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Third Eye Candy Mar 2013
Barbarians At The Bill Gates

Kings in a Nutshell of Plots,
Machiavellian; made Lords Of Infinite Beige.
a Workspace now a  Dead-Space in The Heart of an Artist... Scaling, Mount Dew, at a snail's pace.
Behemoth Logarithms,
Jammed in a hot box. with cigarette soot blocking die-cut vents
The cousin with the soft-spot.
Hair, Nobly Re-Disheveled  by Hit and Miss ads, like
crow's feet dancing on insomniac spines, in and around, the Yawning Cathode D-Rez
Of all Villages, M. Night. Ramadan, forged, into Code Soldiers
With No Code to reverse Schrodinger's Black Cat, Back in The Bag...
The Genie, from a corner apartment in Manhattan, to a bedroom in a Bottle of Lightning.
Only Reactive Jazz
Cosmonauts, embedding feathers in " White Hats "
A Moral Avatar.

Hack Lads in The Boonies of Way Ahead of The Curve.
An Unsound lack of Judgment, echoing by Proxy, like Mr. Hyde;
Passing for a binary Schizophrenic. Swallowing Blackberries, Seeds of Anarchy and All.
Crowd-Sourcing the wisdom of Crowds of People
With cup-holders, the Elite call CD-Rom
Stand-by.
A Quest For Firewire. A billion portals,, huddled in chaos.
In the lens of  The Camera-Obscura, hidden in the USB Port
In the Fuzzy Logic of Our Narcissism.
SQL that Ends Well \ with a Backlash To Pi Charts
Of Privileged  Information,
Cooling, only in The Windows, Facing a Social Network
Resting, on a sill of Approval by Market Share and -
Ad *******

An eye of  a needle, peeling onions in a brave new world, weeping for the pure, post-ironic
Joy, Of Threading a Nano-Camel
Through The Eye of a Needles' Parable.  To Aesop the gravy of grave doubt
and reasonable suspicions off
Teutonic Plates

To an Atheist. The Heavyside Layer of Bricked Phones
and Dissonance,
May Find a Contract, 'Comes with Astroglide.
And a toaster.

Floppy Disc-Figurements of Our Right To Privacy.  
Resurfaced By The Naivete
Of a Target Audience, With a Heads-up Display,
A 4D Hologram  
Of Steve Jobs,  
Exported over dark fiber optics;  
Silicons of Prosaic non-Existence
Overclocking the Swatch
On  a wrist

Banning Calligraphy

Ward of the State
Of the Economy
With a Cult
Following


A Hologram of Steve Jobs
To sharpen the bleeding edge
with a moon rock from The OtherSide of Billions of Dollars.
The After-Accolades with the Spanish moss From Taiwan
Where Dragons Of  Technology
Shed limits, that metastasize rapid growth
Of Personal Stock by -
adding a Touch Screen Feature to an App For Clout.
To Out-Monopoly with a Walled-Garden
Designed by Stanley Kubrick's 2001 [ Available Space Odyssey  ]
A Terabyte
leaving Half a Worm
In your Apple.

A Difference Engine, differently Desired

Dumped
On a Corner in
Your Circle
Of Confirmed
Friends.


rocking XP like an OG on Food Stamps and The Fringe.
Centered Better And Re-Posted.
Justin Lai Jan 2021
google was my babysitter
not a very good one i'll admit

perhaps more like a cool uncle
with infinitely scrolling treats

the more i tickled his algorithm {
search queries = seo && [freewheeling whims];
}

OR ||
stray thoughts seeking foster homes
just fronts for attention farms

reaping curiosity off the vine
while overclocking the study room

being held to father's chair like a vice
if only to keep me safe in a web

spun by a child's simple thoughts
and a sentient robot babysitter
if you craft a more elegant google algorithm then dm me ;)
Alex McQuate Jul 2023
Bring it on sandman,
You little ****,
I'm gonna break your ****** nose this time...

Crack you in the face with 3 cans of energy drinks,
Clap your ears with open palms of Clutch's latest album,  "Sunrise at Slaughter Beach" at 100 decibels,
Kick you in the nuts with a steel toed boot of a lit cigarette stuck in the nostril,
Inhaling deeply ,
Painfully sending cinders through my sinuses.

