#entertaining
Am I just so hilarious to look at?
Do I just make you giggle?
Do I make you roar with laughter?
Do I? Huh, do I?
Am I just that entertaining?
So hideously hilarious?
Dec 1, 2024
Dec 1, 2024 at 1:05 AM UTC
Bees, yellow and black with a six pack of knees.,
Freeze! it was a mellow attack but he stung my??🤣
Jun 6, 2020
Jun 6, 2020 at 4:22 AM UTC
Eyes wide as space
staring into another face.
Believe me when I say
I've never felt another way
of entertaining eternity.
For I have come to a conclusion
I no longer believe in free fun.
You buy it in small doses
chew it up and swallow.
Come on jump down
from you throne
and buy another gemstone.
Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 4:11 PM UTC
Half Batman half Robin,
Houston we have a problem,
and you don’t want no problem with me,
I’m off balanced and on one,
at the head of the table,
Delilah’s on a Sunday,
not willing but I am able,
I guess we’ve all gotta go one day,
but that day is not today,
or tonight got two lights,
one for the occasional cigarette,
and one that’s a Brunette that burns bright,
feeling cliche as fck but that’s okay because you know what,
we are at the top of the pyramid so it only makes sense we’re high,
hi I’m high,
how are you,
haven’t seen you in awhile might’ve been forever till now,
then you appear like a ghost at a haunting and say “Boo!”,
ooh,
the things you do your new name’s Obsession,
it’s ironic that you asked me to have a staring contest,
since I’d confessed that I was already staring,
had my eye on you as soon as you entered the room,
I was perched in my throne at the head of the table,
but I was thrown when you waltzed in like a Godsend,
my God you’re the stuff of fairytales and fables,
the only one I wanted to talk to,
to in that whole venue,
and we’re talking Delilah’s not a dive bar,
so you know there were some quality options from which to choose,
but we both knew it was a rap,
as soon as you read the poem I’d wrote on that napkin,
and yeah this is Hollywood,
so yeah sometimes that kind of magic still happens,
you gave me your number in front of your boyfriend,
and didn’t even care so I didn’t either,
because we’re True Lovers,
we’re The Proof that can turn any sceptic into a True Believer,
a combination of all things yet still totally unique,
and yeah we’ve got our issues but hey we’ve all got our problems,
so we come together like two phones tethered or better yet bare feet on a beach,
and then we get ghost and disappear outta the reach of their nonsense,
peace!
∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
October 8th, 2018
Hollywood, CA.
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 1:44 AM UTC
Novus Ordo Seclorum [43]
All Seeing Eye,
in all ways always has It’s all seeing eye on me,
& you might think that in a way that makes me paranoid,
but in all actually it makes me much more comfortable if anything,
because I’ve got nothing to hide in all honesty,
even though there’s two sides to me like I’m Siamese,
& I’m buzzing like a drunken honed in honeybee,
& I see everything even when drinking absinthe as an absent absentee,
'cause I was told that I may hold all that I see & all that I see is everything,
because all of me at any time is capable of seeing anything,
just like the All Seeing Eye that keeps it's eye on me,
honestly honesty is still the best policy,
see even though they still attempt to dilute these truths by telling lies,
I'm still able to describe these truths successfully,
through the modus operandi that I choose to use at any given time,
see these gifts are given & received,
with a well thought of methodology that’s made of modesty,
same mold that was honed by the greatest minds this world's every known,
not mold as in fungus but mold as in the template of successful artistry,
