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One day the sketchy, distorted firefly was burning with anger at her friend Corgie. She looked in the mirror, realized she was almost dead, and went outside to have a smoke. Her magic striated jacket brought her back to life. "Creepy..." she said. She was sad that her Corgie was not being thoughtful. "Where is the movement in this geometric relationship?", she thought. She looked at the time, saw her shadow, realized it was bright and it was time to be playful.
So, where is Waldo? He is in a town full of creepy, disturbed, mirrored, and dotted Santa’s. Oh, hey! They’re sad. I will pull out my nose ring and add a firefly. It is incredibly gross. MEOW! Corg-yo, he knows all. He told me there’s something in your eye? Also, Rubik’s-lined naked swivels in the 1970’s told me “I’m watching you! No, I’m not.” Then, I decided there were too many lights in the magic ball.
Unbeknownst to the foggy spectre a cartoonish pug had become mesmerized by the dizzying movement of haze created by the spectral shift in the room. The pug was confused by the fleeting impermanence of the figure. The spectre; however, was entranced by the vibrant permanence of the pug and the rhythm of it's breathing. A stealthy move by the spectre created panic in the pug causing him to run face first into the nearest wall.The spectre was immediately filled with empathy at the plight of the pug and resolved to allow him to return to his incognizant state.
Empty brilliance speckling her snakelike spine, Disenchanted life suffocating her phantom smile, Scenarios radiant with loss forcing unseen scars on her skin, Vocal darkness falling down her obsidian hair, Linear light becomes serpentine darkness coursing through her veins, Holistic symphonies screaming uncertainty in her ears, Holographic doubles orchestrating lies in her body, A name whispered in the night reflecting on her eyes, Obscenity
A Fairy's Adventures There once was a fairy whose special talent was swirling ghosts. She had learned this special talent from the man who mastered the blackhole who lived next door to her doppleganger under a tree. She was oblivious a place filled with magic and lots of creatures, including tribes who committed many taboos. After the fairy learned her talent, she stopped going to see her mentor under the tree. Years passed, and she had many adventures, like the time she tripped a dragon, and the time she fought a wishywashy ectoplasmic being. One day, she got a message from her mentor that he was squishing bugs. Immediately, she was inspired to run to his tree, where she found him frustrated and all alone. He was most vivacious in greeting her and called out, "Christmas!" They caught up on old times and the fairy informed him of her tragedies, like the time she elongated an ogre and the time she fell of a flying spectral dragon. He was very proud of her and told her she was the best student he had ever spontaneously selected. Then they ate eccentric cake. The End.
As I crept down the street I concentrated on this swirly dragon figure. When I got closer the spirit morphed into a homeless, naked man. The next thing I knew the energy changed again I was being chased down the block by a two-faced dog. It was so overwhelming that I tripped and doubled over! All of the sudden it surrounded me which was quite disturbing and my primary instinct was to get away. As it approached me, I realized the mystic creature was precious and it helped me get back up and on my way.
There once was a castle. A masked man stormed into the depressing castle and looked for a woman that would bring him joy and romance. The castle was such a blur, he thought that one must orbit the castle first in order to make a connection to where everything was in this dark room. Even though everything seemed fuzzy at first, the man was able to create a pattern of events to figure out where he was. Along came a corgi ghost that could shoot waves of fire. The anatomy of this creature was quite quirky for a corgi. The neck was very long and the tail was very squiggly. The dog moved so quickly to the point where the man could not see or catch him. The man became terrified and ran for his life. Since he was not looking where he was going, he fell into a huge pool in the middle of the castle. The man was drowning, for the walls were so big that he could not reach the ledge. A gust of water stormed right into his lungs and the man began to choke. All of a sudden a brightly colorful rope plunged into the pool. The man was saved. When he opened his eyes a woman was sitting there next to him. He asked her if she needed to be saved for he was here to rescue her. The woman laughed and said no you silly boy, I live her this is my home and have made such a mess of my castle. The man felt embarrassed and fled the castle. The man realized that he would not find love today and would try the next castle he found tomorrow.
