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in these trying, hypernormalized times our subconscious needs a break sometimes. that's what lovely poetry you'd never share with anyone you actually know is for. angry about trump? prepping for nuclear war? sick of hypernormalization? just want to write lovely words? maybe a chunk of prose? this is the thread for you! here's my first garbage attempt. it was somewhat satisfying. I wonder about their worlds. Each perspective, each different reality, each set of fundamental facts. Do they know the things I know? Cold they begin to imagine, by following my daily existence, the framework on which I operate? Could I divine theirs? And when our universes clash, what then? Triumph in objective victory - public acceptance of irrefutable defeat - private, grudging conviction of subjective righteousness. "It's real to me" I weakly insist. Privately, I harbor my suspicions. Some fictions are hard to dispel.
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# ? Nov 30, 2017 10:24 |
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# ? May 6, 2024 20:08 |
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The piss tape is real Smooth brain orange president Death is certain lol
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# ? Nov 30, 2017 10:29 |
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MariusLecter posted:The piss tape is real el oh el that owns nothing matters in the end nuke us already
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# ? Nov 30, 2017 10:31 |
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Roses are red Violets are blue Piss tape is real Death is certain
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# ? Nov 30, 2017 10:31 |
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In all my life I shall see, Naught finer than a daisy, Stained with blood from CQC.
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# ? Nov 30, 2017 10:32 |
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causality in the phylactery inner visions, inverse to everything under the sun i am one, million negative stars to rate whatever to rate "whatever" we see inside, mechanisms and we see colloquialisms fam this that, over the bridge, under the water deeper finding deeper finding nothing is real, everything matters save that poo poo for when you find yrself in smtg you left behind someone you used to pretend to be someone who 8 here to defend themselves against the indefensible reprehensible avoidant, subject to the will the way out you missed it mistaken it for a lover and ya kissed it said goodbye like you meant it like meaning was or could be could never should be interested in knowin where you been so push me out the way gettin probed for real speech no for real teach what's it all mean and then you say it's nothing said before, gonna say again you love me show me smtg more than yr wants, you need me shitpost and say once again you need me you need me
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# ? Nov 30, 2017 10:34 |
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this whole thing smacks of gender 4th of poo poo
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# ? Nov 30, 2017 10:34 |
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dPAbtR7h9zY
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# ? Nov 30, 2017 10:36 |
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We first noticed it when our cell phones stopped working. A failed tweet was our canary in the coal mine. "It's just a service outage - a temporary blip!" We concluded - consciously ignorant of our different carriers. When our internet was also down, speculation abounded. Didn't we have redundant satellites? More deep sea cables? Hundreds of ICANN servers? The web was wound thick around our world. Its warp and weave wound too thickly to unravel. All it took was a woof. Sing Along has issued a correction as of 11:14 on Nov 30, 2017 |
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SHVPS4DETH posted:causality in the phylactery cspam af Sing Along has issued a correction as of 10:46 on Nov 30, 2017 |
# ? Nov 30, 2017 10:43 |
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mike pence has a butt filled with tons of pony nutt
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# ? Dec 1, 2017 02:34 |
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Bernie, the socialist grandpa from Vermont a blip in the system? Would he unseat the throne of the great power of new york? Have we forgotten that the party of the people does not belong to those with power but those without? Wonder if they'll run him in the next one...
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# ? Dec 1, 2017 04:05 |
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Life is bullshit I cant fuckin take it no more Signed, The dead guy Personally I would not care for immortality in the least. There is nothing better than oblivion, since in oblivion there is no wish unfulfilled. We had it before we were born, yet did not complain. Shall we whine because we know it will return? It is Elysium enough for me, at any rate
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# ? Dec 1, 2017 20:11 |
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Pisstape is real Pisstape israel Pisstape is really Real and my friend
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# ? Dec 1, 2017 20:51 |
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automate your poetry with this handy tool: http://52.24.230.241/poem//advance/ Another day without an occupation, A nation full of rage and devastation. you get some really good one-off lines: So stay a while and tear the truth apart. Sing Along has issued a correction as of 02:12 on Dec 3, 2017 |
# ? Dec 3, 2017 02:08 |
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The Devil walked into Linebaugh's on a rainy Nashville night While the lost souls sat and sipped their soup in the sickly yellow neon light. And the Devil, he looked around the room, then got down on his knees. He says, "Is there one among you scum who'll roll the dice with me?" Red, he just strums his guitar, pretending not to hear. And Eddie, he just looks away and takes another sip of beer. Vince, he says, "Not me, I'll pass. I've had my share of hell," And scribbling on a napkin, some song he was sure would sell. Ronnie just kept whisperin' low to the snuff queen who clutched at his sleeve. And somebody coughed -- and the Devil scoffed -- and turned on his heel to leave. "Hold on", says a voice from the back of the room," 'fore you walk out that door. If you're lookin' for some action, friend, well, I've rolled some dice before." And there stood Billy Markham, he'd been on the scene for years, Singin' all them raunchy songs that the town didn't want to hear. He'd been cut and bled a thousand time, and his eyes were wise and sad, And all his songs were the songs of the street, and all his luck was bad. "I know you," says Billy Markham, "from many a dark and funky place, But you always spoke in a different voice and wore a different face. While me, I've gambled here on Music Row with hustlers and with whores, And, hell, I ain't