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Klaus Baumgarten Jun 2014
It was a very thorough grinding and a overly slow unwinding
The passiveness intensifying to the perfect medium
and beyond this equilibrium it was still churning
this void that is fire extinguished
an emptiness that is passion relinquished
The table was empy, full and cleared of all substances
the cup was overfilling, spilling but content
The tendrils retracted to the cavernous maw from which I succombed
the throat I threw myself down
and clung to the uvula with my toes out of lingering basic reactions
a stimulus that I cared to respond to
My lymph nodes were a sore blackness, penetrating all the wiles of wills
it was the spiders again...
let's talk about evolution for a bit
why do we do things?
survival?
the basic desire to be and propagate oneself
some psychologists would suggest that it's all based on ***.
that's why there are so many ****** and manwhores as well
they trick their bodies into believing they are succesfull.
why do we wish to be succesful?
to attract a mate? yes'm
some of us can move past this sole purpose, but it's still an underlying cause yo


The bossman keeps me a-slaving away..working my time for his pay
The teacherman keeps me a-studying all day, working my mind for future wage
The bassman is me a-slapping a way, mumbling a mating call

So, the plumage is quite bright..genuine too
but not as full and phosphorescent as ******* mcassbutt's store bought version
but, there are no real peahens.  only chickens
so, who'm I trying to impress here? Mr. Director Man, what is my motivation in this scene?
"If you need someone to tell you that for you, then you should probably **** yourself"

this is why I don't give advice much..

I've been told very often, that one should look to themselves for their happiness..
but these people who say this get laid frequently.
not that that is my unit of happiness measurement here.. but try it before you buy it
I'm not going to waste my time.. mating for the sake of having a mate
it's fake. it's vacuous. it's vapid. it's false. it's unreal. it feels wrong and you know it

but...someone to bounce ideas off of. a special someone
put me in my place when im full of **** and it's pouring out my mouth
to recognize that point of light, so many have talked about with me..but ran away from
understanding the cosmic joke..it's not evil or crazy.. it just is and it's wonderful


the lymphatic darkness spreading.
why the lymph nodes?  cuz it's fun to say
lymph lymph lymph
get it? WHEEEE!!
it was once a false light,  some kind of poisonous neon spiraling around my core
but it was torn away..body evacuations of necessity alone
then it was an astral negative, ******* and ******* hard i tell ya whut nyow
it finally found something in all that darkness...the cosmic infinitesimal
the smallest decimal
like a rasinette, with doom insteada chocolate
and dang it was good mood food
i would follow a trail of those fuheva eva
I finished devouring this morsel of anything at all
and found the lighting almost acceptable
readable, but with permanent eye damage after a while
Amanda Griffin Jun 2016
The fire in her eyes greater men than him have looked into her eyes and succombed to the flames.Lesser men dare not even try.He looked into her eyes and knew the only way he would survive is to pull her close ,kiss her deeply ,and love her like no other has before.
upon waking from a splendid plunge
   into the depths of deep dreamy restful sleep
anchors away set adrift this body electric,
   which succombed instantaneously
   (without counting sheep)
nor joining the make belive rank and file world
   with the likes of little bo peep

an immediate notion arose
   to latch onto and ignore
   this most delightful, flight of fancy deed
(not ***** nor done dirt cheap),
    but a natural function
   one cannot overdose nor excede

the USDA quotidian requirement,
   where cares and concerns
   of an uncertain world freed
yet an asolute bare necessity for stayin' alive
   plus richly textured unrivaled vista devoid of greed
additionally cost and gluten free, NON GMO,
   zero caloric effortless need

   (words of caution to take seriously to heart),
   and note that if one doth not yield, but sure to read
   the small print affixed like a label each mind
   forcing to squeeze out every metaphorical
   drop of open eyed juice  
   perhaps resorting to **** or speed

   that silent slurred speech, physical lashing,
   head dropping fatique
   will invite Halloween aparitions, delusions,
   grand hallucinations, et cetera
   as if one smoked wacky ****

the forces of anatomical and physiological
   heft will take charge ahoy
and blast at top notch nautical surge,
will wrest control against blistering,
   festering against withering heights
   delivering balms away at feeble attempts
   to retain losing battle to remain alert oh boy
no matter how much effort summoned,
   (even feigning wakefulness as a decoy)

the trappings of oblivion
   i.e. sinking into profound dreamland,
   whether an individual ascribes to be Jew or goy
which Maxwell House maxim
   “the key to better relationships may be more sleep”
no mortal ought to take lightly,
   but pay heed lest the grim reaper doth creep
stealthily and scythe lent lee steal
   a haggard skiff of flesh and bone
   whereat  corporeal essence no more
   will there be for the soul to keep.
mike Mar 2018
I hungered past a dried up fountain
and ofcourse
i rubbed elbows with the rich
but
it was just a corpse which was stitched up,
water-logged and ready to bust,
I wondered 'howd he die, this accountant?'
scaraping pennies, super-glue and all the dirt that he missed,
musta been the last drawl of his jaw telling his kids and his wife how they're good times would be less enriched...
'Being dead is one thing.'
He said but i neglected to catch the rest while he held up his fist.
Though he smiled cuz his duty was done he had come to be succombed, his sole course had been fully run,
cuz his children were mute blind deaf stupid and dumb amd his wife had become all but numb.

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