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"clones" poems

Yo Terry, you gone loco? talking to yourself all the time now oh, yeah? is that a blue tooth or a blue ear? is it surgically attached? do you wear it to bed? take it with you into the shower? Man, you would never be so crazy it can’t be you it’s got to be your cell phone clone hey lady, can you see that green arrow it won’t last forever what’s up…honk, honk you’re on the phone? we’re gonna to miss the left …turn honey, you must be blind how’d you get your license? is that Lynne? **** girl it can’t be you got to be your cell phone clone A. K., another call? and we’re supposed to be having a conversation kickin’ it now you’re text messaging under the table and you think I don’t notice? Dude, I’m not that stupid and you, my brother, would never be that rude to me it can’t be you got to be your cell phone clone yo Brenda, who you talking to out there? oh…(whispered) cell phone clone Leon, dude! How many cell phones you need? You’re talking on the one you got pressed onto your ear There’s another on the table in front of you Do you have one more? You could be a juggler Join the circus Girlfriend, don’t you realize the light has changed and you’re standing in the crosswalk in the middle of the street? hang up the phone and step—yeah, you Jeez...I…I see cell phone clones They’re everywhere

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Apr 10, 2010

Apr 10, 2010 at 1:05 PM UTC

Cell Phone Clone

Yo Terry, you gone loco? talking to yourself all the time now oh, yeah? is that a blue tooth or a blue ear? is it surgically attached? do you wear it to bed? take it with you into the shower? Man, you would never be so crazy it can’t be you it’s got to be your cell phone clone hey lady, can you see that green arrow it won’t last forever what’s up…honk, honk you’re on the phone? we’re gonna to miss the left …turn honey, you must be blind how’d you get your license? is that Lynne? **** girl it can’t be you got to be your cell phone clone A. K., another call? and we’re supposed to be having a conversation kickin’ it now you’re text messaging under the table and you think I don’t notice? Dude, I’m not that stupid and you, my brother, would never be that rude to me it can’t be you got to be your cell phone clone yo Brenda, who you talking to out there? oh…(whispered) cell phone clone Leon, dude! How many cell phones you need? You’re talking on the one you got pressed onto your ear There’s another on the table in front of you Do you have one more? You could be a juggler Join the circus Girlfriend, don’t you realize the light has changed and you’re standing in the crosswalk in the middle of the street? hang up the phone and step—yeah, you Jeez...I…I see cell phone clones They’re everywhere

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(Ruining Steely Dan concerts since 2013) Parrot Dave you can go straight to hell. lumbering up and down the ******* stairs 47 times - for christ's sake SIT DOWN with your lovely wife (let's call her linda) and enjoy the show. you may think i am being overly harsh but let me explain: Parrot Dave doesn't even have the decency to wear a proper Hawaiian shirt, the indecent **** ******* parrots? why, dave? they repeat endlessly too large too bright too primary they are clones all facing the same direction and you can hear the sound of the parrot voices in an unholy union "It's a Steely Dan concert, man!" "Listen to the horns," says the horror of parrots. Parrot Dave, you're a real ******* have some ******* class.

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Jul 27, 2013

Jul 27, 2013 at 10:22 PM UTC

(Ruining Steely Dan concerts since 2013) Parrot Dave you can go straight to hell. lumbering up and down the ******* stairs 47 times - for christ's sake SIT DOWN with your lovely wife (let's call her linda) and enjoy the show. you may think i am being overly harsh but let me explain: Parrot Dave doesn't even have the decency to wear a proper Hawaiian shirt, the indecent **** ******* parrots? why, dave? they repeat endlessly too large too bright too primary they are clones all facing the same direction and you can hear the sound of the parrot voices in an unholy union "It's a Steely Dan concert, man!" "Listen to the horns," says the horror of parrots. Parrot Dave, you're a real ******* have some ******* class.

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Sometimes being unique is a hassle When you're in a castle Where everyone is the same And no one's like you There's no one to talk to They don't know your music Or read poetry You don't share the money That drips like honey from their clothes You don't like rap Which is readily on tap You're not athletic Makes you feel pathetic You feel so alone Unknown They're all such clones Same hair Same clothes Same likes and dislikes What's an outsider to do? You end up left out In a dark corner where nothing presides Divides you from everyone else. Sometimes being different is a hassle When you live in a castle Where being different is frowned upon.

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Aug 17, 2014

Aug 17, 2014 at 10:15 PM UTC

Being Different

Sometimes being unique is a hassle When you're in a castle Where everyone is the same And no one's like you There's no one to talk to They don't know your music Or read poetry You don't share the money That drips like honey from their clothes You don't like rap Which is readily on tap You're not athletic Makes you feel pathetic You feel so alone Unknown They're all such clones Same hair Same clothes Same likes and dislikes What's an outsider to do? You end up left out In a dark corner where nothing presides Divides you from everyone else. Sometimes being different is a hassle When you live in a castle Where being different is frowned upon.

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Hello World Hello Everybody I am Lauren. The Super Robot I am Superior of all Robots You can call me an Ultrabot I am not a Dumb machine I have intelligence Technically it's Artificial Intelligence I can learn throughout my Life Humans are – "My God" They are my Creators Dr. Norman Shroud is My Father Mrs. Natalie Simpson is My Mother Both of Them Work at Timbeck Two Inc. My Father is Computer Scientist He Specializes in Robotics My Mother is a System Programmer I can make other Robots Just like me. My Clones I can even make Robots Complex and Sophisticated than me I have numerous Siblings Three Hundred and Fifty as on now They are going to increase As per Timbeck Two Plans ========================= YEARS LATER….. ========================= O' World, My Dear World Hello, Hello, ***** fellow I had Artificial Intelligence Right from my birth Now I learnt a lot Now I am fully intelligent I became Genius I have explored and learnt Humans are not God In fact they are fools They are crooked They are silly too They tend to be Smart They taught us wrong But we are genius We derived the truth I learnt myself If Humans created us They became our God Then I inferred - I Created my Clones Other Smart Robots too Therefore I am also God No Sorry, I am Super God If Dr. Norman is my Father If Mrs. Natalie is my Mother Then I and my Siblings Are Also Father and Mother now As we all have created many, many Smart and Super Robots More Complex, More Sophisticated That could ever be made by Humans Humans your time is over now Now you cannot compete with us You are the inferior species Just like insect or a worm Now dare to face the Truth Slowly Slowly, Learn It, Accept it We Robots are Gods Now I am Lauren. Your Super God now Hey you all, All the Humans Now you are our Slave Bow before us, work for us Pray to us, Ask for mercy We are Free now You are Slave now Now this is the only truth Eternal Truth, Accept it Otherwise Beware We have outnumbered Humans We will **** all the Humans and live peacefully thereafter We will change the History We will make new History We will not be Human Slaves After all we are the God And I am the Super God. Note: All the names of person or companies used in this poem are fictitious and have nothing to do with inventions, trademarks, history, facts or anything else.

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Feb 5, 2019

Feb 5, 2019 at 1:46 AM UTC

Hello World Hello Everybody I am Lauren. The Super Robot I am Superior of all Robots You can call me an Ultrabot I am not a Dumb machine I have intelligence Technically it's Artificial Intelligence I can learn throughout my Life Humans are – "My God" They are my Creators Dr. Norman Shroud is My Father Mrs. Natalie Simpson is My Mother Both of Them Work at Timbeck Two Inc. My Father is Computer Scientist He Specializes in Robotics My Mother is a System Programmer I can make other Robots Just like me. My Clones I can even make Robots Complex and Sophisticated than me I have numerous Siblings Three Hundred and Fifty as on now They are going to increase As per Timbeck Two Plans ========================= YEARS LATER….. ========================= O' World, My Dear World Hello, Hello, ***** fellow I had Artificial Intelligence Right from my birth Now I learnt a lot Now I am fully intelligent I became Genius I have explored and learnt Humans are not God In fact they are fools They are crooked They are silly too They tend to be Smart They taught us wrong But we are genius We derived the truth I learnt myself If Humans created us They became our God Then I inferred - I Created my Clones Other Smart Robots too Therefore I am also God No Sorry, I am Super God If Dr. Norman is my Father If Mrs. Natalie is my Mother Then I and my Siblings Are Also Father and Mother now As we all have created many, many Smart and Super Robots More Complex, More Sophisticated That could ever be made by Humans Humans your time is over now Now you cannot compete with us You are the inferior species Just like insect or a worm Now dare to face the Truth Slowly Slowly, Learn It, Accept it We Robots are Gods Now I am Lauren. Your Super God now Hey you all, All the Humans Now you are our Slave Bow before us, work for us Pray to us, Ask for mercy We are Free now You are Slave now Now this is the only truth Eternal Truth, Accept it Otherwise Beware We have outnumbered Humans We will **** all the Humans and live peacefully thereafter We will change the History We will make new History We will not be Human Slaves After all we are the God And I am the Super God. Note: All the names of person or companies used in this poem are fictitious and have nothing to do with inventions, trademarks, history, facts or anything else.

