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Any way you do, that’s al-right now Mama
For anyone who dared read the incompleteness of the crapness, a pox upon … me! For a clumsy lout! So, here’s that bit– i suppose, I might say with some truth– which haunts me… but, only sometimes… because i thought it seemed…
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First Amendment Principles
I wrote the following, as commentary in reply to an article in Yahoo! Politics, concerning the irresponsible rhetoric of an author, allegedly the President of the First Amendment Center, Ken Paulson. If I understand correctly according to the text, this article is…
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Oh yeah?
Aw, go Tweet yourself! Like this, you Flock-ing FaceSwatter, TwittBook fair-weather flunkie! This one is On This one is not Indiscriminate on the fake discriminate on the rook it’s nothing ever had it’s every never took poignant: not cool exquisite revisit not…
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Buster I. Brown
fate like folly grate Rx enamel squeaks one too many mustn’t sleep copied from elsewhere, as authored I and discovered, only God knows why: the God Damn Fake Rook
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Articulate Weeping
Without discrimination, waxing toward focus– if not waning by now– aspired in genuine concert, yet wrought so slowly; all but extinguished for this pitiful articulation, I muse over your blood. Spill, it might– by chance a delightful, art-like form, but must not,…
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“Do you have a plan?”
The inquisition: That’s what they ask, you know. You know, that query; that anomalous invasion into one’s psyche, whereby the inquisitor might say as, “Do you feel suicidal?”. If the response is anything other than ‘no’ (or, some variation thereof), the follow-up…
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Fornication Upon Consent of the King
Tainted sickling. Suckling feeder, yes, You; that high esteem, your pitiful narcissistic indulgence, i beg you thrust toward your becoming blade; impale yourself, slowly but ne’r to die upon it directly. Thus, that I might enjoy your pain, again, shall mine transform…
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Semanticrypt
I can’t stop Speaking in riddles I can’t stop Thinking in rhymes