#musk
(A Symphony in the Air)
She passed
and the air forgot its name.
A trail of fire, wrapped in flame.
Not footsteps, no… she left a bloom,
a whispered spell, a haunting plume.
Jasmine bruised with midnight spice,
vanilla smoke and crushed device,
amber kissed by ancient lore,
and musk like sin behind a door.
It wasn’t scent, it was a hymn,
a chorus pouring from her skin.
Each note a memory, raw, refined,
a fingerprint the soul designed.
It danced on silk, it clung to bone,
it made the silence overgrown.
You smelled her once, now every room
aches for that ghost…
that perfume.
It wasn’t soft… it struck like wine,
first sweet, then heat, then serpentine.
It woke the dark, it stirred the bed,
it crowned the lips where words had fled.
Men forgot their vows that night.
Women wept with pure delight.
Time itself stood still to breathe
a scent like that will never leave.
It lives in coats, in creaking floors,
on letters slipped through velvet doors.
You lose her, yes - she slips too soon.
But you will always keep her perfume.
May 6, 2025
May 6, 2025 at 11:39 PM UTC
_In a future bright, where dreams take flight,
Elon Musk, a beam light.
From rockets high to electric cars,
He reaches for the distant stars.
With vision bold, he leads the way,
A president for a new day.
Innovation in his stride,
A leader with the world as his guide.
From Mars to Earth, his influence grows,
In every challenge, he boldly goes.
A mind so sharp, a heart so true,
Elon Musk, the future’s view.
In the halls of power, he stands tall,
A visionary answering the call.
With every step, he paves the path,
For a world that’s free from wrath.
Elon Musk, a name so grand,
A president to lead the land.
With dreams that soar and hopes that rise,
He guides us to the endless skies._
Mar 11, 2025
Mar 11, 2025 at 10:35 AM UTC
How many women here
have been impregnated
by Elon Musk? looking for hands
He plans to repopulate the planet
single handedly - well, not handed
exactly - you know what I mean.
In Australia, great swaths of Texas,
and of course Mar-a-Lago, he’s a serial offender,
because his ***** is legal tender.
Factoid: you might catch a disease,
he’s sleeping with everyone north of Belize
and several of them, frankly, look ******
Of course, you’d have to listen to him talk. shivers
Unless you say, “Hey, can we do this without conversation?”
That’s when you’d slip on your sleep mask, and, well, you know.
But what would you be thinking about?
.
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FUN! by KiNG MALA [E]
BLOODONTHETIMBS by Bren Joy [E]
Mar 3, 2025
Mar 3, 2025 at 10:40 AM UTC
Tesla stock is up again,
Guess that's good for Elon.
Though I think we're all real sick of him,
And the stink he calls "Musk."
Feb 28, 2025
Feb 28, 2025 at 1:52 PM UTC
- a long time, years later
Clown fishing, casts a line, running water, let it be thine own
and not another's with thee,
y'see privileged evolved symbionts, not all clownfish
resist the poison of safety under nigh effortless living,
as part of the whole truth a child's faith can swear to tell.
A play at whim,
with naught but words fluencing
the beam
I-
me up, you, Igor ego, report
we be
a reader ready thus far
we are now
alivin' pro-verb and a by-word
a ready writer
hero/sidekick entanglish script
a sit-a-spell twang
twine
twisted through the bards sense ever
vates seemed to vanish from mind
after war's last nervous twitch
was mollified
Scripture, dude. Mollified's a Bible word,
that must make it mean more
now, right?
DID, deident de-if, re-if
I'd imagine magi-
sense like you imagine The Force
reboot
or virtue felt flowing from your left ear
inexplicably
filtering any lingering apophenic
para-noid
stretches, tendencies, of the imaginary
cover. Dis be dat.
Bubble-inside-edge, flat as a bubble
this big
can seem
from here.
--- narrator VOG, insider anachronism
-- thunder. STOP breathe
k-thunk. putcha little foot right down
we got this rinka fidda long dance vibe
meme-ing ments where noments was
apophenia is real here, everything holds meaning.
a moment. May we speak. We read these
signals for help, as if help were all we're called for,
to order good be squeezed from chaos,
we bein salt
we hear
wolf worlf wworlfff- one time
peaceful as all *** out, we exhale
die, if y'wish. Prove it's a holographic illusion and
not you.
- this reminds me of a time
historytime, when we was drinkinotdrunk
we was actually throwing one side of the road
to the other
and nobody cared, it was okeh
minority report level impossible task, but words,
living words, written or proper spoke mit setting set,
we can do anything you think you can
frame within
tainers enterible by others with Rheastatic creativity mods.