Ode to Kitty Cat Once upon a time there was a sweet little cat. Up close he looked like he could be one of those movie star cats. He was so warm, colorful, young and full of love. The thought was very disjointed to me as to why he was in a shelter and not in a home. I knew he had to feel suffocated in that small cage. As I approached his cage he reached out with his paw as if to say, “Hey! Look at me! Pet me! Take me home! I’m tired of hanging around this joint!”. I knew he was an intellectual! I couldn’t move fast enough to get him out of his cage to pet him. It was love at first pet! He looked at me with his bright green eyes. He swirled around my legs, purring and smiling. His tail moved around like a little dancing ghost. He then jumped on my shoulders, rubbing his face on my face. Strangely enough, I didn’t find this gross. I was glad to see how playful he was. Sadly, I noticed some of his left ear had been clipped off. My mind sped, thinking of what must have happened to it and if he needed plastic surgery to fix it. Luckily enough, that wavy ear was functional just the way it was. Driving him to his new home that night, I knew I could promise him his new life would be great. I was thankful for my new start, just like he was. I knew he was my pet, but what I didn’t know is that he would double as my friend.
Yesterday I made some of my special fuschia play-dough for my kids to suffocating with. It's a squiggly recipe: you mix in a toybox of chicken wings, a bathtub of cookies, a rain of soap, and a couple of skydancers for good measure. Then you stir it up morosely for two 80's or until it becomes nice and adorable. Then you bake it for almost a post-modern (no more!) and let it cool. It's a big hit with my kids, who like to make things out of it. My son made a cohort and a frat boy out of it, and my daughter made a life-sized replica of her symbiotic relationship. Then they mashed it all back into a geometric and started over again. My son made a dissolving corgi, while my daughter smeared it all over the rain dances and the family baby human. It took me a victorian to get the play-dough out of the rain dances and the baby human's fingers, but they had a lot of fun.
Doppelganger Doppelganger Doppelganger Your doubled and followed and hollowed out Mystery SSSSSssSssssSpace Aliens Chasing you Bringing the angels and the ghosts Michael is a baby with a rubix cube Memories rushing Doubled Nothing makes sense Drawing a Deatheater’s signature Smell smoke, death Melting, suffocating BRAINSSSsssSSSsss Zombies running falling Dizzy, Hairy, Dying Dead. Content. As dead as the tree rings Showing how long the tree lived Until it died
There once was a droopy looking little duckling who was known for his wavy feathers and cube like face, but was also very nosy and got into everything. He always wanted to be groovy like shaggy in scooby doo, and find creepy ghosts like the dementor in Harry Potter. One day he heard of a ghost that was globally known as the scariest, creepiest, and deadliest ghost of them all. He thought it would be fun to go and find this ghost, so he flapped his way down to the place where that ghost lived. They said this ghost had a skeletal face and haunted an old shack in the middle of a dense forest. As he approached the shack he could feel a chill in the air, the sky blackening, and the sounds of tormented voices in the wind. Little duckling paid no mind to it thought and entered into the shack. It was dark and all he had was a flashlight to see. Suddenly the sneaky ghost whipped through the air in a swirly cloud of suffocation. There were candles that came ablaze and the duckling could smell a fragrance of death around him. The ghost screeched and yelled for him to leave or he would be swallowed hole by him. The duckling quickly turned and ran away from the horrible sight, crying and screaming for his life until he ended up outside of the forest, where there was no sign of the blackness that hovered over the shack.
Seeing in the darkness of the thick woodlands was difficult. The search for something hidden was beginning to prove itself challenging. One misstep could mean he would be lost forever, strangled by thorny vines or swallowed by a rushing stream. The dim moonlight was all he had to guide his path. He sought what his enemies stole from him. His enemies, the wild group of younglings who refused to forfeit their precious woodlands. Their troublemaker ways induced a headache to all who they came into contact with. A blast of wind from the left caused him to lose grip of the cumbersome parcel he carried, a flicker of panic striking through him as he struggled to regain a grasp on the leathery handle.
Stuck in the deep eerie wonderland of Bloggerathy, Jerry the Corgi roadkill killer seeks the message of the Leavers Leave in the forrest of hallows. He was sent to retrieve the message for the Queen of the hopeless wonderland in trade of the simple award of fresh meat and pig hoof.
Within the mystical forrest of hopelessness, he fought away the line locked branches, furry roadkill, and eternity cheats with one task in mind. His awe and love for the Queen would never allow him to have his last inhaled breath.
Looking at the reflection in the mirror, she suddenly realized that it had been four years since the day it happened. She still remembered the happiness and excitement inside a soul of a teenage girl. The clouds turned pink when she received that red letter with his signature circled in a heart. She looked at the decorative patterns he drew and touched that he spent time thinking of doing it for her. It was like a dream, colorful and beautiful for awhile then vanishing in the blink of an eye. His doubled identity was revealed. He ran and chased after the unreachable, leaving her wounded. The pain multiplied day after day as she tried to swallow it. It was like a ghost, evilly creeping into her. It was like death knocking at the door.
