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Hey all,
Busy as fluff, BUT, I’m going to try to get today’s SawThatSaturday in before midnight tonight! Going to take out all the lions and the weapons tonight to try not to go out so I can write. I mean, I’d have it that way…but the people around me beg to differ.
Hello All!
Regularly, I’d just write a free-verse or two here, but as the first FreeverseFriday, today’s special. Today, I’m going to post a piece that I wrote for my FIRST (1st) reading that I’ve been invited to…well…read at. The promoter/organizer/genius told me to have it deal with sex or sexuality. Since I want to save writing softcore porn for when I go pro, I decided to write a poem about homosexuality. If you can find out how it deals with homosexuality, you win.
NOTE: I wrote this as a performance piece. You sort of have to hear me “perform” it to get the full effect, but shit, you guys are only getting the words. If you know how my sexy voice sounds, then just imagine me in a room reading it, and there you go.
Oh, and as you imagine me reading it, imagine Tucky Williams, Salma Hayek, and Olivia Wilde in the room with me. Thanks.
*****
NICE WALKER
They hide us in their flasks
Humiliation
The Un-norm kind
Sacrilege, determination
As we watch our city-streets with cautious eyes
We cannot show
Our designs are flawed to them, they’re un-denied
They cannot know
We are refined
An un-acquired taste
I’m from this ilk
What cauldrons whence I’ve grown
Dark places shown
To public eyes
I’m scrutiny
My soul’s hue
Undefined
Now I embark
On their paved road
These different
Yet same places
In love
In life
I see I see
One like myself
Like me like me
And harbored down I am
The silence of my voice and fate
I hold inside of myself
Blank and empty will my advances remain
Until I shatter this glass
Not enough voices, can hold me back, from speaking of her
Of him
I reside in this cage, looking out
So much within
I’m broiled up
From under my soul
I want to expel
All the expression that rushes out
A taller woman, a taller man
I gaze upon to see them
Right in front of me
I wish to be
I see them turned around
My visions are strait and true
Alien to myself
Is your departure
Slow
Forward
Turned around
Backwards cyclical motion
Their gait, move away
Once again these villains win
The rear
The calls of nature
Force me to
Shout
Out
But the mother’s norms
Shell me in
Cut me at the throat
Normal but unmoral
Kind but unkind
I reside
Unblinking
Unthinking
This gorgeous walker by my side
A Sunday afternoon
You move away
But such steps
Are closer to my heart
With every step that way
This way
More comes to mind
Thoughts of retaliation
Against the unkind kind
The air
Of which I wind
Grows thick and full of flavor
You pretty walker
Slide
Move away from me
In minds I’ll catch
The similar fish
To my designs and math
Inside my head
Inside my hat
You fill me with the taste
To what extent
I’m forced to say
The beauty of your heel
To heel
To heel
To kiss the ground
As I do kiss
Your forehead in my mind
Your feet
They tease
They tempt
They break the code
To show myself
To walk beside you
Oh, gorgeous walker
I cannot hide
I must belong
To you
A thirsty mutt
For breaking roots
Tradition
I am tempted
All these clothes
Surrounding me
Will never be so pretty enough
To keep me in
Arch of the back
curve of the calve
Smooth natures impale me
No sharper blade there is
These steps away
Cut harsh and true
A frozen man
A frozen gal…
Nice walker..
No mans machine
Ever so designed
Will make steps towards my heart
As fine
As quick
As true as yours
You unaware
The art solidified
In such an act
To look that way
To un-know passions
That wake in me
Because you walk away
Beautiful sun
Beautiful moon
Beautiful night
Beautiful day
Nice walker
With your pretty steps
You give a soul some hope
Most gorgeous steps
They still reside
The ones I’ll take towards you
That YOU evoked
*****
http://www.ufo-blogger.com/2011/11/obama-visited-mars-president-response.html
So apparently, while we were down here on earth worrying about Kim Kardashian’s multi-million dollar Halloween Party (I hear she was a bride), Justin Bieber’s Demon Spawn Baby Mama, and idiots up in a college who didn’t do anything when they clearly saw a crime was being committed…the first black president of the United States was too busy smoking Cubans in the oval office. Like, completely not giving a fluff. Why? He made it to Mars. White man will never be able to jump, ever again.
According to the article posted on November 11th, 2011 on www.ufo-blogger.com, Barry Soetoro (the name Obama used before he became awesome incarnate) was part of an elite secret mars training program that held sessions sometime in the summer of 1980. He was taught with a whole bunch of other teenagers (I smell a Japanese anime in the making), including the now, but not then, director of DARPA. This all took place at a high-tech facility, where they learned how to utilize the art of teleportation to get to Mars. (Go ninja, go ninja, go)
So yeah, dudes, this guys didn’t just eat breakfast and JUMP to the planet…he effin’ TELEPORTED there.
Quoted (humorously) from the article: “Mr. Stillings statement, released at the same time states, “I can confirm that Andrew D. Basiago and Barack Obama (then using the name “Barry Soetoro”) were in my Mars training course in Summer 1980 and that during the time period 1981 to 1983, I encountered Andy, Courtney M. Hunt of the CIA, and other Americans on the surface of Mars after reaching Mars via the “jump room” in El Segundo, CA.” — William Brett Stillings, American chrononaut”
You read it right, folks. Not Starbucks or Wal-Mart down the street, he met these people on the SURFACE of Mars.