Body blows of cold water,
Blasted through the most concentrated setting on the nozzle of the showerhead,
You feeling it yet bud?!?

I can go 12 rounds,
And your knees are shaking on the 3rd.

Knock out a few teeth with smelling salts,
Kicking that sweet sweet adrenaline into overtime,
Overclocking the ol' brain matter with that brown fluid in the grey matter,
Show me them pearly whites now.

I will beat you this time slim,
I know all your tricks,
Give me your best shot,
And well see how well your blows meet the meat.

Immaculate hit you 3 ways,
Hard, fast, and repeatedly,
Write your will with your blood and spit,
Cuz when I'm done with you,
You'll be crawling away from me,
Beggin' like a little *****.
Simon Oct 2019
Logic isn’t focused with poetry. Poetry is purposely alienating logic. Splitting up logics meanings into pieces that can’t be put back together again. Only fitting back together in a more imaginative sense. Imaginative grasp of abstract functions winding up a newer playing field. Playing fields that aren’t taught, until you instinctively bind them back together again. Logic is thinking, right? Feeling makes it subjective. Instincts collapse the two. Rearranging them back into fitting purposes without design of chance. Chance is everywhere. But design is not necessary. Only when there is a purpose in thinking. Feeling is the doppelganger of neurons smashing synapses together. Filling in logic that doesn’t need to be. Again! No design of chance. Chance is everywhere. Feeling interprets the pieces of logic when infused with poetry. Poetry being chance. Chance dominating all aspects of abstract features in its thrall! Poetry becomes infused with logical mimicking. Copying to catch the details of reasoning, interpretations, and analyzation. Repurposing the pieces to remain everywhere. So, it can learn what it means to be separate. If it’s logical, It ain't chance. It’s purely intentional! Making each separate piece its own backing logical platform. Giving rise to more reasoning, interpretations and analyzations. Never repurposing, until it’s ready to unwind itself back to the core. Like a magnet. A magnet with no purpose, rebuilding itself back up again. Diminishing the vulnerabilities of feeling too stretched out. It doesn’t hurt. Yet it’s uncomfortable. Resistance isn’t futile, if it’s a positive process one is nurturing to overcome. Overcoming stresses of desires. One has become too cramped! Cramping the style of the only vessel to hold those aspects together. Abstract features on a timer. Timer equivalent to infinite steps to achieve a goal. A goal of provenance. Provenance without limits knowing when the deed is done. Magnifying the timer to ring! Signalling the imaginative grasps on the newer playing field. How long have those abstract features of aspect attributes knowingly collected new material? And how many abstract features culminated parts of itself from far off reaches, from the original core? Except with time, comes (process inducement). A claim hinting at miniature parts of a whole, becoming their own wholes. Finding their own cores. There center. There true calling. Poetry being the culminating focus of every aspect ever formed. Producing far reaches of perspectives. Overclocking desires newly buffed up on a style that makes simple reasoning, interpretations and analyzation blush constantly!
Poetry being everything one can desire in one focal point. Desires never claiming logic if it hasn't accessed the aspects around itself, first and foremost.
Johnny Noiπ Feb 2019
Face-to-face black skin
and perfect enormous
love; mothers love,
sadness, green dreams,
screams over blood,
blackouts, black, dark,
dark hair, beds, lilies,
dreams dreamed.

Morning in the morning
Not loud in the morning

and in the afternoon after
no more Cracked necklaces.
The main black blush;
Red Woman's remarkable
statement Tom's pinching
and pugilist Pet's pet Hope
in the mouth Chocolate;
Chocolate Cigarette Shammy

Pop Peru; The best
man For the In February,
mammals were used
for use. 10 nights
at the beach closed
in the open air.

12 stones are used
to create natural
mineral-rich additives.
The ancient Rolodex
of Roosevelt categorized
the secular system,
the Ceramic Stage Serena,
the dead CIA mobile phones,
demons teaching, crying,
and screaming at a new level.