Gasping for breath, the knight lazily became still. The choking method of life happily released him. The sun's humming warmth from above soon followed. With the sun's demise, the leaping spirit was born red. The humming, transparent child danced fourth from the man's cranium. Disguised as a canine of the old world, the spirit shimmered in serene ambiance. Hallucinations echoed through the nights air, spewing digital noise in geometric patterns and causing an electric light show of energy. The entity faded in and out as it flew through the electric air and danced as if the night was aquatic in nature. It was a recreation of Vegas, coming from the brain. The anatomy of what once lived was transformed into the happy volt that painted this boring land with an explosion of color.
Life at the speed of light is swift and revealing, so fast in the blink of an eye it is already christmas. Anew day is fresh with tons of ideas leaving you searching for closure, epiphany, and if not you are left with a hunger you cannot get over. Never fear that new day don't become static just go with the flow, forward motion, or just play it by ear find that special someone an be a romantic. Lifes lessons can be nebulous if you fall or fail it is just a smear on that great thing that is "your life" untouchable and dear to the rest of us.
It was halloween night at UNT and everyone was in a fright. For the ghost from the grave yard came back from the dead. It was all the bad students who gave the professors a hard time. They came back as skeletons with bony fingers and toes.
They came back in a bright flash of the eye. The peaceful night was broken with a cry throughout the night. It created a ripple in the pool and vibrated throughout the whole campus. Everybody jumped out of their colorful costumes. One student suffocated on candy decorated as a skull. The cute corgi at the corner of the street ran with zigzag movement never to be seen again.
grey and tangled the empty hands of the l o n e circle crazed with the edge of the blade a battle cry of a forgotten time green and mysterious we wander past the shady grove and we are yellow and humbled
One day the sketchy, distorted firefly was burning with anger at her friend Corgie. She looked in the mirror, realized she was almost dead, and went outside to have a smoke. Her magic striated jacket brought her back to life. "Creepy..." she said. She was sad that her Corgie was not being thoughtful. "Where is the movement in this geometric relationship?", she thought. She looked at the time, saw her shadow, realized it was bright and it was time to be playful.
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ReplyDeleteSo, where is Waldo? He is in a town full of creepy, disturbed, mirrored, and dotted Santa’s. Oh, hey! They’re sad. I will pull out my nose ring and add a firefly. It is incredibly gross. MEOW! Corg-yo, he knows all. He told me there’s something in your eye? Also, Rubik’s-lined naked swivels in the 1970’s told me “I’m watching you! No, I’m not.” Then, I decided there were too many lights in the magic ball.
ReplyDeleteUnbeknownst to the foggy spectre a cartoonish pug had become mesmerized by the dizzying movement of haze created by the spectral shift in the room. The pug was confused by the fleeting impermanence of the figure. The spectre; however, was entranced by the vibrant permanence of the pug and the rhythm of it's breathing. A stealthy move by the spectre created panic in the pug causing him to run face first into the nearest wall.The spectre was immediately filled with empathy at the plight of the pug and resolved to allow him to return to his incognizant state.
ReplyDeleteEmpty brilliance speckling her snakelike spine,
ReplyDeleteDisenchanted life suffocating her phantom smile,
Scenarios radiant with loss forcing unseen scars on her skin,
Vocal darkness falling down her obsidian hair,
Linear light becomes serpentine darkness coursing through her veins,
Holistic symphonies screaming uncertainty in her ears,
Holographic doubles orchestrating lies in her body,
A name whispered in the night reflecting on her eyes,
Obscenity
A Fairy's Adventures
ReplyDeleteThere once was a fairy whose special talent was swirling ghosts. She had learned this special talent from the man who mastered the blackhole who lived next door to her doppleganger under a tree. She was oblivious a place filled with magic and lots of creatures, including tribes who committed many taboos. After the fairy learned her talent, she stopped going to see her mentor under the tree. Years passed, and she had many adventures, like the time she tripped a dragon, and the time she fought a wishywashy ectoplasmic being. One day, she got a message from her mentor that he was squishing bugs. Immediately, she was inspired to run to his tree, where she found him frustrated and all alone. He was most vivacious in greeting her and called out, "Christmas!" They caught up on old times and the fairy informed him of her tragedies, like the time she elongated an ogre and the time she fell of a flying spectral dragon. He was very proud of her and told her she was the best student he had ever spontaneously selected. Then they ate eccentric cake. The End.
ghostly double
ReplyDeleteexposed and enlightening, yet veiled
a fuzzy, puzzling memory
shifting light
lingering neon traces
a luminous mouse in a serpentine age
such tragic animals
bold and intimate
As I crept down the street I concentrated on this swirly dragon figure. When I got closer the spirit morphed into a homeless, naked man. The next thing I knew the energy changed again I was being chased down the block by a two-faced dog. It was so overwhelming that I tripped and doubled over! All of the sudden it surrounded me which was quite disturbing and my primary instinct was to get away. As it approached me, I realized the mystic creature was precious and it helped me get back up and on my way.
