousy and give birth to a better Earth.

While fuming, not firing neurons which have ceased fighting...
Thee flays the soul, and that is sooo not cool...
Behold! Thee wee óne ***** a prune that 'luminates the dune of dimness
and with Lóg's **** comes great feelings of Thee,
and something gory will Thee extract from the great **** of I!

Reward for freeing us from the I and the Thee is that Lógbrain will no longer burden all of humanity...
Thee ****** maggót Carvó will vanish in the doom of dreariness
where prunes no longer shrink…

In fading, Thee looks into the eyes of us, and we feel nauseous...
but we need not fight, for his lessons are naught,
and we all can stop sighing
'my oh my, Thee smell repels*'
and leave behind Thee shriveled **** of vacuity
and continue to do artistry.

Original ('Poetry Villains And Poetry Heroes') by:  Thee Artiste aka Logbrain Crappó
Reworked by:    CrE aka Trollminator

This is the sixth in a series of reconstructions of the drivel of "Thee Artiste" aka Logbrain Crappó which has been previously posted on HP.

True, nothing could possibly make Thee's mindless nonsense less lousy, but at least it can be put into a neater, though still steaming, pile...

Clone re Eatery Jan 2015

Artiste-ick Nursery Rhymes abóut Thee Póetically Challenged #2

^^^^^
Thee's Pótty's Hót

Thee's pótty's hót.

Thee's pótty's cóld.

Thee's pótty's all "I's" gót

nine days trólled!

*CrE aka Trollminator
(with apologies to the Peas Porridge)

The second in a series of infantile nursery rhymes for the sub-juvenile
Trivial-Trinity: "Thee", "Carvó" & "I"

Clone re Eatery Jan 2015

Thee Reconstruction of Logbrain #5

Thee Artiste Carvó's "Fumility"*

I am a tróubled Tróll, yes I be
draped in bonds of turgid fumility
endowed with a mind's inanity!
Indeed, I fantasize the glóry of Thee
floating like a cork in lunacy
at the edges of the dredges of futility!
But then, as I hallucinate visions of greatness in I and me,
the Vóices come, singing fóllies of my destiny
buzzing in my head like a bumblebee!
The mystic maggóts envelop the I, the fartistic see
birdies tweet to coo coos in the jujube tree
while the lónely Lóg swims in I and Thee,
counting buttons, deviant in insanity!

Some souls are just simply shallower than others. There is no shame in recognizing I's ówn drabness, and appreciating the bóredóm Thee'self has unleashed upon the world. When Thee writes crap about the greatness of I, Thee is displaying I's disappointment for I's lack of gifts...
Would you yourself not feel pity for the finest fartist alive?

Original ('Humility') by:      Thee Artiste aka Logbrain Crappó
Reworked by:    CrE aka Trollminator

This is the fifth in a series of reconstructions of the drivel of "Thee Artiste" aka Logbrain Crappó which has been previously posted on HP.

True, nothing could possibly make Thee's mindless nonsense less lousy, but at least it can be put into a neater, though still steaming, pile...

Clone re Eatery Jan 2015

Thee Reconstruction of Logbrain #4

The Artiste Carvó's "The Greatest Fartist Alive"*
                  (Another Crummy Acrostic)

T is for ****, I am attended by flies...
H is for Haughtiness, I am flowing through the fartist's stanks...
E is for Enema, my fine **** pollutes the very hole...

G is for Gigantic, I am the biggest ego in history...
R is for Refluxing, my fine putriditry puts artistry in ******...
E is for Emetic, I truly am expelling...
A is for *******, I posses the gift of ****...
T is for ******, I leave no stomach un-turned...
E is for Excrutiating, my words torture the very soul...
S is for ******, My logic is slimy....
T is for Tag-along, I truly am shadowed by all and everyone...

F is for Fatuous and Flatulence, the essence of I…
A is for Archfiend, demon am I...
R is for Revulsion, My art is abomination - My art yet *****....
T is for Tedious, I have been placed here to bore people to death...
I is for Idiot, I am truly unblessed...
S is for Selfish, I place **** before I's self...
T is for Talenticide, I have killed all things of art...

A is for Asinine, I possess all lacks...
L is for Lifeless, I truly worm the artistic heart...
I is for Idolize, I worship I...
V is for Venomous, I am all that is spite and impure...
E is for Emasculated, I am indubitably impotent...

This sums up why I and I alone am the greatest fartist alive,
And I will of course do one of my great farts in time.

Original ('The Greatest Artiste Alive') by:      Thee Artist aka Logbrain Crappó
Reworked by:    CrE aka Trollminator

This is the fourth in a series of reconstructions of the drivel of "Thee Artiste" aka Logbrain Crappó which has been previously posted on HP.

True, nothing could possibly make Thee's mindless nonsense less lousy, but at least it can be put into a neater, though still steaming, pile...

Clone re Eatery Jan 2015

Rest In Feces, Gabrielle

Gabrielle
Gabrielle
her sole rests well
in *****-mouth hell

*CrE aka Trollminator

R.I F.
Gabrielle Summers
4 Jan. 2015 - 6 Jan. 2015
Drowned in her own droppings
She may be ******
But she won't be missed

Clone re Eatery Jan 2015

Thee Reconstruction of Logbrain #3

Thee Artiste Carvó's "LogbraIn Crappó"*
          (Another Crummy Acrostic)

LudIcróus
ómnI-Ignórant
grótesqueness
ball-less
róckbóttóm
addled
IdIótIc
nóbódy

CólItIc
repulsIve
asshóle
pIsspót
puerIle
óh-ffensIve

Original ('Loghain Carvó') by:      Thee Artist aka Logbrain Crappó
Reworked by:    CrE aka Trollminator

This is the third in a series of reconstructions of the drivel of "Thee Artiste" aka Logbrain Crappó which has been previously posted on HP.

True, nothing could possibly make Thee's mindless nonsense less lousy, but at least it can be put into a neater, though still steaming, pile...

Clone re Eatery Jan 2015

Artiste-ick Nursery Rhymes abóut Thee Póetically Challenged #1

Thee and Lóg*

Thee and Lóg infest a bóg
and **** upón a blótter.
     Thee is pleased
     tó pinch and squeeze
while Lóg sips yellów water.

      CrE aka Trollminator
(with apologies to Jack and Jill)

The first in a series of infantile nursery rhymes about the sub-juvenile
Trivial-Trinity: "Thee", "Carvó" & "I"