though I must admit when I first started writing scripts I was a bit diffident,
which is different than indifference but anyways either way,
I one day realized the significance within it's magnificence,
& chose to show it since I wrote it so it could be given away,
but I made one promise,
as a poet on that day,
& that was to be modest,
but also have the confidence to not let doubt get in my way,
but it's hard to stay modest when you've written more modified sonnets,
than any other literary artist that's living today,
plus your words are some of the hottest & the girl you've got is a Goddess,
& you’ve made possible what was once thought to be impossible,
as an apostle who's gospel is God-sent in the words of rivals & bibles,
not as a disciple of Jesus Christmas but a disciple of this Divine Existence,
& that's why I see them trying to boost my pride,
& why at the same time I try to resist it,
because I promised to stay modest plus if I'm to be honest,
it wasn't me that made this all happen it was the poetry that did it,
& all of a sudden in a flash & in this instance,
my instinct tells me that it's possible they’ve spotted me,
& it's time for me to flee so I get lost so I can write more life lines,
instead of staying here risking getting caught & writing my own eulogy,
as I observe them like stars in Astronomy,
& observe their behavior like signs in astrology,
as an Anthropologist not an Apologist I observe them,
them this system they live in & all of this honestly,
including this Bureaucracy which is actually a hyper inflated Hypocrisy,
but honestly their mockery of our honesty doesn’t really bother me,
because unconditional Love is my only philosophy,
like Spinoza laying the basics of ethics in the literary form of poetry,
as I serve sermons religiously & responsibly to break the monotony,
& build bridges to doorways to construct my own autonomy,
changing the whole social topography & emotional geography of this society,
by writing the autobiography of our collective ecology & all of it’s prophecies,
I pay dues do the work & the math so in due time I can study Deuteronomy,
I am a prodigy,
& also an oddity,
that will not be brought down or bought off,
by Their Demonistic Mock Democracy,
armed with a picture perfect memory & an unlimited supply of energy,
I expose these moments from dark to light like photography,
from the Dark Room to the Light of Day,
it’s all part of our odyssey whether or not it's all done consciously,
see my conscience sees,
that The All Seeing Eye,
in all ways always has It’s all seeing eye on me,
& you might think that in a way that makes me paranoid,
but in all actually it makes me much more comfortable if anything,
because I’ve got nothing to hide in all honesty,
even though there’s two sides to me like I’m Siamese,
& I’m buzzing like a drunken honed in honeybee,
& I see everything even when drinking absinthe as an absent absentee,
'cause I was told that I may hold all that I see & all that I see is everything,
because all of me at any time is capable of doing & seeing anything,
just like the All Seeing Eye that keeps it's eye on me,
feeling,
alright with the All Seeing Eye on me,
seeking,
all night for some sobriety from this anxiety,
reaching,
a point of enlightenment that shines vibrantly,
teaching,
illuminations of thought that soak into the subconscious silently,
finally, I’m free,
& as I rise above the clouds I see,
the All Seeing Light above watching me,
& that’s alright with me I give myself up willingly,
traded my gifts for a gift card now I’m on a 24/7 worldwide shopping spree,
finally, I’m free, & finally, I see,
that the All Seeing Eye,
has it’s all seeing eye on me,
illuminating all of the darkness,
so that we can all shine on vibrantly,
finally, finally,
I am, you are, we are free!
∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
from The Holy Trilogy Vol. 2: Mandalas
available worldwide here: www.amazon.com/dp/1721134158
Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 7:32 PM UTC
Cold as Hell,
as paradoxical as that seems,
I know I might seem humble it’s true,
even though on the down low I’ve got high self esteem,
watching Indiana Jones on the big screen,
got little time for nonsense,
even though we seem to make a big scene,
it seems,
that nothing is as it seems,
feeling like Indian Jones,
is it a *** of gold or a hill of beans,
more Jack than Jill,
more Mulder than Gillian,
and things are getting word like the X-Files,
some of the Lizard People are Chameleons,
or better yet Camillions,
money is their sun they bask in it,
on a rock in an ocean call it a continent,
not content at all with the poetic tragicness,
feeling repelled as 2 negatives,
yet as attracted as a magnet is,
anyways what’s my point,
I don’t know I suppose it depends on what your perspective is,
I just call it like I see it,
no filter unedited,
no hashtags just a hash bag,
actually I don’t even smoke that sh!t,
not even a little bit,
that’s not my favorite intoxicant,
anyways I should probably get off my soapbox,
because I seems I am on a rant,
so that’s it I’m done,
heading back to my house in the clouds,
where I can write in silence,
and let me words be as loud as Hell,
cold as Hell,
as paradoxical as that seems,
I know I might seem humble it’s true,
even though on the down low I’ve got high self esteem,
watching Indian Jones on the big screen,
got little time for nonsense,
even though we seem to make a big scene,
it seems,
that nothing is as it seems,
feeling like Indian Jones,
is it a *** of gold or a hill of beans…
∆ LaLux ∆
Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 7:59 PM UTC
the duration of the gig will last
for three exceptional years
by the end of it aficionados would
have shed some tears
let us all recall
the two tunes listed below
which were heard in
many a marvellous show
Daniel is traveling tonight on a plane
I can see the red tail lights heading for Spain
Don't go breaking my heart
I couldn't if I tried
Oh honey if I get restless
baby you're not that kind
our glittering Sir Elton John
bopping on the piano
the catalogue of his hits
a lyrical nano
collaborating with Sir Bernie Taupin
together a dynamic partnership
who knew how a song would
stay in the mind's companionship
departing from entertaining
on the world's musical stage
leaving a remarkable footnote
of rock and roll homage
Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 8:12 PM UTC
The land is blanketed in a luxurious white snow.
The sun reflects against the glass of my apartment window.
The day has a hyperclarity and crispness like never before.
I smile as I roll onto the newly whitened sheet.
The cold shielded by the shoes hiding my delicate feet.
I make two snowmen falling in love as they meet.
I walk to work, flashing smiles to all those I greet.
The day turns to night without remorse.
And now there's a blizzard now, of course.
My shift has ended. It's time to go.
I changed my mind.
I hate the snow.
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 2:50 PM UTC
Suddenly the eastern cook grew quite excited,
he had spotted a shop with Chinese characters,
and chickens and ducks hanging behind a glass
to stimulate the hunger of those who might pass,
and a red and gold signboard with letters that said,
“Welcome - enter this place and be fed”.
The eastern cook cried, “Why not go in,
it’s time for lunch, let’s eat something.”
“Yes,” said George, “it’s a good idea,
and safe - they don't make hamburgers here!”
This restaurant was a noisy place,
with tables crowded and not much space
for waiters to carry their trays well laden
with assorted dim-sums and bowls of ramen,
and the clatter of people busily eating
with friends with whom they had a meeting
and chopsticks clicking and glasses clinking,
and background music and singers singing.
They all sat down at a table for ten,
and ordered lunch for their party of men,
and just one woman who said that she
didn’t eat much but that she would be
happy to try any stir-fried dish
as she was partial to greens and to fish.
from The Adventures of George
©Blair Gowrie (Roderick Macdonald)
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 3:13 AM UTC
They landed in the capital city,
a charming place, but it was a pity
that attractive buildings were not maintained
or looked after at all, but still retained
their original grace, with brass-knockered doors,
and balconies projecting from every floor.
George and his crew went out for a walk,
and wandered through a maze of alleys,
hearing on all sides the people talk
in Spanish, but they did not dally,
but continued until they saw the ocean,
with waves describing a circular motion,
as they frothingly fell on a shore of white
endlessly stretching until out of sight.
The water was calm in shades of blue,
with sometimes a fishing boat in view,
but the beach was empty, no people there,
no swimmers, no sunbathers, not a deckchair.
No children playing and laughing with glee,
just a deserted strand and a tranquil sea.
From The Adventures of George
©Blair Gowrie (Roderick Macdonald)
Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 4:59 AM UTC
“Comrades, the reason I’ve come here today,
is to meet my old friend and to say
that I will not touch any capitalist food.
What I need to eat is both simple and good,
yes, pork and beans, the people’s staple,
a dish which my friend is very able
to make very well - but before we eat
I wish to continue with my speech.
