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I chose to write Nonsense, now, go get me an electric shaver

If you yell the testament loud enough -
brains will splatter against cloudless intestines.
Pink cops find intelligence near a cow’s hernia.
The real meaning to life
is counting the pages in a brochure.
William Shatner invented his very own penis,
made out of Coppertone & oven mitts.
Dinosaurs we’re the first species
to talk gibberish about plural nouns & caskets.
Do you ever catch yourself
vomiting vocabularies while watching Jerry Springer?
I might as well punch a fuzzy Pee-wee Herman.
Should you spell fungus
with a T, make sure its design like Oprah winfrey.
Narratives we’re created by dwarf bagels -
the universe promised to spread aids amongst the stars.
Watch out for those Hipster-Nazi’s
they’ll poison your food with vegetarian flaxseed.
Praise Bob and he will reward you
with a stack of peanuts and playboy magazines.
A wise man once said: Find truth and let your blue balls itch.
Should you come across Jesus
throw him a wiener schnitzel?
Let’s talk about the true word of Nonsense.
Buddha can turn his own feces into gold.
If you fart twice chuck Norris
will shake your hand and smile with a common courtesy,
Last thing – I lost my training bra, oh…wait! Those are my watermelons.

 

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Posted by on September 18, 2014 in Nano X

 

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The rise to our final collapse

We can crawl out through our own skin
we take a little piece of flesh…
And find evidence of a god that dismisses his own questions.
Death finds perspectives in all directions.
I have been convinced that this world has finally reached its pinnacle.
Doubts will slip and benevolence dies.
He marks his own judgment in a reflected tainted mirror,
but now so many answers have been proclaimed:

Crucify Justice
crucify Courage
crucify Wisdom
crucify truth in an empty space…
And crucify birth to a far great collapse.

Consciousness has now taken our Music, Poetry, Laughter, Humor, and Grammar…

I still can’t hear the blasphemous poet speak…
listen to the ghost-spirits echoing away at their extraordinary voices.
I matter to mankind – look closely & you’ll see the great smile of death.

 

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Posted by on September 4, 2014 in Nano X

 

Home rips open my exo-skeleton

When I abandon my home spirit
things start to grow weary.
As painful memories consume me
how will I know to never look back at anger?
The morning smell begs
creativity wants its place it calls haven.
New areas & new faces
adjusting to spark for inspiration,
but as time goes by,
the years bring me to decay.

My real home is where I belong -
If I don’t return, then I might as well drive myself
into complete madness.

 

Over @dVerse, Abhra has us writing on coming home.

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Posted by on August 12, 2014 in Nano X

 

Bozo the clown killed Mr. funny Nose

I’m too high for me
to train a metallic wind.
Before Don Knotts,
there we’re Dino-hippies
trying to eat watermelon cinema.
We shot the king pope
with a can of flowers
and some ginger bread shine. Amen!

 

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Posted by on August 7, 2014 in Nano X

 

How a pink unicorn drank absinthe from Superman’s Heart

7 Greek gods march towards the mouth of superman,
pretending to cleanse his mind; from a genocidal madman.
A black swan licks the rotten egg -
much like Neptune who only prays to one leg.
Muted screams sparkle consciousness above a master raven,
the gods not once believed that there is a heaven.
And so the ice-queen slices the question in half;
something to always contradict, while sarcasm points to a laugh.
The violinist accuses the vengeful crocodiles
of murdering the sky, nature herself shall return with a hateful smile
a bluesman playing the saxophone,
should turn Greek gods into foaming apparatus telephones.

 

 

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Posted by on August 5, 2014 in Nano X

 

Seven ways of saying DMT

The red crow drank
the Wasteland swine flu.
A Clowns tripping on mushrooms,
watching the horse is teeth turn into razors.
Strip down pronunciations.
Hurry before the Novocain Idiots come.
Slow phantoms experimenting
with fumes & cartoons.
Alphabetical H -
Poetry forges the stars.
Overdosing on whispers
is impossible.
Everybody’s smoking weed
next to the 8 double crucifix devils.

D 0110
M 110
T 000

DMTDMTD
M              M
T                T
D              D
M               T
T               M
DMTDMTD

Ibuprofen impregnates blue fiction.
Prototype humans are Darwin’s natural selection.

 

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Posted by on July 29, 2014 in Nano X

 

Bizarre embryos covered in dead metaphors

When I speak, my voice turns
into ancient fire.
Merely everything I thought was consumed;
ended up mustering in XYZ.
Disfigured words want to be kings.
Golden flowers peel the skies organs.
Your teeth feel wrinkled after chewing on halos.
Salvation grew claws
but you’re ego shaved its spirit.
Magick without technology
will mutate our faces by translucent ashes.
Solitary vomits twilight goo.
My heart dresses very androgynous.
I would unmask my finger tips
but I’d rather show you
how the reflection of me appears to be a timeless classic.

 

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Posted by on July 24, 2014 in Nano X

 
 
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