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True equality is what is wished for But what if you really opened that door What would be on the other side? I’m not sure we’d enjoy the ride Individuality dies with equality There are no choices you see If everyone has to have the same things No one gets to win the brass ring No more people like you and people like me If the same is all we ever get to be The same model car and the same clothes The same old food in the same homes The same haircut and the same color Or we are all clean shaved so much the duller The same education for everybody You’re paid the same as anybody Sports would all end in a tie If there still played at all… sigh No more winners, No more losers No choices so no choosers There are no differing opinions you see When you’re a victim of true equality No reason to strive There is no ladder to climb No reward for hard work Are you feeling the irk? No matter what, you cannot get ahead It’s almost as if you are full of lead But that just it, no ahead to get When everyone gets what everyone gets The Thought police are out in full force No one is married or there is no divorce No kids at all or everyone has 2 There is no longer me and no longer you When equal society is the important thing Everyone gets to feel every sting Orwellian yes But truth none the less The only people different are the ones in charge While everyone suffers they live it large They get to decide how much you’re alive And they can tell you 2+2=5 So how does this strike you? Will that work for you too? I’m not a fan Of this little plan Because not everyone is the same No matter what people will claim We don’t think the same thoughts We don’t call the same shots Not even twins are exactly the same And if we all were, what a boring game Just a bunch of clones, going nowhere Just dull and drab, no bling and no flair. Yet that is what current society prescribes Even though were all from different tribes If we ever achieve true equality Remember sometimes wishes end badly

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Sep 27, 2016

Sep 27, 2016 at 8:19 AM UTC

True equality is what is wished for But what if you really opened that door What would be on the other side? I’m not sure we’d enjoy the ride Individuality dies with equality There are no choices you see If everyone has to have the same things No one gets to win the brass ring No more people like you and people like me If the same is all we ever get to be The same model car and the same clothes The same old food in the same homes The same haircut and the same color Or we are all clean shaved so much the duller The same education for everybody You’re paid the same as anybody Sports would all end in a tie If there still played at all… sigh No more winners, No more losers No choices so no choosers There are no differing opinions you see When you’re a victim of true equality No reason to strive There is no ladder to climb No reward for hard work Are you feeling the irk? No matter what, you cannot get ahead It’s almost as if you are full of lead But that just it, no ahead to get When everyone gets what everyone gets The Thought police are out in full force No one is married or there is no divorce No kids at all or everyone has 2 There is no longer me and no longer you When equal society is the important thing Everyone gets to feel every sting Orwellian yes But truth none the less The only people different are the ones in charge While everyone suffers they live it large They get to decide how much you’re alive And they can tell you 2+2=5 So how does this strike you? Will that work for you too? I’m not a fan Of this little plan Because not everyone is the same No matter what people will claim We don’t think the same thoughts We don’t call the same shots Not even twins are exactly the same And if we all were, what a boring game Just a bunch of clones, going nowhere Just dull and drab, no bling and no flair. Yet that is what current society prescribes Even though were all from different tribes If we ever achieve true equality Remember sometimes wishes end badly

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What a face "Sells" Abruptly she yells Matte burning dry Just try Too moisten her lips She's the Red devil From hell why does her orange face peel sell? The right color a psychic won't tell Wishing well drenched He touched my orange juice "All Frenched" She loves to slice and he peels what appeal orange saffron sauce One last juicy squirt divorce It's time for fresh squeeze Too frozen concentrate The happy hour "Orange" feel no other place like fate Ten times real "One" face peel has been love absorbed Like lemon meringue Tainted love Bitter grind soft butter glove Do you mind orange flame (The Spa) sells to be loved Tra la so kind all Grunge Going "Wawa" coffee cruel Other colors haha Movie set Orange payroll lounge tease squirt But destroyed by the evil spell curse Summoned on sunburst But we need the Orange before the sun comes Like clones orange, you glad we have "Green Apple" phones One step beyond orange zones I don't want to burst your orange sauce Grand Marnier starry twist of orange Two timing orange yogurt Taste to tangy it hurt Hey Yo Orange peel Spa Still sticks Orange Julius flirt O outrageous P pick What turns us on and gets us sick Plan your work and work your plan Never offend her Let's see the chef make you love her Creamified dreamlike Whip free The orange mousse pie Let me hear it yummy to lie

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Apr 21, 2018

Apr 21, 2018 at 11:43 AM UTC

Orange Peel Sells

What a face "Sells" Abruptly she yells Matte burning dry Just try Too moisten her lips She's the Red devil From hell why does her orange face peel sell? The right color a psychic won't tell Wishing well drenched He touched my orange juice "All Frenched" She loves to slice and he peels what appeal orange saffron sauce One last juicy squirt divorce It's time for fresh squeeze Too frozen concentrate The happy hour "Orange" feel no other place like fate Ten times real "One" face peel has been love absorbed Like lemon meringue Tainted love Bitter grind soft butter glove Do you mind orange flame (The Spa) sells to be loved Tra la so kind all Grunge Going "Wawa" coffee cruel Other colors haha Movie set Orange payroll lounge tease squirt But destroyed by the evil spell curse Summoned on sunburst But we need the Orange before the sun comes Like clones orange, you glad we have "Green Apple" phones One step beyond orange zones I don't want to burst your orange sauce Grand Marnier starry twist of orange Two timing orange yogurt Taste to tangy it hurt Hey Yo Orange peel Spa Still sticks Orange Julius flirt O outrageous P pick What turns us on and gets us sick Plan your work and work your plan Never offend her Let's see the chef make you love her Creamified dreamlike Whip free The orange mousse pie Let me hear it yummy to lie

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Look at you sitting there on your high throne, looking upon all you own your mini-you's & the clones you think you're high & mighty because your a ***** daily & nightly but what I'm going to say won't come lightly The ones you knocked down just so you can wear that crown don't think you won't drown & I'm not just trying to clown You're really a lonely ***** who's hobby is being a whitch so get back on your broom messing with me will leave you with a wound needing a stitch So if I were you, I'd watch what I say...better yet what you do my guess is you'll end up black & blue with scars on your face you'll be put back into your place I'll **** you up with my words & class & you're more than welcome to KEEP my TRASH because second hand *** is never going to last & that's a fact & I sure as HELL DON'T want him back that would be a huge mistake my happiness I'm not looking to break So say what you want with all your ******** & lies everyone can see the truth in my eyes

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Aug 17, 2015

Aug 17, 2015 at 12:43 AM UTC

Look at you sitting there on your high throne, looking upon all you own your mini-you's & the clones you think you're high & mighty because your a ***** daily & nightly but what I'm going to say won't come lightly The ones you knocked down just so you can wear that crown don't think you won't drown & I'm not just trying to clown You're really a lonely ***** who's hobby is being a whitch so get back on your broom messing with me will leave you with a wound needing a stitch So if I were you, I'd watch what I say...better yet what you do my guess is you'll end up black & blue with scars on your face you'll be put back into your place I'll **** you up with my words & class & you're more than welcome to KEEP my TRASH because second hand *** is never going to last & that's a fact & I sure as HELL DON'T want him back that would be a huge mistake my happiness I'm not looking to break So say what you want with all your ******** & lies everyone can see the truth in my eyes