The poor must stand up for their rights,
put blood-sucking foreigners to flight,
arrest all those who plunder resources,
never give up, but gather their forces
to ensure that all assets belong to the nation
to be used for the benefit of the whole population.
Those in my country not supporting this cause
of freedom and equality were forced from our shores,
to flee as refugees, never to return,
these people we call traitors, these people we call worms!”
from The Adventures of George
©Blair Gowrie (Roderick Macdonald)
Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 3:24 AM UTC
Sometimes I wake up to the soft whirring sound
Of the washing machine spinning clothes round and round,
The chirps from the sparrows sitting under the eaves,
The rustling and scraping as the wind blows the leaves,
The murmur of talk as someone speaks to the dogs,
The pit-pat on concrete as the running man jogs,
The noise from the pigeons as they feed from tin cups,
The beat of their wings as disturbed they fly up,
And as the room comes alight with the early-morn glow,
It’s telling me it’s time to get up and go.
From Entertaining Verse Poems
©Blair Gowrie (Roderick Macdonald)
Jun 9, 2017
Jun 9, 2017 at 3:54 AM UTC
Sometimes I like to sit in the shade
On a park bench, watch the ducks on parade,
In a long line, smoothly swimming somewhere,
Causing hardly a ripple as they move here and there,
And gliding so gracefully, supercilious swans,
Plucking at grass from newly mown lawns,
See the flowers in bloom in yellows and reds,
Artfully arranged in bright flower beds,
The bees buzzing busily as they do their day’s work,
Hear the pigeon wings flap and the little birds chirp,
With trees in the background, every size, every shape,
Their reflections outlined in the shimmering lake,
The leaves multi-coloured in orange, brown and green,
Creating a sublimely harmonious scene,
All this, and the sun’s rays caressing the ground,
Tell me it’s heaven on earth that I’ve found.
From Entertaining Verse Poems
©Blair Gowrie (Roderick Macdonald)
http://www.macdonrod.com/EntertainingVersePoems.htm
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 12:08 AM UTC
It was undistinguished, commonplace,
A little shop, just one in a row,
But on a winter’s day to walk inside
To feel the warmth, bask in the glow
Of an atmosphere filled with the scent
Of coffee beans and almond nuts,
See tablecloths in red and white,
Hear the tinkling tone of teaspoon on cup,
Was to escape the weather’s hellish grasp,
The biting cold, the blustery wind,
The drizzling rain, the swirling snow,
And find a piece of heaven within.
From Entertaining Verse Poems
©Blair Gowrie (Roderick Macdonald)
http://www.macdonrod.com/EntertainingVersePoems.htm
Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 12:50 AM UTC
A life of rushing to and fro,
Here and there trapped by the clock,
Working hard to get things done
Day in day out without a stop,
Get up late and you’ll miss
The bus, the train, or find you’re stuck
In a traffic jam, you cannot move,
You grit your teeth, you curse your luck,
With seconds wasted, minutes gone,
You ask yourself the reason why
It wouldn’t be better to opt right out
And just sit and watch the world go by.
From Entertaining Verse Poems
©Blair Gowrie (Roderick Macdonald)
www.macdonrod.com/EntertainingVersePoems.htm
Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 2:45 AM UTC
Oh, orange tree,
Your bark adorned
With wicked-looking
Three-inch thorns,
Needle-sharp
Each one of them
Protruding both
From branch and stem,
Perhaps you want
To pierce the hand
Outstretched by
Some unwary man,
That he may not pick
Nor may not eat
Your fruit that is
So very sweet.
From Entertaining Verse Poems
©Blair Gowrie (Roderick Macdonald)
http://www.goo.gl/KDCb4a
Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 2:11 AM UTC
Lettuce is love, lettuce is life.
You walked up to McDonald's and ordered a mcdouble
I was behind you in line, looking for some trouble
I said, "excuse me sir, you know mcdoubles don't have lettuce, right?"