Evidently, we don’t only have the technology to teleport, but think about it…we have enough MONEY to sustain a giant base on Mars and teleport there. If more people knew about this it would be disastrous. Not people, per se, but companies.
Now listen to me people, I’m not saying this because I actually care how much more southward our society is heading, that’s not the point. I’m saying this because once the fortune 500 plants their corporate claws into Mar’s icy and poisonous soil, they’re going to tax the HELL out of us down here on earth. Imagine paying $20 for a tank of gas. Pretty sweet. Now imagine it only being 1 gallon. Yeah, I know.
Come on NWO World government…you’re screwing us out of everything, and now you want to screw us out of another planet? In my opinion, I think we should take action. We all should get a rocket and blast our way up to one of Mar’s moons (if we get enough baking soda and vinegar) to picket these bastards. We can get (water) guns, and have our own government entirely made up of hipsters and people who listen to underground hip-hop. If we get enough trees to Mar’s moon (the plant kind, not the fun kind), we’ll be able terraform that bitch in 15 minutes, no problem. Who’s got the upper hand now, Martian assholes? You’re still using upside-down fishbowls to breath while we got ourselves fucking air. You can’t tax air, can you!?
Despite how good things are looking for us on out small war-planet earth, In my opinion, the prospect of the elite teleporting to Mars will only lead to one thing: Earth will become the Kansas (or Bridgeport, Connecticut) of our solar system, while Mars will be…hmm…The Hamptons I guess.
But yeah guys. We can do this! Occupy Phobos is going to SO be sweet.
Hey all.
Guess what? My life is eating up my blogging time…BUT NOT FOR LONG.
After I get out of school’s end and get my poop together, I fully plan to be following this schedule for writing specials all the time! (most of the time)
SupBro?Sunday: I talk about weightlifting, or bro-ish tales and lifestyles.
MyWorkMonday: I talk about the long-as-shit EPIC I have been writing and wave it by all of yo’ faces to see what you guys think of my progress.
TuneUpTuesday: I post a song and talk about it. Because that’s really original.
WomanWednesday: Self explanatory, and if any of you know me in person, then you can pretty much guess that this is going to be my favorite day of the week BY FAR. I select a female celebrity, and obsess about her and why she should be marrying me; a broke guy from the tristate who has an awesome (crappy) blog with a million (2) followers. WARNING: Not exclusive to real, existing, breathing, women. I’ll take suggestions for celebrities from you all! I’m NOT a picky man!
ThrillerThursday: I delve deep into the under core of…internet related alien stories and conspiracy theories, and give my opinion on why, if there was ever an incident, I’d be inclined to court a female alien for the betterment of the human race. And she’d like it.
FreeverseFriday: I shit out write out some original prose or poetry of mine, continually comment on how it’s bad, and go through the motions of fishing comments from all of you. We can get candles and everything. It’ll be great.
SawThatSaturday: I cover the world’s most RECENT events…with a two week time-lapse, and attempt to relate it to a previously submitted male celerity (send me celebrities to try to relate things to)
So that’s it. Don’t forget about the random poop I’ll be posting IN BETWEEN DAYS. Looking forward to writing all of these nice things for you all. Also, about the cookies. Went to the groceries, didn’t have any…so I’m dropping licorice, sons.
I don’t know who this “Eliza” is, but I was just naked in her towel. Oh snap. Girl, for a good time, for a good time call me.
TuneUpTuesday: Dante’s Theme EZXD Remix
In celebration of the fact that Ultimate Marvel Vs. Capcom 3 is coming out today (GET HYPE), this week’s TuneUpTuesday is Dante’s Theme Remix by EZXD
I like how towards the end of the song, this dude samples Lil’ John, and gunshots. Being one of the most overused tropes in hip-hop today, I think it’s hilarious that it made it into this little song that’s under the radar. Is the listener literally going to be like “Oh shit, a gunshot in the song? Was it a sound effect…or…or…did it REALLY come from a gun in the recording studio *gasp*” The fact that I KNOW some people have at least thought of that once, makes me feel like I actually like mainstream music.
See, I quite literally hate mainstream music, but I enjoy elements it when Nerdcore music (that only I listen to, seemingly) utilizes them. In fact, I think a lot of independent music producers online are starting to gear towards adding popular “quarks” in their music to essentially say that they can do it better than the six figure making mainstream fat cats; subtly making fun of them in the process.
It’s kind of like when a kid on your street makes fun of your sister after she squealed to your mother that you put the empty milk carton back in the fridge, and you got in trouble for it. You’re not supposed to like that it’s happening, but you do, because it’s pseudo-revenge. Besides, the damn milk wasn’t even done. It’s not my fault that you don’t like using the 1% in your coffee.
Hey all
Being a new blog, I am currently in the process of trying to figure out how to make this damn piece of $#!7 at least mildly interesting.
I am assigning certain days of the week with certain types of content I’ll post. All will, of course, involve writing (or just me talking about the subject). What goes where? Who goes what? You’re just going to have to follow me and see what I do, guys. Seriously.
If anyone has any suggestions at any point, please feel free to walk to the edge of your window and scream them at the top of your lungs towards my house, scaring small animals, children, birds, and seniors in the process (North by North West, please). I’ll be sure to hear you, as my head is huge, and my ears are most likely proportionate to my head, lest I’m some sort of vile creature from The Depths.
(Hopefully this’ll be good. I hope this doesn’t go to shit.)
Listen to these positive vibes. Raps is pimps too when it come to happiness.
