From the gamete of a whore, kid named stupid-noob that she bore.

He crawled out of her twat, and smoked a fat bag of pot.
Grew up and became bat shit insane, began using cocaine.

He sucked a gay pediatrician, cuz he said he needed nutrition. High protein splats, from a doctor's nads.

Yup, he used to take it up the ass. Now, a dysfunctional foot is what he has.

He thinks he is awesome, he thinks that he is cool.
Because of the chemicals that he bought for his pool.

Cooking meth is in his perspective, smoking shards is his objective.

OMG i want this deleted right now and i want him infracted or I QUIT TOTSE FOREVAR.


lulz

NO, you can't do that!

A LITERAL INTERPRETATION:

BOX BANG BUCK. BUCK BUCKS. BUCK BAKES BADLY. BUCK BEGINS BALDING. BALDING BREAKS BUCK. BOX BEING BETTER BEARS BUCK'S BALDING. BOX BIGGENS. BUCK BOXED. BASTARD BREAKS BUCKS BOX. BUCK BEGINS BACK BREAKING BEARD BROWSING. BENDING BEAUTIFULLY, BASTARD BUMFUCKS BUCK.

Cock Cunt Carrot Cake Corn Christmas Car Custard Calendar Corkscrew Carpentar Cantina Columbia Cartesian Controlling Corrosive Concussive Cinder Contorts Caspian Climate.

Dangerous Dave Dicks Down, Drying Dave's Dick Dauntingly. Docile Dave Drops Drunken Dumbfucks. Dude, Don't Do Draped Derangement.

Electrifyingly Esctatic Earthians Elongate Elastic Enthropic Errors. Endorphins Eroticize Engorged European Enterprises. Enter Elevation.

FUCKING FAGGOTS FILL FORKED FLINT-FORGE, FARTING FACETIOUS FANGDOLLARS.

This shit makes me want to write strongly-worded letters to my local congressman

Ooohhh nnnoooeeezzzz.

The master won't be happy about this. =(

Gardening my garbage seeply, trading in my homely crunch. Derigibles arousing derbies, hunting an elusive bunch. Crossing tellers chequeing wildly slowing their obtrusive fromp, strut about a trout obtusely grading your illegal swamp.

Hessionics, the messiah sweeps gently onto the floor his broom and dust panels. Not always brushing with strokes but quite possibly just stroking the brush. Seemingly beautiful, innate and ordered he charts the course of Columbus onto a widening panoramic mural depicting his depiction. Gradually the landscapes shift from dark green and swarmed to blue and clear, giving about all the confusion of a mocking soliloquy.

Sloppy, the girdle outlining a grid of tamed lucibe decibellality. Agrossing the bridgj of gamesons, your master mason monk booms his head low to sweep his hair clear of baldness. Atonement forbidding, he grasps wildly at a swan neatly parked outside of a fulfilled marketplace. The letters of label backwards, he reads them only to discover a great truance in his perceptiobility.

Great electoral hypothetical debates loom wildly over the heads of the newly risen arcadian gamestop. Truancy barges wildly into a tamed ferocity of ever-growing and slimy grip.

Attesting to ribonuclear acidity, great lakes are formed to be frozen by gradually slowing arrangement. Most phectoral the dorsals of this great fisherman loom wildly in a rotating mass of gyroscopic lipids. Contorting the boundaries of direction, creed awakens the cracked knuckles of a giant pitcher of homelessness and down-trodden buggery.

Sorting graped juice to rest and beginning to sleem tortaic acupunctural gribbles.

Soothing grooming masks the wings of wofly hampers on a spring.

Slippering slithering slopes elongating hoarse radial shunning, turnips of bygone capillaries and leafy vegetative prognosis.

Hurdled girdles gently swaying wildly in the summer blues, the guitar strings twinge with all the tangy evaporations of the midnight evening. A gross interpretation of income, the fishermans net is cut and torn with the wild spinning of the bladed shark. Blue, phosphorous agreeability seems gently into the rivers of the glowering hillside. An escapist agenda, fascistic in meaning and interpretation methodically fastens its own strength to the chest of the great winged eagle. Carried over, the pendulamic exasperations of summer begin to sway their end into the open eagerness of the fall. Gravity taking its toll on the dead the meaning of life becomes as precious as the lost time it took to find yourself confused and withering into the gray-haired maturation of image your grandparents would have been swarmed to call glee.

Oh noone will ever read how I wrote the typefaced twopronged soul of the deranged wilderness. Bash them and all their artistic merit and asinine inanity accustoming the fall of great leaps and small grapes. Standing on my head, standing on my head.

Gardening my garbage seeply, trading in my homely crunch. Derigibles arousing derbies, hunting an elusive bunch. Crossing tellers chequeing wildly slowing their obtrusive fromp, strut about a trout obtusely grading your illegal swamp.