He said, "yes, but I can't eat lettuce at this time of night"
I was getting angry at this point, not gonna lie
I was like, "come on buddy give it a try"
He started backing away, a little intimidated
The farther away he went, the more I felt the hatred
How can he not want lettuce?
This dude's real close to getting fought
The cashier interrupted my thought
"I can get who's next in line"
I said, "cool, I'll take a McChicken, it's a bite of heaven
Actually I take that back, I want eleven"
You already know i didn't buy them for the chicken
I bought them for the lettuce, it's tasty finger lickin'
The cashier says "is that all I can get you tonight?"
I turned back to her said "naw, gimme a medium Sprite"
Got my drink and my McChickens, then tried find this guy to fight
He's at a table munching on his mcdouble by himself
I caught him looking enviously at my McChicken, lettuce spewing out health
I sat down at the booth beside him
Told him how I despise him
For not getting lettuce, how could one be so arrogant?
I threw a punch to his face hard enough to leave a dent
He yelled out in pain, tryna run away
The cashier notified me that the police were on their way
My fate was inevitable, but I did it for lettuce
It's been 3 years now, been locked up ever since
Lettuce makes me happier than ever, it's my only friend
My favorite thing in the world, nothing and no one can contend
Moral of this story: get lettuce on your sandwich,
Unless you wanna go to mcdonalds and end up with a bandage
I can finally conclude, after this long strife
Lettuce is love, lettuce is life.
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 10:54 PM UTC
my thumb
pushing down
on a lighter
is more calming
than a
small hand
holding said thumb
watching
anything burn
is more
entertaining
to me
than the
dancing flames
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 3:47 AM UTC
This story is called death of a superhero.
We see the superhero flying at full speed after a getaway vehicle. A group of armed men just robbed over one million dollars in cash from the bank and are now speeding through the city. He darts back and forth to dodge the shower of bullets flying at him from the car, which was preventing him from getting any closer.
"I can't let these crooks get away," he grunted to himself as he curved back and forth through the air.
Suddenly he was blind sighted by a large black object coming from the car. It was a high powered electric tazer. It hit him in the side and his muscles locked up, he stopped mid air and went crashing down and smacked and bounced on the ground. This bought the thieves time to escape from his view. By the time he got out of it and regained control of his muscles enough to fly, the crooks had maneuvered the city like a maze, and he didn't know where to look, they had gotten away. He looked over several city blocks and couldn't find him, and was forced to give up.
**** he said to himself.
He flew off to the nearby park and found a secluded spot to meditate and heal.
That was the forth unsuccessful attempt to catch bank robbers this week!
***
On the news that night
"The Tomerarenai purotto corporation just received over $5 million dollars in donations from an anonymous donor this evening for their new project on Zenchō hill outside city limits.
The project to build a new factory there has been underway for three months now and they've really been moving along thanks to the help of all these private donors that must really believe in their cause, which of coarse is to develop new "greener" technology to help the environment and cut down on pollution.
We have a spokesperson for the organization here with us now how are you?"
"Good and thank you, I'm really honored to be part of this amazing organization and to see such a great turn out of donors for such a good cause. It's been amazing with over 37 million dollars donated by private, anonymous donors over the last three months, it's amazing..."
About half the city watched that news broadcast stream into their homes on their television sets.
***
It was about 2am when the superhero came out of his meditative state in the park.
He got up energized and flew around.
He saw some guy trying to steal some lady's purse, he zipped down and stood right behind the guy without him even noticing.
The guy got the purse turned around and ran right into him and knocked himself down.
"What do you think you're doing?" the superhero said authoritarily. Then he lunged in grabbed the guy by the shirt at the scruff of the chest. With his other hand he picked up the lady's purse, handed it to her, and told her to go home and get out of the dangerous night city streets. Then he flew the criminal to the police station, told them what he had witnessed, and took off.
Suddenly he heard police sirens all over the city they seemed to be closing in on a specific area, the superhero flew to that area to see what was going on.