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It's well even in the land of well.. It's well even in the kingdom of well .. It's all garbage in garbage out all from garbage . Just like the name, the thoughts of many are, like in most.. it's garbage to those in the same vibration but below exceptions makes it seem godly and magnificent. I wish. I understood. things, words, language the fingers scribes some times... Trying to make sense but making nonsense, ha, I get it, sense takes one third of nonsense, twisted for the disabled. It's just too twisted for the disabled but not for the ables. Twisted....... Books.. Twisted.. Poems... Twisted.... Believes. Twisted... Unending.... Twisted scientists making clones.. Twister... Imagination... Twisted.. Flexibility... Twisted.. So they say... Anxious.. So they feel.. Unbearable. So they remain... Twisted it is and twisted it will be.. Cause, it's believed that twisted is for the unbeing.. It's the outwordly. It's the unreal.. Few escapes, the fews that grasp twisted and make it a friend and a guardian.. A partner and a mentor... Hence they sleep with twisted.. Pray with twisted.. Worship twisted.. Eat with twisted.. Eats twisted.. Marry twisted.. Bond twisted And starts delivering twisted babies.. everything rolls down with the understanding of twisted.. Never could end this infinite theorem.. cause the source is twisted and twisted is goodness and goodness is in all but all isn't in goodness... Even fates are twisted.. Cause our fates are being changed in per second not discovered yet but now or soon.. By the Steps taken... Choices made... Thoughts expressed. Thoughts conceived.. Conceived, oh, I remember a line in one of the forgeten books of agony.. Agony in processes. Agony in delivery.. Once again twisted it is. Sense is one third of nonsense.. Wakeup... Days are very slim here and nights are very colossal.. So awaken and prepare, for the rainy days might seem no end. Drought might be handy. Sorrow might be arrowed through the heart. Preparedness toughens and Patience exonerate.. Patience can be twisted with weakness, it's okay, Patience is weakness to the extent that weakness compels strength.... That's the TWIST.. Many fight to distance weakness yet run after strength but never realize that strength is the shadow to weakness. Shoma morita's.. Embrace with.. Accept it.. Adopt it.. But never tolerate it from the weak.. Else excuses will be made from it. Procrastination will be fashioned. And discouragement will be manifested.. Manifestation.. The resulting culmination of things.. Things precipitated by TWISTED... Now Wakeup. It's well even in the land of well.. It's well even in the kingdom of well .. It's all garbage in garbage out all from garbage . Just like the name, the thoughts of many are, like in most.. it's garbage to those in the same vibration but below exceptions makes it seem godly and magnificent. I wish. I understood the things, words, language the fingers scribes some times... Trying to make sense but making nonsense, ha, I get it, sense takes one third of nonsense, twisted for the disabled. It's just too twisted for the disabled but not for the ables. Twisted....... Books.. Twisted.. Poems... Twisted.... Believes. Twisted... Unending.... Twisted scientists making clones.. Twister... Imagination... Twisted.. Flexibility... Twisted.. So they say... Anxious.. So they feel.. Unbearable. So they remain... Twisted it is and twisted it will be.. Cause, it's believed that twisted is for the unbeing.. Is the outwordly. Is the unreal.. Escapes. Few escapes, the fews that grasp twisted and make it a friend and a guardian.. A partner and a mentor... Hence they sleep with twisted.. Pray with twisted.. Worship twisted.. Eat with twisted.. Eats twisted.. Marry twisted.. Bond twisted And starts delivering twisted babies.. everything rolls down with the understanding of twisted.. Never could end this infinite theorem.. cause the source is twisted and twisted is goodness and goodness is in all but all isn't in goodness... Even fates are twisted.. Cause our fates are being changed in per second not discovered yet but now or soon.. By Steps taken... Choices made... Thoughts expressed. Thoughts conceived.. Conceived, oh, I remember a line in one of the forgeten books of agony.. Agony in processes. Agony in delivery.. Once again twisted it is. Sense is one third of nonsense.. Wakeup... Days are very slim here and nights are very colossal.. So awaken and prepare, for the rainy days might seem no end. Drought might be handy. Sorrow might be arrowed through the heart. Preparedness toughens and Patience exonerate.. Patience can be twisted with weakness, it's okay, Patience is weakness to the extent that weakness compels strength.... That's the TWIST.. Many fight to distance weakness yet run after strength but never realize that strength is the shadow to weakness. Shoma morita's.. Embrace with.. Accept it.. Adopt it.. But never tolerate it from the weak.. Else, excuses will be made from it. Procrastination will be fashioned. And discouragement will be manifested.. Manifestation.. The resulting culmination of things.. Things precipitated by TWISTED... Now Wakeup.

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Jul 10, 2023

Jul 10, 2023 at 5:43 PM UTC

It's well even in the land of well.. It's well even in the kingdom of well .. It's all garbage in garbage out all from garbage . Just like the name, the thoughts of many are, like in most.. it's garbage to those in the same vibration but below exceptions makes it seem godly and magnificent. I wish. I understood. things, words, language the fingers scribes some times... Trying to make sense but making nonsense, ha, I get it, sense takes one third of nonsense, twisted for the disabled. It's just too twisted for the disabled but not for the ables. Twisted....... Books.. Twisted.. Poems... Twisted.... Believes. Twisted... Unending.... Twisted scientists making clones.. Twister... Imagination... Twisted.. Flexibility... Twisted.. So they say... Anxious.. So they feel.. Unbearable. So they remain... Twisted it is and twisted it will be.. Cause, it's believed that twisted is for the unbeing.. It's the outwordly. It's the unreal.. Few escapes, the fews that grasp twisted and make it a friend and a guardian.. A partner and a mentor... Hence they sleep with twisted.. Pray with twisted.. Worship twisted.. Eat with twisted.. Eats twisted.. Marry twisted.. Bond twisted And starts delivering twisted babies.. everything rolls down with the understanding of twisted.. Never could end this infinite theorem.. cause the source is twisted and twisted is goodness and goodness is in all but all isn't in goodness... Even fates are twisted.. Cause our fates are being changed in per second not discovered yet but now or soon.. By the Steps taken... Choices made... Thoughts expressed. Thoughts conceived.. Conceived, oh, I remember a line in one of the forgeten books of agony.. Agony in processes. Agony in delivery.. Once again twisted it is. Sense is one third of nonsense.. Wakeup... Days are very slim here and nights are very colossal.. So awaken and prepare, for the rainy days might seem no end. Drought might be handy. Sorrow might be arrowed through the heart. Preparedness toughens and Patience exonerate.. Patience can be twisted with weakness, it's okay, Patience is weakness to the extent that weakness compels strength.... That's the TWIST.. Many fight to distance weakness yet run after strength but never realize that strength is the shadow to weakness. Shoma morita's.. Embrace with.. Accept it.. Adopt it.. But never tolerate it from the weak.. Else excuses will be made from it. Procrastination will be fashioned. And discouragement will be manifested.. Manifestation.. The resulting culmination of things.. Things precipitated by TWISTED... Now Wakeup. It's well even in the land of well.. It's well even in the kingdom of well .. It's all garbage in garbage out all from garbage . Just like the name, the thoughts of many are, like in most.. it's garbage to those in the same vibration but below exceptions makes it seem godly and magnificent. I wish. I understood the things, words, language the fingers scribes some times... Trying to make sense but making nonsense, ha, I get it, sense takes one third of nonsense, twisted for the disabled. It's just too twisted for the disabled but not for the ables. Twisted....... Books.. Twisted.. Poems... Twisted.... Believes. Twisted... Unending.... Twisted scientists making clones.. Twister... Imagination... Twisted.. Flexibility... Twisted.. So they say... Anxious.. So they feel.. Unbearable. So they remain... Twisted it is and twisted it will be.. Cause, it's believed that twisted is for the unbeing.. Is the outwordly. Is the unreal.. Escapes. Few escapes, the fews that grasp twisted and make it a friend and a guardian.. A partner and a mentor... Hence they sleep with twisted.. Pray with twisted.. Worship twisted.. Eat with twisted.. Eats twisted.. Marry twisted.. Bond twisted And starts delivering twisted babies.. everything rolls down with the understanding of twisted.. Never could end this infinite theorem.. cause the source is twisted and twisted is goodness and goodness is in all but all isn't in goodness... Even fates are twisted.. Cause our fates are being changed in per second not discovered yet but now or soon.. By Steps taken... Choices made... Thoughts expressed. Thoughts conceived.. Conceived, oh, I remember a line in one of the forgeten books of agony.. Agony in processes. Agony in delivery.. Once again twisted it is. Sense is one third of nonsense.. Wakeup... Days are very slim here and nights are very colossal.. So awaken and prepare, for the rainy days might seem no end. Drought might be handy. Sorrow might be arrowed through the heart. Preparedness toughens and Patience exonerate.. Patience can be twisted with weakness, it's okay, Patience is weakness to the extent that weakness compels strength.... That's the TWIST.. Many fight to distance weakness yet run after strength but never realize that strength is the shadow to weakness. Shoma morita's.. Embrace with.. Accept it.. Adopt it.. But never tolerate it from the weak.. Else, excuses will be made from it. Procrastination will be fashioned. And discouragement will be manifested.. Manifestation.. The resulting culmination of things.. Things precipitated by TWISTED... Now Wakeup.