Bubbles in the wine, moving it self aright,
was there some warning I
ignored for its occluded e-sense?
am am am i ever yes geo-time tic wait
apophenia (n.)
"tendency to perceive meaningful connections
between unrelated things," 1961, f
rom German Apophänie, said
to have been coined 1958 b
y psychiatrist Klaus Conrad,
from Greek apophainein "
to show, make known, show
by reasoning, produce evidence,"
from apo- "from" (see apo-)
+ phainein " to show, cause to appear"
(from PIE root *bha- (1) "to shine").
Feb 18, 2025
Feb 18, 2025 at 4:11 PM UTC
Folks ask why
I chose Elon as my guy,
Smart and tough
Knows how to fight even when rough,
Let him loose
To put woke projects in the noose,
Cause a stir
For progressives to deter,
Stop the rot
That placed us all in this garotte.
Act with haste
Take a sledgehammer to the waste,
Clean up house
Never mind who first we douse,
Set the scene
For what will come not what has been,
Make us great
Stem the voices that insidiously berate,
Make us strong
Choose what's right and not what's clearly wrong,
Pull as one
Don't cheat and steal then simply run,
Trust in him
For the fate of all excesses will be grim,
Trust in me
See how great united we can be.
Feb 16, 2025
Feb 16, 2025 at 4:16 PM UTC
It’s the billionaire’s coup–Trump, Putin and Musk.
They’re bleeding us out, from dawn until dusk.
Consumer protections, arts, farms, forestry–
the billionaires say they’re not necessary.
From the money they save, the tax cuts will come
to the billionaires, the millionaires, their daughters and sons.
Balance the budget, so they can all have some.
So many workers deemed useless and lazy,
such as nuclear engineers–whoops! Are they crazy?
Shredding all of Congress’s appropriations
and thumbing their noses at all other nations.
Except Putin’s, because, he’s one of them--
the billionaire’s club of rich white old men,
who share dreams of ransacking the whole world, entire,
until all of it ends in storms, floods and fire.
Then off via SpaceX past the Milky Way’s limits.
No, that’s not possible. But deep down they’re dimwits.
You can fool some of us, all of the time,
You can’t fool us all, and I’ll end this rhyme:
We’ll protest, we’ll sue, we’ll go out on strikes.
And if the time comes–their heads stuck on pikes.
Feb 15, 2025
Feb 15, 2025 at 12:50 AM UTC
Many conspiracy theories get the connections and convolutions right. What they get wrong is the distracting end game, when the truth's so clear. Just look at the results. The rich and powerful always escape culpability, escape punishment. If the evidence proves too blatant, creating nets of legal and PR complexities keep the farce of "justice for all," while maintaining their Old World nobility.
Victorian inbreds and mobster charlatans, cutting corners and destroying civic morals, just to grab up more Earth. Soon their cheapness will became ubiquitous. They'll all end up in imploding pleasure submarines, dining on deadly raw foie gras, or barreling off a crumbling bridge in a driverless car.
Aug 13, 2024
Aug 13, 2024 at 11:51 AM UTC
Hast thou found honey?
Eat so much as is good for thee,
thinking moderation then, success.
Ah, the analyst's probe, is it satisfying?
Child mind alerts, perks up its ear,
single minds have single ears, child mind
focus state, un monitored you, recall, child
minding your own business walking in the road.
Accepting having RSVP'd, we'ld wonder at first,
did we actually ask for this, or is this all made up?
Child mind cocked sure, I know.
We are all an alien probe learning the questions.
Each letter holds an American English phonic response…
and we… the elite sharers of knowns gleaned from scripture.
--selah, also means let it rest
The precedent for a post temple social order arose,
and the minds required for that task arose as well, but
as you know, knowledge was closely held, sacred codes,
cost of being called and chosen, male alone, bred to the bull.
Bred to the king of beasts, wed to the dragon whose bones
we have found in the gullet of beached Leviathans…
tribe of Bill Levy, sudden psy-psi dead guy makes a suggestion,
remember the yen to yank reality aright, and think it funny?
Jes' yankin' y'chaim, only be having like
a child's mind, pedo-meter counting steps away, flee
the birthing trauma, do the dying well.
Earnest Becker, take a chair, I think I felt you linger there,
death divined most fine state, just wait, settling, you feel.