He found a police sergeant standing next to a cop car, and stopped to ask him what's going on.
"A masked lunatic just killed 19 people and is now trying to escape in a small silver car, we've got every available unit trying to hunt him down."
He wasted no time, taking up in the air leaving a wind in his wake, the superhero started quickly combing the city for a small silver car driving conspicuously. He found one, and when he flew over it to check it out, all of a sudden he had gunshots being fired at him from inside the car.
"This must be it," he charged the car with full speed but the driver sped up to keep ahead of him.
This isn't going to work, he thought, I should make them think they lost me and follow them secretly and see where they go.
The next time a gunshot was fired the superhero grabbed his chest and purposefully fell down, to make them think he had been shot. Once their guard was down he followed them in secret.
They drove outside of the city thinking they had lost all tails, down a couple winding roads, then climbed Zenchō hill toward the Tomerarenai purotto corporation's construction spot, then went inside.
The superhero landed outside the building and contemplated his next plan. He noticed an open window to an office on the second floor, he carefully peered through the window and saw no one in the office, he flew in and landed on the floor careful not to make a sound above a mouse squeak. He quietly crept through the empty hallways until he reached the staircase, when he heard voices whispering downstairs, "He's gonna be here any minute/ get everything ready."
The hero thought he had no time to lose, he took to the air, bolted down stairs and with a loud dramatic voice yelled "Halt!"
"He's here!" they yelled as one of them ran toward a giant device that looked like a satellite dish, and the other one ran and pulled a rope, dropping piles and piles of smoldering coal around the superhero that immediately made him so sick he could barely move. industrial type smoke was his weakness.
"We've been planning for you to come here," the guy in the mask said firing up the satellite dish looking weapon and pointing it at him.
"W-What do you want?" the superhero asked weakened, frail, and short of breath on his hands and knees on the floor.
"To **** you so you won't stand in our way"
The superhero was growing weaker, and weaker, as the giant atomic laser pointed at him started glowing red, I told you this story was called "death of a superhero".
"Death, of a superhero?" the superhero grunted, "DEATH, of a SUPERHERO!?!" he shouted again, "YOU'VE BEEN ORCHESTRATING MY DEATH!" The superhero yelled at the narrator.
Yes I have, the narrator said all the people in the room could hear me, I've been planning your death since before you went after that getaway vehicle, I have such omnipotent like power over your world, I'm the reason the taser gave the one's working for these two time to escape, I'm the reason you never checked this place out until everything was ready, and now I get to watch these two **** you, and laugh, knowing that you'll never find me and there's nothing you can do to change events.
Now, the beam was fully charged
"No!" the superhero thought, "up till this point, I thought I had to go along with everything the narrator said, but no!" He started to slowly manage to get up.
The masked killer hit the button, fired the laser, and killed the superhero instantly.
Wait what?
"You think you can just **** me by saying so," the superhero grunted out louder slowly rising to his feet. Mentally forcing his body to work even in the presence of his weakness, in reality, contrary to what the narrator said, the beam was still charging.
"No!" the superhero continued, getting stronger and healthier, "THERE WILL BE NO DEATH OF A SUPER HERO!!!" suddenly the superhero's personal energy was strong enough to clear a bubble around him of fresh air pushing the smoke around it. He flew through the air at bullet speed and punched the masked killer across the room and out of consciousness. Then he went for the assistant who was running to the door, in the heat of the moment, the superhero, hitting him up from behind, punched a hole straight through his skull and he fell to the ground head-gored-dead. The superhero deactivated the laser. and stood and looked around to try and find that supervillian mastermind, the narrator.
"You will never find me," the narrator said, "I exist in an inexcusable part of your reality."
Then another voice broke through, "I will open up a portal to the narrator for you" the author said, "be wary though, even in his own part of this dimension, he is very frippery and slick, you must not let him break free into you're general reality, lest he end your world."
Suddenly a glowing golden sword appeared in a light before the superhero, he took it and bowed, understanding what he was to do.