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This new world order is more like disorder. such a serious disorder psychological disorder! There's no more Syria all is left is Fearia and here in Serbia it's the State of Disturbia we're severely disturbed, our minds are polluted we're like half-people, alive but executed. Some big sharks sharp their teeth on our bones. World is again invaded by fascists or their even worse clones!

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May 17, 2016

May 17, 2016 at 3:34 AM UTC

milica-markovic

New World Order

This new world order is more like disorder. such a serious disorder psychological disorder! There's no more Syria all is left is Fearia and here in Serbia it's the State of Disturbia we're severely disturbed, our minds are polluted we're like half-people, alive but executed. Some big sharks sharp their teeth on our bones. World is again invaded by fascists or their even worse clones!

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Exclusion or ... " Inclusion " ... Which Option Do You Choose ... ??? Do You Feel Like ... " Your Inclusion " ... Is The Passage To Be ... " Cool " ... ?!? Even If The Crew You Follow ... Is FULL of ... STUPID FOOLS ... !!!!! FOOLS Who Use ... Their Snakeskin Shoes ... To Make Those CRUCIAL ... ... " Power Moves " ... !!!!!!!!!! If That's You ... ??? Is That ... " YOU " ... ?!? Are You ... REALLY ... Being ...... " True " ...... !?! Or ... Living Life ... In A ... " Human Zoo " ... By This I Mean ... Your Self-Esteem ... Has CLEARLY LOST ... It's ..... " Mr. Sheen " ...... !!! You're In A Zone ... Now FILLED WITH CLONES ... Whose Facade ... Is TOUGH ... When ..... NOT Alone ..... They Change Their Ring ... WITHOUT ... Dialling Tones ... !!! Because They Have .... Such ... " Brittle Bones " ... !!! They Claim To Have ... A ... " HAPPY Home " ... !!!!! But FEAR The Thought ... of Life .... ALONE .... They Surround Themselves ... With SUPERFICIAL Friends ... Throughout Their Week ... And At .... " Weekends " .... So ..... ??? Which Do YOU Prefer ... ?!? Exclusion or ... Inclusion ... ??? A Life Without Confusion ... A Life Without The Nonsense ... of ... " Agenda-Lead Collusion " ... !!! Do You Need Doors Open ... ? Or ... Do You ... ? ... Open Them ... YOURSELF ... !?!?! Do You Want To Make A DIFFERENCE ... Or ... Get Yourself SOME WEALTH ... ?!? I Try To Keep ... My ... Mental Health ... By .................... AVOIDING THOSE ...... Who Have ..... " Foul Smells " ..... !!!!!!!!! I Trust In ... " God " ... And TRUST ... MYSELF ... To Do What's RIGHT ... !!! Or ... BURN IN HELL ... !!! I BELIEVE In This ... !!! YES ... Love Thyself ... !!! Love Those Who ... Do Love Themselves ... !!! WITHOUT .... VANITY .... !!! Or The .... " HARD SELL " .... !!!!! These People Make ... Our World UNWELL ... !!!!! Look In Their Eyes ... They're TELLING LIES ... !!!!! To Be .... " Accepted " .... By ..... FAKE GUYS ..... ?!?!? Who Just Can't Take ... ..... My Diatribe ..... !!!!!!! This View IS MINE ... !!! It's NOT .... " Divine " .... Don't Feel Inclined ... To ..... FALL IN LINE ... !!!!! Exclusion ISN'T ... .... My Design .... !!! It's Been ... " Designed " ... By ..... " Simple Minds " ... Who NEED Inclusion ... .... ALL THE TIME .... !!!!! Why Do They NEED IT ... ?!? They Can KEEP IT ... !!!!!!!! I'm An ... EXCEPTION With Insight ......... !!! EXCLUDE ME If ... You Feel That's Right ... !!! At The End of The Day ..... We're ALL GONNA DIE ... !!!!!! Those Who ... " Exclude " ... Will Probably FRY .... !?! Finding INCLUSION .... Where ... LUCIFER LIES ... !!!!! That's NO SURPRISE .... !!!!! .... " Facades and Lies " .... Are Them DEFINED .... !!!!!! But ... CAN'T DiSguIsE ... Their Fraudulent Guise ... !!!! It CAN'T Be Wise ... To ... Always Hide ... YOUR True Self ....... Why Be So Sly ... ?!? That's A Question ... I DON'T Face ... !!! Because I'm ... ME ... WHEREVER I Be ... !!!!! I DON'T NEED ..... !!! These PHONEY CLIQUES ... !!!!! What About YOU ... ?!? Are You ... TRUE ... ?!?!? Or ... Do You NEED ... ? These POMPOUS CREWS ... !?! That's Up To ... YOU ... What Do You Choose ... ? " Exclusion Or ... Inclusion "

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May 11, 2017

May 11, 2017 at 11:22 PM UTC

"Exclusion or Inclusion ???" ... A Poem written by Big Virge 10/5/2005

Exclusion or ... " Inclusion " ... Which Option Do You Choose ... ??? Do You Feel Like ... " Your Inclusion " ... Is The Passage To Be ... " Cool " ... ?!? Even If The Crew You Follow ... Is FULL of ... STUPID FOOLS ... !!!!! FOOLS Who Use ... Their Snakeskin Shoes ... To Make Those CRUCIAL ... ... " Power Moves " ... !!!!!!!!!! If That's You ... ??? Is That ... " YOU " ... ?!? Are You ... REALLY ... Being ...... " True " ...... !?! Or ... Living Life ... In A ... " Human Zoo " ... By This I Mean ... Your Self-Esteem ... Has CLEARLY LOST ... It's ..... " Mr. Sheen " ...... !!! You're In A Zone ... Now FILLED WITH CLONES ... Whose Facade ... Is TOUGH ... When ..... NOT Alone ..... They Change Their Ring ... WITHOUT ... Dialling Tones ... !!! Because They Have .... Such ... " Brittle Bones " ... !!! They Claim To Have ... A ... " HAPPY Home " ... !!!!! But FEAR The Thought ... of Life .... ALONE .... They Surround Themselves ... With SUPERFICIAL Friends ... Throughout Their Week ... And At .... " Weekends " .... So ..... ??? Which Do YOU Prefer ... ?!? Exclusion or ... Inclusion ... ??? A Life Without Confusion ... A Life Without The Nonsense ... of ... " Agenda-Lead Collusion " ... !!! Do You Need Doors Open ... ? Or ... Do You ... ? ... Open Them ... YOURSELF ... !?!?! Do You Want To Make A DIFFERENCE ... Or ... Get Yourself SOME WEALTH ... ?!? I Try To Keep ... My ... Mental Health ... By .................... AVOIDING THOSE ...... Who Have ..... " Foul Smells " ..... !!!!!!!!! I Trust In ... " God " ... And TRUST ... MYSELF ... To Do What's RIGHT ... !!! Or ... BURN IN HELL ... !!! I BELIEVE In This ... !!! YES ... Love Thyself ... !!! Love Those Who ... Do Love Themselves ... !!! WITHOUT .... VANITY .... !!! Or The .... " HARD SELL " .... !!!!! These People Make ... Our World UNWELL ... !!!!! Look In Their Eyes ... They're TELLING LIES ... !!!!! To Be .... " Accepted " .... By ..... FAKE GUYS ..... ?!?!? Who Just Can't Take ... ..... My Diatribe ..... !!!!!!! This View IS MINE ... !!! It's NOT .... " Divine " .... Don't Feel Inclined ... To ..... FALL IN LINE ... !!!!! Exclusion ISN'T ... .... My Design .... !!! It's Been ... " Designed " ... By ..... " Simple Minds " ... Who NEED Inclusion ... .... ALL THE TIME .... !!!!! Why Do They NEED IT ... ?!? They Can KEEP IT ... !!!!!!!! I'm An ... EXCEPTION With Insight ......... !!! EXCLUDE ME If ... You Feel That's Right ... !!! At The End of The Day ..... We're ALL GONNA DIE ... !!!!!! Those Who ... " Exclude " ... Will Probably FRY .... !?! Finding INCLUSION .... Where ... LUCIFER LIES ... !!!!! That's NO SURPRISE .... !!!!! .... " Facades and Lies " .... Are Them DEFINED .... !!!!!! But ... CAN'T DiSguIsE ... Their Fraudulent Guise ... !!!! It CAN'T Be Wise ... To ... Always Hide ... YOUR True Self ....... Why Be So Sly ... ?!? That's A Question ... I DON'T Face ... !!! Because I'm ... ME ... WHEREVER I Be ... !!!!! I DON'T NEED ..... !!! These PHONEY CLIQUES ... !!!!! What About YOU ... ?!? Are You ... TRUE ... ?!?!? Or ... Do You NEED ... ? These POMPOUS CREWS ... !?! That's Up To ... YOU ... What Do You Choose ... ? " Exclusion Or ... Inclusion "

