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As I walked through the apartment door, I did not expect anything more but comic books and video games Scattered on the floor. I felt like I was at a comic book store back down south. Batman, Superman and the green guy too. Posted on the walls for all who entered to view. But I had no idea who the hell they were. All I knew was that they had powers, Till Brett gave me the rundown for about an hour. Batman is a super-rich guy, with a fly ride. His parents were murdered by an evil guy. So Batman goes around knocking bad guys out. For he won’t **** you because of how his parents went out. Then we have Superman over to my left, A very fast man, with an “S” on his chest. He gets dressed in phone booths, then fly’s to save the day. He’s got x-ray vision, yep right through your shirt. If you turn around then it’s your skirt. Then we have my favorite one of them all, Green lantern with his ring of power. Making fists and gripping things. Anything is possible when he’s wearing that ring. So this is all I got out of my superhero lesson, They are all really good guys with their own little blessing.
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Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 6:31 PM UTC
Superheros
You & me in San Francisco grown men playing dress up plus nerds With you on my arms I am immediately separated from the heard The remaining 10% - the jocks only by chance furiously attending They gaze then pass at you curious glares As they aim at me their jealous thousand yards stares Stupefied and suspecting what we have in common to share As you turn heads when you glide gracefully across the exhilarating COMIC CON air; My fellow compatriots classify you as a beautiful figure that does not belong A goddess among men browsing the NEW 52 graphic novel stall As you broadcast your angelic smile while you enjoy this overflowing costumed hall But all eyes are on you – you are the bell of this superhero themed ball; My fellow geeks suffer in silence and in envious disbelief Eventually overcomes as they go through their own stages of denial and grief, Finally admitting this modern day miracle they begin to ponder If they are in a FINAL FANTASY slumber Day dreaming and sleep walking away into the yonder Then they soon realize and dare for themselves to wonder; If I - a geek just like them can accompany the company of a beautiful girl There exists NEW HOPE for them too - that things can take an unexpected turn From the ashes of common misconception and ridiculed rhetoric a DARK KNIGHT has risen Avenging a triumph for all nerds freaks and geeks across the world
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Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 2:47 PM UTC
A Short Story from Comic Con (SFO)
Sometimes she gets on with life as a model, She's a funny kinda gal. She likes listening to music and playing chess. She likes to contemplate studying. But when she starts to daydream, Her mind turns straight to socialising. Sometimes I look at her and I look into her eyes, I notice the way she thinks about me with only a smile, Curved lips she just can't disguise. But she thinks it's studying making her life worthwhile. Why is it so hard for her to decide which she loves more? Studying or... Socialising?She likes to use words like 'quirky' and 'lovely.' She likes to use words about people. But when she stops her talking, Her mind turns straight to depression. Sometimes I look at her and I look into her eyes, I notice the way she thinks about me with only a smile, Curved lips she just can't disguise. But she thinks it's studying making her life worthwhile. Why is it so hard for her to decide which she loves more? Studying or me?She likes to hang out with Justine and Vitta. But when left alone, Her mind turns straight to her loneliness. She hates herself and the rude people who stomp on her like ants. But she just thinks back to socialising, And she's happy once again.
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Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 2:38 PM UTC
funny kinda model
The smart, modern boys who’ll shepherd satellites and parent sly AI - live blocks away and spend sunny afternoons with digital zombies. I talked with one - once, I think, he mumbled some strange techno-English. He was pale and skittish but attractive in a shy, goth way. “Who are you voting for?” he stared blankly, “for prom court??” he stared blankly. “Madison’s nice, I say", handing him a ballot, (He checks her name) “Thanks!”
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Oct 13, 2020
Oct 13, 2020 at 6:38 AM UTC
democracy