A shimmering white and grey portal swirled out of thin air. He looked at it for a second as it grew outwards until it was big enough for him to walk through. He slowly marched into it, guard heightened as he did not know what to expect, carrying the glowing golden sword behind his back.
Inside the portal was a large white room where the narrator lived. there was a large white shelf, four walls and a ceiling, the portal remained open.
He looked around but didn't see the narrator at first, when he realized the narrator had filled half the room with a thick white fog to mask himself.
"Show yourself you coward!" the hero yelled. Sudddenly a large fist came out of the fog and punched the superhero right in the face, he stumbled back a few steps, but didn't let it knock him over. Suddenly a humanoid figure stepped out of the fog, it had a body like a man but a head like a king cobra.
"S--sssss--o" it said, "you found a way to find me," "Hisssssssssssss..."
"I found you and I will destroy you to free my world from your evil," the superhero said.
"Is-s that sssssssssso" the beast said. "And how do you plan to do that? Hisssssssss".
Then the narrator's eyes widened when he say the glowing gold sword behind his back.
"I will cover myself in armor that that sword can't pierce." He said.
"And an armor appeared around the narrator, except it only appeared to cover his head, and his face was still bare." The narrator said and it happened.
The superhero lunged at the narrator with the sword but the narrator slipped to the right and shot ***** of fire at the superhero, but the superhero dodged.
"And his hand got shaky and it greatly effected his aim," the narrator hissed out.
The superhero swung at the narrator, but missed everytime.
"I've got to steady my aim" the superhero thought to himself, putting most of his energy into his arm to hold it steady. The narrator backed away from him, hissing and darting back and forth as if antagonizing him, perhaps trying to distract him and his focus.
Suddenly he felt a surge of energy push back from the sword, flow up his arm and flood his body, the sword glowed brighter and he was in control of himself again.
He went after the narrator full force, swinging and jabbing the sword, but the narrator dodged every attack.
"You'll never defeat me!" the narrator hissed.
But while he said that he lost focus, and the superhero swung the sword right into the side of the human part of the body, so deep it hit something metal and stopped.
"Then he dropped the sword," the narrator said quickly and it happened. The superhero's hand snapped wide open before his willpower could stop it, and the sword dropped to the ground with a "shink".
Acting super fast, the narrator dropped to the ground and picked up the sword with his teeth, and slithered out of his fake, damaged human body into his true form, a giant king cobra looking snake, covered in a heavy metal armor that was scaly and didn't restrict his movements. Quickly, he slithered over to the portal, but the superhero grabbed his lower armor before he got a chance to escape into the hero's world, and used his body to anchor the snake to that spot.
The narrator swung and slithered his body to try to free himself from the hero's hold but he was holding on to well, and the serpent could not escape.
The hero did not know what to do, he needed to get the sword back and slay the serpent, but he had to keep both hands on him to keep him from getting free.
He had an idea, he used his legs to help anchor the serpent, and climbed him to get to his head to retrieve the sword. Slowly he worked his way up the snake as he slithered and struggled to get free. When it seemed inevitable that the hero was gonna get the sword back, the serpent spit it out and it landed next to the door. Then he shot fireballs out of his mouth at point blank range at the superhero which distracted him enough for him to loose his grasp, and let the serpent break free. The serpent quickly slithered over to the portal, hissed "goodbye sucker", mouthed the sword once again, and slithered out the portal.
The superhero jumped up and flew after the serpent, and crash landed onto of him on the other side of the now closing portal.
"The masked murderer woke up and came over to help the narrator," the serpent hissed out.
Suddenly the masked murderer came over and the hero was trying to get him on his side to break the stalemate.
As the snake and the superhero wrestled, the superhero called out to the masked murderer, "Don't help him, if he escapes me now, he'll destroy the world!"
"Don't listen to your enemy," the narrator hissed out, **** him!"