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ReplyDeleteThere once was a castle. A masked man stormed into the depressing castle and looked for a woman that would bring him joy and romance. The castle was such a blur, he thought that one must orbit the castle first in order to make a connection to where everything was in this dark room. Even though everything seemed fuzzy at first, the man was able to create a pattern of events to figure out where he was. Along came a corgi ghost that could shoot waves of fire. The anatomy of this creature was quite quirky for a corgi. The neck was very long and the tail was very squiggly. The dog moved so quickly to the point where the man could not see or catch him. The man became terrified and ran for his life. Since he was not looking where he was going, he fell into a huge pool in the middle of the castle. The man was drowning, for the walls were so big that he could not reach the ledge. A gust of water stormed right into his lungs and the man began to choke. All of a sudden a brightly colorful rope plunged into the pool. The man was saved. When he opened his eyes a woman was sitting there next to him. He asked her if she needed to be saved for he was here to rescue her. The woman laughed and said no you silly boy, I live her this is my home and have made such a mess of my castle. The man felt embarrassed and fled the castle. The man realized that he would not find love today and would try the next castle he found tomorrow.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful writing
ReplyDeleteDeceased under the serpent
Twisting so loyally
Beautiful felid
Fluffing his radial
Cosmos in time
Sensuous lighting
Cubic but fetal
Lively but naked
Creative orbit
Repeats my dysfunction
Skews my lineage
felid = member of cat family. Get it right, spell check!
Ode to Kitty Cat
ReplyDeleteOnce upon a time there was a sweet little cat. Up close he looked like he could be one of those movie star cats. He was so warm, colorful, young and full of love. The thought was very disjointed to me as to why he was in a shelter and not in a home. I knew he had to feel suffocated in that small cage. As I approached his cage he reached out with his paw as if to say, “Hey! Look at me! Pet me! Take me home! I’m tired of hanging around this joint!”. I knew he was an intellectual! I couldn’t move fast enough to get him out of his cage to pet him. It was love at first pet! He looked at me with his bright green eyes. He swirled around my legs, purring and smiling. His tail moved around like a little dancing ghost. He then jumped on my shoulders, rubbing his face on my face. Strangely enough, I didn’t find this gross. I was glad to see how playful he was. Sadly, I noticed some of his left ear had been clipped off. My mind sped, thinking of what must have happened to it and if he needed plastic surgery to fix it. Luckily enough, that wavy ear was functional just the way it was. Driving him to his new home that night, I knew I could promise him his new life would be great. I was thankful for my new start, just like he was. I knew he was my pet, but what I didn’t know is that he would double as my friend.
Goofy Mad-Lib
ReplyDeleteYesterday I made some of my special fuschia play-dough for my kids to suffocating with. It's a squiggly recipe: you mix in a toybox of chicken wings, a bathtub of cookies, a rain of soap, and a couple of skydancers for good measure. Then you stir it up morosely for two 80's or until it becomes nice and adorable. Then you bake it for almost a post-modern (no more!) and let it cool.
It's a big hit with my kids, who like to make things out of it. My son made a cohort and a frat boy out of it, and my daughter made a life-sized replica of her symbiotic relationship. Then they mashed it all back into a geometric and started over again. My son made a dissolving corgi, while my daughter smeared it all over the rain dances and the family baby human. It took me a victorian to get the play-dough out of the rain dances and the baby human's fingers, but they had a lot of fun.
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ReplyDeleteDoppelganger Doppelganger Doppelganger
ReplyDeleteYour doubled and followed and hollowed out
Mystery SSSSSssSssssSpace Aliens
Chasing you
Bringing the angels and the ghosts
Michael is a baby with a rubix cube
Memories rushing
Doubled
Nothing makes sense
Drawing a Deatheater’s signature
Smell smoke, death
Melting, suffocating
BRAINSSSsssSSSsss
Zombies running falling
Dizzy, Hairy, Dying
Dead. Content.