Oct 19, 2023
Oct 19, 2023 at 1:09 PM UTC
I dream of owning an electric
car
but to buy one is a dream too
far
with a price tag of above sixty
grand
how can I get that sort of money in my
hand
I only receive a meagre
wage
and to pay it off would take an
age
I wonder if Elon Musk could loan me some folding
stuff
then I'm sure I'd be financial
enough
Nov 25, 2021
Nov 25, 2021 at 2:24 AM UTC
it's elon musk
his stiff, frozen corpse hurtling toward the earth
looks like space flight wasn't as grand as an idea as previously thought
the virgins have gone galactic
branson's body as cold as his icy heart
and eyes to match his lifelessness
the bald headed freak's gone bug-eyed!
clearly unprepared for the speed his amazon basic space shuttle hurtles at
as shoddily made as the rest of their **** the cabinet begins decompressing
why go to the stars
what do you think it is you'll find up there
peace or contentment
are you trying to prove something
you'd think if you'd really want to help humanity you might start on this rock before trying to jump to the next
oh you'll succeed
while the planet you so desperately sought to escape is in the throws of death's spiral
i'm sure it stings your pride to know you'll die before that though
Jul 19, 2021
Jul 19, 2021 at 1:43 AM UTC
The gardens of perfumed bliss
make me stop and stare as the
fumes run through me,
igniting the odes of passion
that once died in the drought
of the wilted roses in my dreams.
Aug 20, 2020
Aug 20, 2020 at 1:27 PM UTC
Splashes of water to the face
in order to save face.
I don’t think I’m meant for this place
but maybe I’d do better in outer space
if Elon sent me to Mars where I can set up base.
up there would be no rat race,
up there I’d set the pace
and I would lead it with grace
then send me to hyperspace
to see where the chips float.
Feb 28, 2020
Feb 28, 2020 at 1:54 AM UTC
thorny screwpines stop,
musky fragrent flowers enchant;
blood scented ecstasy!
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 11:55 AM UTC
No musk scented air,
Mango trees stand sans flowers;
Angry climate speaks!
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 3:08 PM UTC
Screwpine’s thorns hurt,
Flowers’ musky scent entice;
Bloodletting pleasure!
Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 2:34 PM UTC
Moonlit sky
Why
Do you try
To lie?
I see through
the treacherous
waste
of time and space
Saturn and Jupiter
make you look
stupider
You talk through Uranus
Milky way
You say?
Maybe
Some day!
Satellite
saddle bright
ride the horse
Ursa's delight
Universe
Witche's curse
Hide dark matter
In your purse
Atom, quark
In New York
Higgs-Boson
Keep your nose on
Big Bang
Big Crunch
Do not mention
The 12th dimension
Let's all send
our cars to Mars!
Maybe the aliens
Will choose ours?
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 12:47 AM UTC
That day fragrance said, I’m a Rose
Soft
Sensible
Soulful
Silent
Peaceful
Delicate
Beautiful
He understands,
To handle with care
“Umm, do you got thorns?”,
he asked
No way, fragrance replied
Peace embraced
Gateway to the soul
Essence of the Rose spread
The More
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 10:59 PM UTC
As we fight against time,
Only your scent survives.
I half remember your smile,
Some ideas too,
The shape of your *******
The size of your *******
Some of the marks on your naked skin.
The smell of your armpit appears in my memory,
Your mouth after countless cigarettes,
Some tobacco,
Some cannabis.
The scent of your perfume
Mixed with salty sweat.
That musk around your belly button
And the smell of waking up with sour kisses,
To much ***** the night before.
I can't remember your eyes,
I had to leave.
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 12:05 PM UTC
The scent, the garland of fresh jasmine
bedecked on your enticing coiffure exudes,
tickles desire for an immediate tight embrace.
Musky aroma of blooms of yellow Champak,
you always carry around gets too heady,
demands at least a passionate kiss quick,
if not an act fully dedicated to cupid,who won't lie.
Listen how breathlessly he suggests, options
that would suit to tastes different, one after the other!
If fragrance enhances love interest,lurking veiled,
why,but why,this discord,my dear? Be bit patient.
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 3:04 PM UTC
She spoke to me when it was quite,
In a silky voice late at night,
With hair so dark like skies at dusk,
Perfumed perhaps with scents of musk,
Saying: 'Don't hurry to get right.'
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 1:31 PM UTC
Smoke and musk and a bit of spice
That was the fragrance of the cologne
He was wearing that night.
Black background and shiny lights..
That's what I saw in his endlessly
Dark charcoal coloured eyes.
Smouldering fire and goosebumps in sight
That's what his hands
On my back felt like.
Electricity shooting up my spine
And rendering me paralysed
That's what I felt when his lips brushed mine.
Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 1:53 PM UTC