Hessionics, the messiah sweeps gently onto the floor his broom and dust panels. Not always brushing with strokes but quite possibly just stroking the brush. Seemingly beautiful, innate and ordered he charts the course of Columbus onto a widening panoramic mural depicting his depiction. Gradually the landscapes shift from dark green and swarmed to blue and clear, giving about all the confusion of a mocking soliloquy.

Sloppy, the girdle outlining a grid of tamed lucibe decibellality. Agrossing the bridgj of gamesons, your master mason monk booms his head low to sweep his hair clear of baldness. Atonement forbidding, he grasps wildly at a swan neatly parked outside of a fulfilled marketplace. The letters of label backwards, he reads them only to discover a great truance in his perceptiobility.

Great electoral hypothetical debates loom wildly over the heads of the newly risen arcadian gamestop. Truancy barges wildly into a tamed ferocity of ever-growing and slimy grip.

Attesting to ribonuclear acidity, great lakes are formed to be frozen by gradually slowing arrangement. Most phectoral the dorsals of this great fisherman loom wildly in a rotating mass of gyroscopic lipids. Contorting the boundaries of direction, creed awakens the cracked knuckles of a giant pitcher of homelessness and down-trodden buggery.

Sorting graped juice to rest and beginning to sleem tortaic acupunctural gribbles.

Soothing grooming masks the wings of wofly hampers on a spring.

Slippering slithering slopes elongating hoarse radial shunning, turnips of bygone capillaries and leafy vegetative prognosis.

Hurdled girdles gently swaying wildly in the summer blues, the guitar strings twinge with all the tangy evaporations of the midnight evening. A gross interpretation of income, the fishermans net is cut and torn with the wild spinning of the bladed shark. Blue, phosphorous agreeability seems gently into the rivers of the glowering hillside. An escapist agenda, fascistic in meaning and interpretation methodically fastens its own strength to the chest of the great winged eagle. Carried over, the pendulamic exasperations of summer begin to sway their end into the open eagerness of the fall. Gravity taking its toll on the dead the meaning of life becomes as precious as the lost time it took to find yourself confused and withering into the gray-haired maturation of image your grandparents would have been swarmed to call glee.

Oh noone will ever read how I wrote the typefaced twopronged soul of the deranged wilderness. Bash them and all their artistic merit and asinine inanity accustoming the fall of great leaps and small grapes. Standing on my head, standing on my head.

fuckin lies brah

blah blah blah blah

lol!!

lol!!

u have no appreciation for the inner workings of failed perschnozzory

be delayed, foul demon of small length, girth and satisfaction. You will not come here today, and you will not pass for to eat.

*waves his magic staff*

Gardening my garbage seeply, trading in my homely crunch. Derigibles arousing derbies, hunting an elusive bunch. Crossing tellers chequeing wildly slowing their obtrusive fromp, strut about a trout obtusely grading your illegal swamp.

Hessionics, the messiah sweeps gently onto the floor his broom and dust panels. Not always brushing with strokes but quite possibly just stroking the brush. Seemingly beautiful, innate and ordered he charts the course of Columbus onto a widening panoramic mural depicting his depiction. Gradually the landscapes shift from dark green and swarmed to blue and clear, giving about all the confusion of a mocking soliloquy.

Sloppy, the girdle outlining a grid of tamed lucibe decibellality. Agrossing the bridgj of gamesons, your master mason monk booms his head low to sweep his hair clear of baldness. Atonement forbidding, he grasps wildly at a swan neatly parked outside of a fulfilled marketplace. The letters of label backwards, he reads them only to discover a great truance in his perceptiobility.

Great electoral hypothetical debates loom wildly over the heads of the newly risen arcadian gamestop. Truancy barges wildly into a tamed ferocity of ever-growing and slimy grip.

Attesting to ribonuclear acidity, great lakes are formed to be frozen by gradually slowing arrangement. Most phectoral the dorsals of this great fisherman loom wildly in a rotating mass of gyroscopic lipids. Contorting the boundaries of direction, creed awakens the cracked knuckles of a giant pitcher of homelessness and down-trodden buggery.

Sorting graped juice to rest and beginning to sleem tortaic acupunctural gribbles.

Soothing grooming masks the wings of wofly hampers on a spring.

Slippering slithering slopes elongating hoarse radial shunning, turnips of bygone capillaries and leafy vegetative prognosis.

Hurdled girdles gently swaying wildly in the summer blues, the guitar strings twinge with all the tangy evaporations of the midnight evening. A gross interpretation of income, the fishermans net is cut and torn with the wild spinning of the bladed shark. Blue, phosphorous agreeability seems gently into the rivers of the glowering hillside. An escapist agenda, fascistic in meaning and interpretation methodically fastens its own strength to the chest of the great winged eagle. Carried over, the pendulamic exasperations of summer begin to sway their end into the open eagerness of the fall. Gravity taking its toll on the dead the meaning of life becomes as precious as the lost time it took to find yourself confused and withering into the gray-haired maturation of image your grandparents would have been swarmed to call glee.

Oh noone will ever read how I wrote the typefaced twopronged soul of the deranged wilderness. Bash them and all their artistic merit and asinine inanity accustoming the fall of great leaps and small grapes. Standing on my head, standing on my head.