As dead as the tree rings
Showing how long the tree lived
Until it died
There once was a droopy looking little duckling who was known for his wavy feathers and cube like face, but was also very nosy and got into everything. He always wanted to be groovy like shaggy in scooby doo, and find creepy ghosts like the dementor in Harry Potter. One day he heard of a ghost that was globally known as the scariest, creepiest, and deadliest ghost of them all. He thought it would be fun to go and find this ghost, so he flapped his way down to the place where that ghost lived. They said this ghost had a skeletal face and haunted an old shack in the middle of a dense forest. As he approached the shack he could feel a chill in the air, the sky blackening, and the sounds of tormented voices in the wind. Little duckling paid no mind to it thought and entered into the shack. It was dark and all he had was a flashlight to see. Suddenly the sneaky ghost whipped through the air in a swirly cloud of suffocation. There were candles that came ablaze and the duckling could smell a fragrance of death around him. The ghost screeched and yelled for him to leave or he would be swallowed hole by him. The duckling quickly turned and ran away from the horrible sight, crying and screaming for his life until he ended up outside of the forest, where there was no sign of the blackness that hovered over the shack.
ReplyDeleteSeeing in the darkness of the thick woodlands was difficult. The search for something hidden was beginning to prove itself challenging. One misstep could mean he would be lost forever, strangled by thorny vines or swallowed by a rushing stream. The dim moonlight was all he had to guide his path. He sought what his enemies stole from him. His enemies, the wild group of younglings who refused to forfeit their precious woodlands. Their troublemaker ways induced a headache to all who they came into contact with. A blast of wind from the left caused him to lose grip of the cumbersome parcel he carried, a flicker of panic striking through him as he struggled to regain a grasp on the leathery handle.
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ReplyDeleteStuck in the deep eerie wonderland of Bloggerathy,
ReplyDeleteJerry the Corgi roadkill killer seeks the message of the Leavers Leave in the forrest of hallows. He was sent to retrieve the message for the Queen of the hopeless wonderland in trade of the simple award of fresh meat and pig hoof.
Within the mystical forrest of hopelessness, he fought away the line locked branches, furry roadkill, and eternity cheats with one task in mind. His awe and love for the Queen would never allow him to have his last inhaled breath.
Looking at the reflection in the mirror, she suddenly realized that it had been four years since the day it happened. She still remembered the happiness and excitement inside a soul of a teenage girl. The clouds turned pink when she received that red letter with his signature circled in a heart. She looked at the decorative patterns he drew and touched that he spent time thinking of doing it for her. It was like a dream, colorful and beautiful for awhile then vanishing in the blink of an eye. His doubled identity was revealed. He ran and chased after the unreachable, leaving her wounded. The pain multiplied day after day as she tried to swallow it. It was like a ghost, evilly creeping into her. It was like death knocking at the door.
ReplyDeleteGasping for breath, the knight lazily became still. The choking method of life happily released him. The sun's humming warmth from above soon followed. With the sun's demise, the leaping spirit was born red. The humming, transparent child danced fourth from the man's cranium. Disguised as a canine of the old world, the spirit shimmered in serene ambiance. Hallucinations echoed through the nights air, spewing digital noise in geometric patterns and causing an electric light show of energy. The entity faded in and out as it flew through the electric air and danced as if the night was aquatic in nature. It was a recreation of Vegas, coming from the brain. The anatomy of what once lived was transformed into the happy volt that painted this boring land with an explosion of color.
ReplyDeleteLife at the speed of light is swift and revealing, so fast in the blink of an eye it is already christmas. Anew day is fresh with tons of ideas leaving you searching for closure, epiphany, and if not you are left with a hunger you cannot get over. Never fear that new day don't become static just go with the flow, forward motion, or just play it by ear find that special someone an be a romantic. Lifes lessons can be nebulous if you fall or fail it is just a smear on that great thing that is "your life" untouchable and dear to the rest of us.
ReplyDeleteIt was halloween night at UNT and everyone was in a fright.
ReplyDeleteFor the ghost from the grave yard came back from the dead.
It was all the bad students who gave the professors a hard time.
They came back as skeletons with bony fingers and toes.
They came back in a bright flash of the eye.
The peaceful night was broken with a cry throughout the night.
It created a ripple in the pool and vibrated throughout the whole campus.
Everybody jumped out of their colorful costumes. One student suffocated on candy decorated as a skull. The cute corgi at the corner of the street ran with zigzag movement never to be seen again.
grey and tangled
ReplyDeletethe empty hands of the
l o n e circle
crazed with the
edge of the blade
a battle cry
of a forgotten time
green and mysterious
we wander past the
shady grove
and we are yellow and
humbled