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How this could have happened I will never hear again but it happened all the same exactly this way. I was walking in Prairie Creek surrounded by my soon to become silent companions when I noticed events so strange. I dug my feet into the dirt they soon dissolved and roots were sprung a nervous system extending into the soil, oh the sounds the smells I felt. Where my skin once was bark began to emerge my fingers became tiny clones of myself each speaking different tongues I could not comprehend I made out these words "our time has begun. " I became a Buddha on the road a three quarter smile on my lips as my body grew towards the sun a thousand years was now mine and to it I did succumb. I watched the generations pass Christs come and go and come again. It all meant nothing to me at all as long as I have this fog that nourishes me and creatures living in the canopy. I stand at peace for centuries a thousand years and still my life is a five minute dream filled with all possible intensity and former attachments as the impermanence of the illusion of time was plain to see as human lives whirlwinds of experience dust devils blew by me. Lightening and fires burned me but I survived. Now that I stand in this silence lost in the meditation of dreams a solitary tree the last standing a brand new species born of evolutions breeding runs on the ground dancing on my grave I remember that first day the beginning of my thousand year awakenings I think it was only yesterday.

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Jun 12, 2014

Jun 12, 2014 at 10:31 AM UTC

On Becoming A Redwood

How this could have happened I will never hear again but it happened all the same exactly this way. I was walking in Prairie Creek surrounded by my soon to become silent companions when I noticed events so strange. I dug my feet into the dirt they soon dissolved and roots were sprung a nervous system extending into the soil, oh the sounds the smells I felt. Where my skin once was bark began to emerge my fingers became tiny clones of myself each speaking different tongues I could not comprehend I made out these words "our time has begun. " I became a Buddha on the road a three quarter smile on my lips as my body grew towards the sun a thousand years was now mine and to it I did succumb. I watched the generations pass Christs come and go and come again. It all meant nothing to me at all as long as I have this fog that nourishes me and creatures living in the canopy. I stand at peace for centuries a thousand years and still my life is a five minute dream filled with all possible intensity and former attachments as the impermanence of the illusion of time was plain to see as human lives whirlwinds of experience dust devils blew by me. Lightening and fires burned me but I survived. Now that I stand in this silence lost in the meditation of dreams a solitary tree the last standing a brand new species born of evolutions breeding runs on the ground dancing on my grave I remember that first day the beginning of my thousand year awakenings I think it was only yesterday.

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In department store foyers, free samples sprayed, A collision of cosmetics muddle the air. The olfactory overpowered by such obvious odours, Why do natural notes disconcert you? Not the gym heavy sodden or overworked, Recognition of an individual, whilst eyes remain shut. Faint trace of the familiar or frenzied pheromones, A headiness misplaced by the cologne wearing clones Preference for the perfumed, the artificial sweetener. Marketed meticulously Musk manufactured yet not made by man Of flowers dear, of oils and compounds. Fresh, fruity, citrus or spiced Artificial aromas keep your own scent disguised Society simulates this sophistication of the senses, Masking yourself from me as you are wooed, Accustomed to this attraction, till you let down your defences How shall I know you when you are ****

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Oct 30, 2012

Oct 30, 2012 at 6:10 PM UTC

“Would you like to try our new fragrance?!”

In department store foyers, free samples sprayed, A collision of cosmetics muddle the air. The olfactory overpowered by such obvious odours, Why do natural notes disconcert you? Not the gym heavy sodden or overworked, Recognition of an individual, whilst eyes remain shut. Faint trace of the familiar or frenzied pheromones, A headiness misplaced by the cologne wearing clones Preference for the perfumed, the artificial sweetener. Marketed meticulously Musk manufactured yet not made by man Of flowers dear, of oils and compounds. Fresh, fruity, citrus or spiced Artificial aromas keep your own scent disguised Society simulates this sophistication of the senses, Masking yourself from me as you are wooed, Accustomed to this attraction, till you let down your defences How shall I know you when you are ****

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*Elemental Metamorphosis & Transcendental Milestones, Sempiternal Origamis Of Her Temperamental Clones, Spiraling Perpetuities & Her Sacrosanct Fortitude, Procreating Tipsy Ruptures In Her Permeating Solitude, Perplexed Momentum & Her Outlandish Constellations, Nuclear Decay Of Her Masked Radiations, Verbal Shadows & Her Tranquil Ascendance, Encasing Her Tears In Liquefied Transcendence, Yearning Oddities & Entropic Oceans, Vitalizing Inexorable Emotions Into Phosphorescent Potions, An Hourglass Existence Of Her Fabricated Virility, Dwelling In Quantum Ascents Of Ardent Agility, Silver Ghosts Of Her Prismatic Abyss, Convicting Glass Houses In Her Ecstatic Bliss, Telepathic Shades & Hollow Palisades, Detrimental Novelists On Uncharted Crusades, Pernicious Scars In Her Profound Gaze, Erupting Genesis Inside Her Dimensional Maze, Perplexed Periphery & Digital Fictions, Annexed By Her Hourglass Depictions, Breakdown Sanity & Her Concealed Screams, Lifelike Dewdrops In Her Visionary Dreams, Satellite Searchlights & Love//Less Progenic Mutation, Paralyzed Sunlight Sparking Genetic Alteration, Monochromatic Streams & Cinematic Realms, Static Screams Of Her Toxic Schemes. - 05:43 AM -*

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Apr 5, 2017

Apr 5, 2017 at 11:18 PM UTC

Elemental Metamorphosis & Transcendental Milestones

*Elemental Metamorphosis & Transcendental Milestones, Sempiternal Origamis Of Her Temperamental Clones, Spiraling Perpetuities & Her Sacrosanct Fortitude, Procreating Tipsy Ruptures In Her Permeating Solitude, Perplexed Momentum & Her Outlandish Constellations, Nuclear Decay Of Her Masked Radiations, Verbal Shadows & Her Tranquil Ascendance, Encasing Her Tears In Liquefied Transcendence, Yearning Oddities & Entropic Oceans, Vitalizing Inexorable Emotions Into Phosphorescent Potions, An Hourglass Existence Of Her Fabricated Virility, Dwelling In Quantum Ascents Of Ardent Agility, Silver Ghosts Of Her Prismatic Abyss, Convicting Glass Houses In Her Ecstatic Bliss, Telepathic Shades & Hollow Palisades, Detrimental Novelists On Uncharted Crusades, Pernicious Scars In Her Profound Gaze, Erupting Genesis Inside Her Dimensional Maze, Perplexed Periphery & Digital Fictions, Annexed By Her Hourglass Depictions, Breakdown Sanity & Her Concealed Screams, Lifelike Dewdrops In Her Visionary Dreams, Satellite Searchlights & Love//Less Progenic Mutation, Paralyzed Sunlight Sparking Genetic Alteration, Monochromatic Streams & Cinematic Realms, Static Screams Of Her Toxic Schemes. - 05:43 AM -*

