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Jamison Bell May 17
You can smoke hash in the bathtub.
You can falsely accuse a baby as being "up to something".
You can barbecue ribs at MetLife stadium. (Jets ****.)
You can dye your hair blue and insist everyone call you Pegasus.
You can go to church every week, convince yourself you're good, and still hate people for illogical reasons.
You can huff paint under a bridge with a magical troll that grants wishes if you satisfy him sexually. When in reality the troll is just a broken shopping cart.
Have you ever tried to consume a punch bowl full of pecans while speed dating? You can do that.
You can go to the park and paint your toenails whilst you rehearse lines from "The Sound of Music" with strangers.
You can send Anna Kendrick your toenails clippings and hope she returns the favor.
See? These are just some of the things you can do. You're really only limited by your own imagination. So quit ******* about your freedoms you unoriginal flem stain.
Jamison Bell May 17
There's a bot here amongst us.
A poetry bot of sorts.
You make up a stupid rhyme.
And it'll supply retorts.

I'm not too sure it's purpose here.
I'm sure it means no harm.
But that one generic comment,
utterly void of charm.

So delete that line of code.
Do whatever you must do.
But for the love of any god you covet.
Bid that Allison ado.
Jamison Bell Mar 16
Your dreams have no meaning.
While you were sleeping. Your brain, lacking external stimulus, did its own thing.
There's no mysticism, no foretelling, and not an ounce of deeper reflection.
Get over yourself.
Jamison Bell Mar 8
A poem a week, or so to speak. A rhyme, a quip, a riddle. This isn't the only thing I **** at. You should see me play the fiddle.

Some folks here, will write about love. Found, lost, forgotten. Though much like the *** of a long dead chicken. Tis seem a lil bit rotten.

Nah, I'm here to speak today on behalf of the absurdist view. Now take a deep breath you rat faced *****. Your perspective is askew.

Absurdism lends itself to the idea that none of it makes sense. That everything you think you know is derived from experience.

Your senses along with your mind in tow, shape how you think and feel. Though adept as they are, there's still some gaps between what's fake and real.

Falsified memories, vibrating atoms, light behaving like matter. We collectively dance, to the sound of the wind while watching our ashes scatter.

It's absurd to insist you understand life, when you've only just arrived. Nobody can tell what it all means, when nobody has ever survived.

So doubt the nature of nurture vs genetics, and forget everything I've said. Waltz and sing with an absurdist tonight. Cause tomorrow, you could be dead.
Jamison Bell Mar 2
A *** bellied cockroach once tried to tell me, a story of woe and revenge.
Involving a candle, a beetle named Chloe, and a rat whose fur he'd singed.

I dusted my chest of parmesan, I stood up and said "**** me?".
"Well what I will do about this good sir, you'll just wait and see!"

So I put on my top hat and googles, and put my new friend at heed.
I summoned my most trusted horsey, and took off for the village with speed.

Of course I don't own a horsey, but the cockroach doesn't know this.
And once I talk to the rat, he'll see I'm just *******.

The imagination's a weird place. You never know where it'll take you.
You smoke enough hash and snort enough cheese, that ****** might just break you.

So yeah this linguistic adventure might be an exercise in futility.
But it's moments like this, I must insist, that there is at least humility.
Jamison Bell Nov 2024
It's as if the building is on fire
And I'm just happy I can finally lite my cigarette
My lighter, much like hope, had only temporarily been mine
I lost one in a field while wondering why I'd let go of the other
Honestly
I'm not sure it was ever mine to hold onto in the first place
Jamison Bell Jun 2024
My cat and I. Her name is Hazel.
We're just sitting here you see.
Myself, staring into the chaotic mess that is subjectivity.
Her? Well I myself am not foolish enough to think I could fathom what she's thinking.
However,
we sit in agreement on one subject.
We don't like you.
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