afraid to roll them devilish dice of yours." "Well, then, get down," says the Devil, "just as if you was gonna pray, And take these dice in your luckless hand and I'll tell you how this game is played. You get one roll -- and you bet your soul -- and if you roll thirteen you win, And all the joys of flesh and gold are yours to touch and spend. But if that thirteen don't come up, then kiss your rear end goodbye And will your useless bones to God, 'cause your goddam soul is mine! "Thirteen?" says Billy Markham. "Hell, I've played in tougher games. I've loved ambitious women and I've rode on wheel-less trains. So gimme room, you stinkin' fiend, and let it all unwind. Nobody's ever rolled a thirteen yet, but this just might be the time." Then Billy Markham, he takes the dice, and the dice feel as heavy as stones. "They should, they should," the Devil says, "'cause they're carved from Jesus' bones." And Billy Markham turns the dice and the dice, they have no spots. "I'm sorry," says the Devil, "but they're the only dice I got." "Well, poo poo," says Billy Markham. "Now, I really don't mean to bitch, But I never thought I'd stake my roll in a sucker's game like this." "Well, then, walk off," says the Devil. "Nobody's tied you down." "Walk off where?" says Billy Markham. "It's the only game in town. But I just wanna say 'fore I make my play, that if I should chance to lose, I will this guitar to some would-be star who'll play some honest blues, Who ain't afraid to sing the words like drat or poo poo or gently caress And who ain't afraid to put his rear end on the stage where he makes his bucks. But if he plays this guitar safe, and sings some sugary lies, I'll haunt him till we meet in hell -- now, gimme them fuckin' dice." And Billy Markham shakes the dice and yells, "Come on, thirteen!" And the dice, they roll -- and come up blank. "You lose!" the Devil screams. "But I really must say 'fore we go our way that I really do like your style. Of all the fools I've played and beat, you're the first one who lost with a smile." "Well, I'll tell you somethin'," Billy Markham says. "Those odds weren't too drat bad. In fourteen years on Music Row, that's the best drat chance I've had." Then, arm in arm, Billy Markham and the Devil walk out through Linebaugh's door, Leavin' Billy's old beat-up guitar there on the floor. And if you go into Linebaugh's now, you can see it there today Hangin' from a nail on that wall of peelin' gray Billy Markham's old guitar...That nobody dares to play.
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# ? Dec 3, 2017 02:32 |
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along this poo poo road, signs preach the come of the end; corporations are people, in that they gently caress you, my friend. life is medusa so keep your eyes off the snakes, An IHOP which serves you fresh blueberry hot-Takes. the feds nabbed the bundys, who can't get convicted, no one got the prez anyone had predicted. it's no secret at all that we're socially ill, "What Happened," was corrected, by Donna Brazille. transcendent truth, no matter what planet you're on, both the wise and the wrong know Bernie Would Have Won.
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# ? Dec 3, 2017 03:35 |
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he wears depends under a red-orange hairpiece crazed with vain glory inside he's a chicken.
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# ? Dec 3, 2017 04:17 |
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Another snippet from the generator: A little living room remains unending, Plastic people feeding on perfection! And children carry credit card possessing, Whoever tries to teach the moral lesson.
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# ? Dec 3, 2017 07:19 |
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Socks4Hands posted:automate your poetry with this handy tool: My motherfucking Russian billionaire, My motherfucking motherfucking tally, Magnolia motherfucking magic square, Magnolia motherfucking locust valley.
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# ? Dec 3, 2017 08:58 |
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There once was a man from Columbus Who loved all the horses among us Once after a picnic He went to the clinic That equine slut gave him a fungus
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# ? Dec 3, 2017 09:21 |
1982 Subaru Brat posted:There once was a man from Columbus 5
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# ? Dec 3, 2017 10:25 |
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donald trump president makes no sense oh well but do you think the piss tape's real? only time will tell it would be good so grand, so great if russian spies released that tape to undo our democracy and the mass hysteria that would bring fires take the capitol i'm laughing to a nation to its knees founding fathers you naive gits from what i gather your system has no rules our country's done so all i'm saying: nothing matters it was fun
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# ? Dec 3, 2017 10:50 |
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im a oone track lover down a two way lane driving fast down the highway musta been insane cuz the temperatures too high driving way too fast and i knew our lovin was too hot to last she's smooth like ice, cold to the touch and isnt very nice when you're left alone, let her treat you bad leave you hangin on the phone take off, shove your loving on the wheels put the pedal to the floor cause you're heading for the hills gotta get away, cant take it no more man you don't need this, leave her at the door
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# ? Dec 3, 2017 17:40 |
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gently caress Trump, Suck Bernie, post.
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# ? Dec 4, 2017 07:48 |
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The most unnatural unknown detest. Some stupid strange pathetic pointless dread, That through this hopeless spiritual quest! Whose words were never way too far ahead. A while with wretched conscience contemplating, No one would suffer from apocalyptic! Who had confused existence slightly straining, For fear as though not being optimistic. Thought was wrong to possibly confide! But there is something yet so very tragic, A dreadful disappointment brushed aside! How could these thoughtless thoughts become dramatic. Blinded by a helpless hesitation, The hopelessness of uncontrolled frustration.
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# ? Dec 6, 2017 15:23 |
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Bernie would have won Bernie would have won you fucks Bernie would have won
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# ? Dec 6, 2017 16:31 |
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Gas gas gas! I'm gonna step on the gas Tonight I'll fly! And be your lover Yeah yeah yeah! I'll be so quick as a flash And I'll be your hero
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Boss makes a dollar I make a dime That's why I poop On company time
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