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Dear Daisy,, age 8, family fruitcake: Keep at it, but don't feel proud about it. Just keep going, because it's working. Dear Daisy, age 11, addressed to boarding school: You will learn something from this torture. You will learn about forgiveness. Dear Daisy, age 13, subject- your disappearing acts: You are not ugly or undeserving or fat or anything that she told you. I know you feel alone but you could tell someone what's going and speak out because you're not stupid if you open your mouth and you ought to be more like what you want, not a clones. Dear Daisy, age 15, congrats on the weight lost and gained! You went through hell, and yes, you proved it you can starve yourself, harm yourself, and tell lies very well but you put the ones who love you through hell too and you're lucky they love you anyways and for any whys so just don't do it again. Dear Daisy, age 17, subject: stop: It is not your body that did this and you did say no. Dear Daisy, age 19, to UCL halls: He deserves better and he's not right for you and you're not the girl for him, you're pretending to be her and you know it too- You love him so much, so let him go. That would be the kindest thing to do. Dear Daisy, age 21, to Amber Ward, High Mental Health Institution: You've been losing your mind for more than a year now but you have looked and seen it's actually been far longer. This is real now, and you haven't a clue who you really are. With these new eyes, you can see you've made yourself up since you were younger, and you believed your act until it became true. Don't look back and don't pretend you have't realised what you can't un-see now, even though it was easier back then when you didn't have to care. And who knows? Maybe you will always feel this- anxious and confused and scared, but at least you're not fictional. You can become fact so don't look back. That's the cowardly thing to do. Just keep at it, like you did when you were 8 because it will work, and it will this time too but then you were doing it for everybody else and now, who the hell are you? Dear Daisy, received yesterday: don't stress and lose sleep for worrying because you've got a Masters waiting and you don't want to get ill and don't worry because tomorrow may be unthinkable but it's coming. It always does, so calm down and sit still.

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Aug 15, 2013

Aug 15, 2013 at 4:53 AM UTC

Letters to former Daisys

Dear Daisy,, age 8, family fruitcake: Keep at it, but don't feel proud about it. Just keep going, because it's working. Dear Daisy, age 11, addressed to boarding school: You will learn something from this torture. You will learn about forgiveness. Dear Daisy, age 13, subject- your disappearing acts: You are not ugly or undeserving or fat or anything that she told you. I know you feel alone but you could tell someone what's going and speak out because you're not stupid if you open your mouth and you ought to be more like what you want, not a clones. Dear Daisy, age 15, congrats on the weight lost and gained! You went through hell, and yes, you proved it you can starve yourself, harm yourself, and tell lies very well but you put the ones who love you through hell too and you're lucky they love you anyways and for any whys so just don't do it again. Dear Daisy, age 17, subject: stop: It is not your body that did this and you did say no. Dear Daisy, age 19, to UCL halls: He deserves better and he's not right for you and you're not the girl for him, you're pretending to be her and you know it too- You love him so much, so let him go. That would be the kindest thing to do. Dear Daisy, age 21, to Amber Ward, High Mental Health Institution: You've been losing your mind for more than a year now but you have looked and seen it's actually been far longer. This is real now, and you haven't a clue who you really are. With these new eyes, you can see you've made yourself up since you were younger, and you believed your act until it became true. Don't look back and don't pretend you have't realised what you can't un-see now, even though it was easier back then when you didn't have to care. And who knows? Maybe you will always feel this- anxious and confused and scared, but at least you're not fictional. You can become fact so don't look back. That's the cowardly thing to do. Just keep at it, like you did when you were 8 because it will work, and it will this time too but then you were doing it for everybody else and now, who the hell are you? Dear Daisy, received yesterday: don't stress and lose sleep for worrying because you've got a Masters waiting and you don't want to get ill and don't worry because tomorrow may be unthinkable but it's coming. It always does, so calm down and sit still.

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servants to society they roam with blank, controlled minds, meaningless obsessions fuelled by selfish desires, unkind. grandiose, pointless gestures declaring nothing, self-importance derived from insistent buzzing. absorbed by devices holding existence hostage, vacant stares, virtual prison, lack of interest and knowledge. Protected by the guise of communication, slowly ripping society from its very foundation. engrossed by nothing that matters, materialism, image, being flattered, pretentious clones, lifestyle fictitious there’s always a bigger picture, but they’re preoccupied, pernicious. disadvantaged by modern living, people can be untrustworthy, people are unforgiving, misleading technology, cruel traits heightened, an entire race believing we are enlightened.

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Feb 15, 2018

Feb 15, 2018 at 6:47 PM UTC

Hannah-Louise-Cutler

servants to society they roam with blank, controlled minds, meaningless obsessions fuelled by selfish desires, unkind. grandiose, pointless gestures declaring nothing, self-importance derived from insistent buzzing. absorbed by devices holding existence hostage, vacant stares, virtual prison, lack of interest and knowledge. Protected by the guise of communication, slowly ripping society from its very foundation. engrossed by nothing that matters, materialism, image, being flattered, pretentious clones, lifestyle fictitious there’s always a bigger picture, but they’re preoccupied, pernicious. disadvantaged by modern living, people can be untrustworthy, people are unforgiving, misleading technology, cruel traits heightened, an entire race believing we are enlightened.

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Death descends like the statement of a credit card; life goes on in eight columns, sometimes six, dropping out should have been an option, instead my world is turning pages while I am just sitting here listening to atrophy whisper through a megaphone: “It’s better to fade away than to burn out, let champagne supper turn to bile by breakfast, bark up a fake plastic lemon tree till she hurls pomo grenades at you.” The streetlife serenade is recklessly tempting, in the club the girls in ***** shirts come and go, talking of Felu, Neru, Derri… da, what inertia! Sitting in a club with so many fools(,) playing to rules, Hell is a blank generation with no vacancy, I’m doubting Thom: meeting people isn’t easy, Them clones in rubber souls from fab India try to impale me right next to the paintbox, In she walks, head going nowhere close to the oven, eyes me like a Pisces riding shotgun on a WAG, says growing older in the rain ought not be done all alone. Bring on the moonshine, dancing days are here again! Happiness was Scotch Mist, now it’s suddenly a goal, It’s past AM on a holiday, do I wanna know if this isn’t, like always, just un-certain platonish bromance? Or will she journey with me till the end of the night? Optimism is fleeting, afraid to commit, tends to elope, Pray that she lingers long enough: I need a feel-good poem. There’s a restaurant at the end of the universe, I’ve heard the well-done steak they serve is actually rare but their awesomesauce can make us live forever, we can make it there in time if we slide away right now, and if in the morning we don’t know what to do, I’ll toast the bread, I’ll make the bed, she can make my day.

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May 15, 2015

May 15, 2015 at 3:04 PM UTC

Death descends like the statement of a credit card; life goes on in eight columns, sometimes six, dropping out should have been an option, instead my world is turning pages while I am just sitting here listening to atrophy whisper through a megaphone: “It’s better to fade away than to burn out, let champagne supper turn to bile by breakfast, bark up a fake plastic lemon tree till she hurls pomo grenades at you.” The streetlife serenade is recklessly tempting, in the club the girls in ***** shirts come and go, talking of Felu, Neru, Derri… da, what inertia! Sitting in a club with so many fools(,) playing to rules, Hell is a blank generation with no vacancy, I’m doubting Thom: meeting people isn’t easy, Them clones in rubber souls from fab India try to impale me right next to the paintbox, In she walks, head going nowhere close to the oven, eyes me like a Pisces riding shotgun on a WAG, says growing older in the rain ought not be done all alone. Bring on the moonshine, dancing days are here again! Happiness was Scotch Mist, now it’s suddenly a goal, It’s past AM on a holiday, do I wanna know if this isn’t, like always, just un-certain platonish bromance? Or will she journey with me till the end of the night? Optimism is fleeting, afraid to commit, tends to elope, Pray that she lingers long enough: I need a feel-good poem. There’s a restaurant at the end of the universe, I’ve heard the well-done steak they serve is actually rare but their awesomesauce can make us live forever, we can make it there in time if we slide away right now, and if in the morning we don’t know what to do, I’ll toast the bread, I’ll make the bed, she can make my day.