Bless your creative autistic soul, Moonius. :)

why shouldnt i just kill myself right here and now

interzone equals love like mana from above
destroy the scene and come clean like the gleam gene hidden in your stream
think I'm mean? This is just my mode I'm about to show the motherload
Of things mostly uncertain the final curtain of this last space opera
trace it roots like veins through a monster et cetera et cetera
you know the rest if you know me by now and if not then later, ciao
pow wow that's zow that's zen remind me to wind my mind again
and pick it off the floor ain't no chore when you live inside a door
three ways to sundays beat plays to my phrase
three ways to sundays rhymes caught in my maze
you'd be ashamed of how others figure
the way they handled a blaster trigger
acting like their ego's bigger but no matter all brains splatter
in fact opposites attract: go critical black hole analytical hysterical
american fashion fascist icon, billboards from here to Micron
solar star beyond eyes see far icy world ajar be careful where you're stepping or it's au revoir
to you to me to all of this society caught inside my ministry diminished me now finish me
how's that for a plea?

This is my prayer to the stars, to the one unseen
This is my prayer to the stars, to the lonely dreams

Now oftentimes I'm incomprehensible yes but i assure you my brain is not a mess
half the time it's caught between "jest" and "digest" and all the rest
inbetween crime scenes and lime green time screens staging my set
and raging the vet from the Solar War, he's a polar score back from the molar store
Look at his uniform scribbled in cuniform that's the norm: revert and deform
pervert the cloud storm and make sure the loud worms squirm what they made
too bad we had many more lives to save

This is my prayer to the stars, to who time screams
This is my prayer to the stars, whatever that means

Imagine if you will two people connected but nothing by chance
and the fact all their actions are determined in advance
Matter transfered and insured by vultures erratic
Step off the atomic static, boy I'll let him have it!
No! I can't! It's not right we're all brothers to the starlight
You see, they vision differently, calm instead of desprately
inherently instead of mentally, visually a head of me
to them we're not human or few men or too zen
we're just waves and atoms digging graves for madmen
Sepulchres lay the groundwork for cultures doomed to deny
what the stars supply endlessly, pointlessly and magically
except we have facts to back up the tracts of words
we spill even unheard twice for and move forward
When the sun explodes I'll be the first on board
to new comprehension and invention
all thats passed will be set right
when you can't tell the darkness from the light

this is my prayer to the stars
this is my prayer

why shouldnt i just kill myself right here and now
Sorry, I got nothing. Proceed.

Crystalline happenstance working with narrow hands shatters his vision with gradual taste.
A junkie with 6 hands, his veins lend the game-plan, we will pay him surely but not without blood.
Adventurous psychopaths rocking on narrow tracks, trains are derailing the crippling strip. Slipping to ledges my grip is aesthetic, I'm working so slowly my mind must be spent.
A wide-eyed and narrow scrape to arrows of slipping pace, I'm cut like a window to view into time.
Shimmering sustenance gasping for Earthly scents, gas-powered rifles can shoot without fear.
Jamming this mental hand words are just heated sand, not yet as frozen to structural grids.
Alarming your potency dolefully poisons me, sharing a width-note of lop-sided tears.
Concise and attentive rain forces me to abstain, this dockraping shortening bleeds into Rome.

Crystalline happenstance working with narrow hands shatters his vision with gradual taste.
A junkie with 6 hands, his veins lend the game-plan, we will pay him surely but not without blood.
Adventurous psychopaths rocking on narrow tracks, trains are derailing the crippling strip. Slipping to ledges my grip is aesthetic, I'm working so slowly my mind must be spent.
A wide-eyed and narrow scrape to arrows of slipping pace, I'm cut like a window to view into time.
Shimmering sustenance gasping for Earthly scents, gas-powered rifles can shoot without fear.
Jamming this mental hand words are just heated sand, not yet as frozen to structural grids.
Alarming your potency dolefully poisons me, sharing a width-note of lop-sided tears.
Concise and attentive rain forces me to abstain, this dockraping shortening bleeds into Rome.

proof??

proof??

8=======D:o

proof??
The proof was the DMT I just smoked. Having read that afterwards, it makes much more sense.

I'm bumping this cause you know I want more. Gotta feed the beasts on the grassy knolls.

Moonius you are batshit insane.
And I say that with the utmost admiration and respect.

From the gamete of a whore, kid named stupid-noob that she bore.

He crawled out of her twat, and smoked a fat bag of pot.
Grew up and became bat shit insane, began using cocaine.

He sucked a gay pediatrician, cuz he said he needed nutrition. High protein splats, from a doctor's nads.

Yup, he used to take it up the ass. Now, a dysfunctional foot is what he has.

He thinks he is awesome, he thinks that he is cool.
Because of the chemicals that he bought for his pool.

Cooking meth is in his perspective, smoking shards is his objective.



Heh,Heh.....I aint no pup but I gotta give your poem two thumbs up!!