"Don't listen to him," the superhero tried to reason with him, "he's just manipulating you, everybody, he's the reason you wanted to **** me and do this whole project in the first place, YOU ultimately have free will! and we need to **** him."
The narrator strikes and bit the superhero's arm for telling the masked killer he had free will.
"What do you need!" the masked ****** shouted when he got over there.
**** him" the serpent hissed out!
"The sword!" the hero shouted.
The masked murderer, not knowing what to do, picked up the sword and handed it to the hero.
The superhero used it to pry off a piece of the serpent's armor, poised it into position and struck down. The narrator shifted his body however so the sword narrowly missed, and curved his tail so the open spot in the armor was underneath him, "Grab him!" the superhero said, hold him steady so I can get a good shot."
The Masked murderer did just that, and the hero drove the sword through the opening and impaled the narrator right there, and actually cut him in two.
"But then the narrator's body sealed at the womb and he slithered free" the serpent said and it happened, and he slithered at full speed toward the same door the masked murderer's assistant tried to escape through, and he was making distance.
"And then a layer of cement formed around the superhero's ankle so he couldn't chase the narrator." and a piece of cement attached to the floor formed around his ankle.
But the superhero made quick work of that, a **** of the leg and it reduced to crumbles and he got up and chased the serpent.
The serpent got outside the door and mumbled something, suddenly the door was a pure steel wall. Three punches by the superhero weakened the steel and severely dented it, the forth punch and it went flying off and the superhero ran outside and saw the narrator escaping into the brush. He knew what he had to do, he lunged at him and grabbed him just by the head, and ****** the sword through a hail of fireballs straight into it's mouth, the narrator couldn't speak to reverse that action and he died shortly after.
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 5:49 PM UTC
she struts on the stage,
bends her body to the right,
then the left,
she does a spin,
and strikes a pose
then slides into a waltz like dance
she bends over and grabs her ankles
and drags her hands up her body as she rises
her fingers grab her shirt
and she lifts it off her body
quick strikes a pose
and does a counter-clockwise spin
during which she unsnaps her bra
and works her arms until it's off
now you see her beautiful *******
bouncing free
she does a dance
and skips off stage
A man comes out in a suit and tie
"Give it up for the ladies tonight"
"You know if they were any more beautiful
we'd be accused of committing crimes.
did anybody hear about the President's trip to hannaford
he said yes, even you can afford
but that's not the worst part
his children were found playing in the alcohol isle
popping off beers and drinking them
I mean why not?
when you're the kid of the president
why would you give a ****
now give a hand to our next lovely lady
all the way from asia
to do her dance
of fantasy
give it up for the one and only
Chi Verina Lee"
She strutted out on stage (in bra and *******
she bent over to show her cleavage
and she grabbed her knees
she lifted her finger to her lip
and shished the audience
then she pointed out to them
and waved to come forward as she shook her ***
then she got up and turned her back to the audience
and hunched up her shoulders and looked
as if to see if anyone was watching her
she broke out into a quadruple plea-A
and bent for a sideways bow
then she moved her arms in an arch
and bent all the way down and touched the floor
she broke out into spins going the opposite way
in the midsts her bra went flying
she stopped to reveal small and perky *******
pointing toward the audience
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 9:17 PM UTC
What would you be if YOU were gonna
entertain people With your imagination
would you start a company
to wreak havoc for the sick at heart
would you be an actor
lying, I-mean playing your part
would you go on the big screen
or perform on the stage live
and perform stunts and tell jokes
to all the local tribes
would you construct a gas fire
in front of an elephant
would you use skimpy girls
to dance, have fun, for merriment
or would you go the dramatic route
and construct a story
about an unknown ******
where the hero has to track him down
without getting killed
would your swords clash
would the murderer have a gun advantage
would the hero have to duck and dodge
to deliver them a happy ending
roll under a car an wait for the time to strike
if you made entertainment
what would you construct tonight?
I wrote a poem
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 8:47 PM UTC