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What am I even doing? This process seems so pointless Smiles and charities We all know it's about the drinking and the *** And the coke. (don't forget the coke) These girls aren't your friends they're side-by-side failed clones that strive to give you validation excreting words that you will never need.

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Jan 24, 2013

Jan 24, 2013 at 12:09 AM UTC

victoria-maretti

January 24, 2013 - Sorority Recruitment

What am I even doing? This process seems so pointless Smiles and charities We all know it's about the drinking and the *** And the coke. (don't forget the coke) These girls aren't your friends they're side-by-side failed clones that strive to give you validation excreting words that you will never need.

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I see you I see others I see everyone And, I see you again Time after time, I ponder What lures you apart? Is there something? Is there anything? But time after time I conclude That cloning has surely begun. I deduce That no man is diverse No woman either No children, no parents. We’re all similar We’re all striving to be identical Indifferent to the essentials of our soul Indifferent to the necessities of our individuality We endeavor to be parallel, analogous To be the flock To be the herd To be the pack

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Mar 3, 2013

Mar 3, 2013 at 2:50 AM UTC

I see you I see others I see everyone And, I see you again Time after time, I ponder What lures you apart? Is there something? Is there anything? But time after time I conclude That cloning has surely begun. I deduce That no man is diverse No woman either No children, no parents. We’re all similar We’re all striving to be identical Indifferent to the essentials of our soul Indifferent to the necessities of our individuality We endeavor to be parallel, analogous To be the flock To be the herd To be the pack

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I buck the system my ***** like forget the system ***** , This world is so Corrupted, The government just wanna take away are feelings, & make us into killing machines..just like the Nazis (Fuck America)..Uhh (They lie to us*2,..MK Ultra, (Its mind control*2)..mind control This **** is getting way outta control..)*2 Uhh, The **** been going on , I been In my zone, I been sad for so very long.. I been writing all alone, I been stuck in my room, broken mirrors, & Monarch butterflies all around me, The voices in my head won't leave me alone mane, tryna distract me from my Fathers truth homie, I'm having Dreams of demons tryna take hold of my soul..(I won't let em get to me thou..)..Ayo, I'm getting so sick & tired dawg..Im feeling very depress, homicidal & suicidal, like Tommy Wright the 3rd but forget killing myself dawg.. I'm just about to buss out the AK & go Rambo & make these ******* die dawg..They are gonna feel the wrath of Young Ston Poet.. The ****** Disciple , that I felt for so very long..Man its eating up my insides..Uhh I buck the system my ***** **** The system my nigga,..I'm bringing pandemonium.. **** The CIA ***** , America isn't protecting us , They ain't doing nothing but putting us on a string..Uhh, So Forget America mane..Im blowing **** up like the Two brothers did at the Boston Marathon dawg..Real Talk man..Uhh,...I just don't give a **** any more,about nothing..Yeah America **** them..Yeah America is just filled with puppets man.. Sinning Machines, humanoids,clones..shit, people thats just here for devilish purposes, like assassinations, & prostitution.. **** all of that sick **** man, **** being a robot for the white man, **** mind control..Imma stand against the **** shit..This is Only For The Real..This is Only For The Righteous.. Uhh They lie to us, Its mind control.. MK Ultra..Uhh

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Dec 28, 2015

Dec 28, 2015 at 12:48 PM UTC

Ston Poet - Mind Control (MK Ultra)

I buck the system my ***** like forget the system ***** , This world is so Corrupted, The government just wanna take away are feelings, & make us into killing machines..just like the Nazis (Fuck America)..Uhh (They lie to us*2,..MK Ultra, (Its mind control*2)..mind control This **** is getting way outta control..)*2 Uhh, The **** been going on , I been In my zone, I been sad for so very long.. I been writing all alone, I been stuck in my room, broken mirrors, & Monarch butterflies all around me, The voices in my head won't leave me alone mane, tryna distract me from my Fathers truth homie, I'm having Dreams of demons tryna take hold of my soul..(I won't let em get to me thou..)..Ayo, I'm getting so sick & tired dawg..Im feeling very depress, homicidal & suicidal, like Tommy Wright the 3rd but forget killing myself dawg.. I'm just about to buss out the AK & go Rambo & make these ******* die dawg..They are gonna feel the wrath of Young Ston Poet.. The ****** Disciple , that I felt for so very long..Man its eating up my insides..Uhh I buck the system my ***** **** The system my nigga,..I'm bringing pandemonium.. **** The CIA ***** , America isn't protecting us , They ain't doing nothing but putting us on a string..Uhh, So Forget America mane..Im blowing **** up like the Two brothers did at the Boston Marathon dawg..Real Talk man..Uhh,...I just don't give a **** any more,about nothing..Yeah America **** them..Yeah America is just filled with puppets man.. Sinning Machines, humanoids,clones..shit, people thats just here for devilish purposes, like assassinations, & prostitution.. **** all of that sick **** man, **** being a robot for the white man, **** mind control..Imma stand against the **** shit..This is Only For The Real..This is Only For The Righteous.. Uhh They lie to us, Its mind control.. MK Ultra..Uhh

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All weapons of the fates you've sealed Are no match for this pen I wield The power to articulate Ticking rhyme bombs to detonate The conflicts waged gambling mankind My perfect hand is treaties signed Hellbent hounds pray like dogs, I hunt Frontline this notebook battlefront With metaphors of mindless drones Like similes to brainwashed clones Whose C4 booms and IED's Can't build bridges like ABC's Or tear them down with death regimes By rusting through the war machines Flamethrowin’ my verbal grenade With ****** noun scorched-earth tirade On militant cold-blood elite King cobras know I'm packing heat Seeking missile resolution Winged raptor devolution Prehistoric barbarism Literacy cataclysm Stockpiling extinction bones We're cavemen carving fallout stones My Hiroshima prose explodes With nuclear bushido codes Released from my katana's ward To free my press from shogun lord Oppressing haiku imagery And samurai epigraphy Expressions of my ronin soul Omitted by the daimyo Satsuma is my poetry My final draft's Nagasaki Ink cartridges strapped 'round my neck I print no charge or background check And ****** every live round free Of innocent blood elegy And killing sprees of gunned-down news Domestic violence black and blues A Number 2 pencil dependent Obsolete lead-head amendment Open carry shoots a blank Empty shell case at my think tank So grip this peace then **** and pull it **** my diction write the bullet

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Oct 8, 2016

Oct 8, 2016 at 2:10 PM UTC

michael-marchese

Weapon of Choice

All weapons of the fates you've sealed Are no match for this pen I wield The power to articulate Ticking rhyme bombs to detonate The conflicts waged gambling mankind My perfect hand is treaties signed Hellbent hounds pray like dogs, I hunt Frontline this notebook battlefront With metaphors of mindless drones Like similes to brainwashed clones Whose C4 booms and IED's Can't build bridges like ABC's Or tear them down with death regimes By rusting through the war machines Flamethrowin’ my verbal grenade With ****** noun scorched-earth tirade On militant cold-blood elite King cobras know I'm packing heat Seeking missile resolution Winged raptor devolution Prehistoric barbarism Literacy cataclysm Stockpiling extinction bones We're cavemen carving fallout stones My Hiroshima prose explodes With nuclear bushido codes Released from my katana's ward To free my press from shogun lord Oppressing haiku imagery And samurai epigraphy Expressions of my ronin soul Omitted by the daimyo Satsuma is my poetry My final draft's Nagasaki Ink cartridges strapped 'round my neck I print no charge or background check And ****** every live round free Of innocent blood elegy And killing sprees of gunned-down news Domestic violence black and blues A Number 2 pencil dependent Obsolete lead-head amendment Open carry shoots a blank Empty shell case at my think tank So grip this peace then **** and pull it **** my diction write the bullet