At the new tower, the light
drops the inside of the thunderstorms,
and the funeral bells begin again.
Particularly the skin should
be light and light should be left from the left.

In the dark room,
the moon, blue
and shoes and even
the hottest heat
were replaced
by sound replacements,
speech talk, glass heat
and air. White heart
laughter, eastern sun,
star mother, lots of green,
screaming and wafers,
sorcery, headaches and bread.

These days, stone stones,
death drills, fear, sudden
surgeon, silent, drama, drama,
substitute, replica, replica,
nectar, turtles, song, song,
dragon, asylum seeker, law
enforcement, friend of blue,
sunshine, sunlight, Blood Flow,

Bones, Strands, Medium Fluid
Smile Now remember
the shark's dog; whisper,
cry, rest, cry, It's not surprising
that Cancer is constantly
reminded of the ever-changing
and constantly changing changes,
the real thief rising in the water. . . . . . ,
the breeze that is born every bit,
the old temperatures and other bone bones released.

The white animal flesh of the animal,
the inner carousel for the pure life,
the crystal karsts, why the fall
of the Lord of Glory on their winds
blast in the wind.

It appears to have been light
in Nicaragua, so I have found
these reactions in my own
autobiography, Red Diagram.
Chapter 1: The Amazing
Water Connection; The Most Holy
Rosary Pool, The Example
of Scyvo. The Greatest Practice
of Lemimasis, the US Panel
Buildings is yet to be known.

Revolutions were made
of black ice, fresh and tall.
The forehead of the black
head feels a bit of astonishing
love for mother love.
In the middle of the night,
bright sunny rains and brightly
colored lips lie lighter.
Sleeping in a difficult
environment breathing,
in the air and soft, twisted
back in the afternoon,
a soft thigh and a soft flame.

A drinker is happy to get up
on the pavilion Brazilian Rainbow
Harness and Spring Appreciated
Rainfall Overclocking Sheikh Golf;
Club Last Known Lighting
Not Held Its Improper Storage
Helps Repair It Tom Brown
Low Embracing Worst Dark,
Sun, Kikurovia.

****** In the abdomen
or the farm's mother. His
breathing is forgotten to
extinguish a fire. But
breathing nations breathe
life Into the physically
innate Inner respirations
that have been thoroughly
cleansed of Emotional injuries.

Alarms evil ye'genini design,
mobile design, execution
Redaction intervention; yeši'āyi
officer, wooden warships,
keepers of the ROC Stars
and sudden head, a step
in the forehead, dark skin
is black, and perfect,
and pride in deep love,                                                            ­      mother love,
sadness, green and dreams,
not screaming in the face of blood,                    obscured their faces blocked, blackheads, bright, dark hair,
cot, cot lips buildings covered
in a mere dream to sleep.

In the morning, early
in the morning
by shouting and a great
moan in the afternoon
drowsy. Crack raffle
mainstream black film
has embraced a red woman
choker flatterer Tom marks
***** and tucking *****
***** pets hope hope *****
with sloping nose, wings rosy

Open chocolate Rose
& smoke;       shammeum.
Om pepper to access
the weavers exposure
to very fine man-made
only on exposure to
in mammals in September.

10 suspended in the house
of the eye by night memories
twelve stones, which can
create a natural addition
to creating the forgetfulness
of strings of pleasure. The ROC
ROC Rounds mounted World ritual,

Craft ritual cerium, died blood lying
CIA mobile phones, demons, teaching,
cry, shouting break broke a new step.
Increase In addition, the new tower
Lighter eye nostalgia has lost his arms
in funeral field cone fight start again.

In particular, the skin should be
the light of the fact that the light,
and light for darkness,
out of the left hand. In the case
of a dark room, speech, glass,
hot air, long even after the cold
moon remained until a cry of blue.

White Heart, laughter, laughter,
the East, the sun, the mother
of the stars, the green of many,
crying and saffron, with the mildew,
the blinking, the pain in the head.
These days, Stone Grade death
years nosed out Gold surgery
Carefully tanking silent Dramatic
Drama Body Painting substitute
Mutant Ninja Turtles song sing solo.

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