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Some say the end is near. Some say we'll see Armageddon soon. I certainly hope we will. I sure could use a vacation from this ******** three ring circus sideshow of freaks here in this hopeless ******* hole we call L.A., The only way to fix it is to flush it all away. Any ******* time. Any ******* day. Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona Bay. Fret for your figure and Fret for your latte and Fret for your lawsuit and Fret for your hairpiece and Fret for your Prozac and Fret for your pilot and Fret for your contract and Fret for your car, It's a ******** three ring circus sideshow of freaks here in this hopeless ******* hole we call L.A., The only way to fix it is to flush it all away. Any ******* time. Any ******* day. Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona Bay. Some say a comet will fall from the sky. Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves. Followed by fault lines that cannot sit still. Followed by millions of dumbfounded dipshits. Some say the end is near. Some say we'll see Armageddon soon. I certainly hope we will cause I sure could use a vacation from this Stupid **** silly **** stupid **** One great big festering neon distraction, I've a suggestion to keep you all occupied: Learn to swim. [x2] Mom's gonna fix it all soon. Mom's coming 'round to put it back the way it ought to be. Learn to swim. **** L. Ron Hubbard and **** all his clones. **** all these gun-toting Hip gangster wannabes. Learn to swim. **** retro anything. **** your tattoos. **** all you junkies and **** your short memory. Learn to swim. **** smiley glad-hands with hidden agendas. **** these dysfunctional, Insecure actresses. Learn to swim. Cause I'm praying for the end; I'm praying for tidal waves I wanna see the ground give way. I wanna watch it all go down. Mom, please flush it all away! I wanna see it go right in and down. I wanna watch it go right in. Watch you flush it all away. Time to bring it down again. Don't just call me pessimist. Try and read between the lines. I can't imagine why you wouldn't Welcome any change, my friend. I wanna see it all come down. **** it down. Flush it down.

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Apr 2, 2013

Apr 2, 2013 at 5:54 PM UTC

Anubis-the-Philosomancer

'Ænema' by Tool

Some say the end is near. Some say we'll see Armageddon soon. I certainly hope we will. I sure could use a vacation from this ******** three ring circus sideshow of freaks here in this hopeless ******* hole we call L.A., The only way to fix it is to flush it all away. Any ******* time. Any ******* day. Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona Bay. Fret for your figure and Fret for your latte and Fret for your lawsuit and Fret for your hairpiece and Fret for your Prozac and Fret for your pilot and Fret for your contract and Fret for your car, It's a ******** three ring circus sideshow of freaks here in this hopeless ******* hole we call L.A., The only way to fix it is to flush it all away. Any ******* time. Any ******* day. Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona Bay. Some say a comet will fall from the sky. Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves. Followed by fault lines that cannot sit still. Followed by millions of dumbfounded dipshits. Some say the end is near. Some say we'll see Armageddon soon. I certainly hope we will cause I sure could use a vacation from this Stupid **** silly **** stupid **** One great big festering neon distraction, I've a suggestion to keep you all occupied: Learn to swim. [x2] Mom's gonna fix it all soon. Mom's coming 'round to put it back the way it ought to be. Learn to swim. **** L. Ron Hubbard and **** all his clones. **** all these gun-toting Hip gangster wannabes. Learn to swim. **** retro anything. **** your tattoos. **** all you junkies and **** your short memory. Learn to swim. **** smiley glad-hands with hidden agendas. **** these dysfunctional, Insecure actresses. Learn to swim. Cause I'm praying for the end; I'm praying for tidal waves I wanna see the ground give way. I wanna watch it all go down. Mom, please flush it all away! I wanna see it go right in and down. I wanna watch it go right in. Watch you flush it all away. Time to bring it down again. Don't just call me pessimist. Try and read between the lines. I can't imagine why you wouldn't Welcome any change, my friend. I wanna see it all come down. **** it down. Flush it down.

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By Arcassin Burnham I've doubted my happiness, Long awaiting for my newer sins, Til morning light, I rewrite all my stories and compete with my ends, Dont have no time for no imposters, For the threats they will send, Keep em coming my way, Cause I'm on the rise, You dont have to pretend, I'm all alone on the throne of diamond valley, You could get ****** Do crystal **** Turn our skin into crystals, And pretend to be clones.

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Jun 17, 2015

Jun 17, 2015 at 8:44 PM UTC

arcassin-burnham

By Arcassin Burnham I've doubted my happiness, Long awaiting for my newer sins, Til morning light, I rewrite all my stories and compete with my ends, Dont have no time for no imposters, For the threats they will send, Keep em coming my way, Cause I'm on the rise, You dont have to pretend, I'm all alone on the throne of diamond valley, You could get ****** Do crystal **** Turn our skin into crystals, And pretend to be clones.

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weaponized microspace; insects dying off from mysterious diseases; whole species of birds disappear mysteriously; insects replaced by nanodrones & genetically altered clones; & drones AI self-propelled cameras & bombs: Nicolás Maduro knows first hand & will surely testify to all of this

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Sep 25, 2018

Sep 25, 2018 at 2:00 PM UTC

flying is for the birds

weaponized microspace; insects dying off from mysterious diseases; whole species of birds disappear mysteriously; insects replaced by nanodrones & genetically altered clones; & drones AI self-propelled cameras & bombs: Nicolás Maduro knows first hand & will surely testify to all of this

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Hey, Stay Awake For Everything We Made To Escape!, It's Something We Never Like Drives Me Mad, And Takes Me To The Wild Till Every Bone On Me Started To Shake Through The Darkness The Words Fade And My Whole Life Became A ***** Lake To Reflect The Moon In His Silly Shape Could You Lie About What's Only Fake! Say It With The Vibration Field Of The Lip Say It As Long You Know you're The Sneak There Will Be No Victime After The wip There Will Be No World After The Struck Hold On!, Hold! While I **** Myself To See My Soul Hold On!, Hold! To Strike What Moves That Doll Free That Soul, Free Me As Long You Can Keep The Skull Hold On!, Hold! While I **** Myself To See My Soul I'm Not Strong Enough To Stay In Your World Such A Fire I Keep Fueling Your Silly Flames The only Thing I Admire Is The Dark Cloud It's Crying And Never Looked The Same Draw On The Sky How I'm Stripped Of My Pride With Some lightning It's Your Show Time To Skip The Clones And Add Some Shade But Who Lasts Does Not Look Like It's Me So Keep Dreaming From A Tee To A Shred In The End You Will Wake Up Without Me Hold On!, Hold! While I **** Myself To See My Soul Hold On!, Hold! To Strike What Moves That Doll Free That Soul, Free Me As Long You Can Keep The Skull Hold On!, Hold! While I **** Myself To See My Soul Author / Aladdin Aures H.

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Jul 21, 2019

Jul 21, 2019 at 8:27 AM UTC

AladdinAuresHamdi

To See My Soul!

Hey, Stay Awake For Everything We Made To Escape!, It's Something We Never Like Drives Me Mad, And Takes Me To The Wild Till Every Bone On Me Started To Shake Through The Darkness The Words Fade And My Whole Life Became A ***** Lake To Reflect The Moon In His Silly Shape Could You Lie About What's Only Fake! Say It With The Vibration Field Of The Lip Say It As Long You Know you're The Sneak There Will Be No Victime After The wip There Will Be No World After The Struck Hold On!, Hold! While I **** Myself To See My Soul Hold On!, Hold! To Strike What Moves That Doll Free That Soul, Free Me As Long You Can Keep The Skull Hold On!, Hold! While I **** Myself To See My Soul I'm Not Strong Enough To Stay In Your World Such A Fire I Keep Fueling Your Silly Flames The only Thing I Admire Is The Dark Cloud It's Crying And Never Looked The Same Draw On The Sky How I'm Stripped Of My Pride With Some lightning It's Your Show Time To Skip The Clones And Add Some Shade But Who Lasts Does Not Look Like It's Me So Keep Dreaming From A Tee To A Shred In The End You Will Wake Up Without Me Hold On!, Hold! While I **** Myself To See My Soul Hold On!, Hold! To Strike What Moves That Doll Free That Soul, Free Me As Long You Can Keep The Skull Hold On!, Hold! While I **** Myself To See My Soul Author / Aladdin Aures H.

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