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Assorted Emu Stampede LyricsHarmonious Visage
Eyes become thou,
Cherub of this whatever world.
White light grin,
Simplicity somehow clears the boredom.
Paint that smile on the sky,
And the world would rejoice.
Imagine any ugliness possible,
And you'd annul any of its permanencies.
There is good in the world,
So I leave the message.
"Thine being shalt illuminate all blackened life. Hollah back when you get a chance...!"
Drought the sorrow and rain the joy.
It's how I see you.
Can't the world see this harmonious visage?
Nature only allows for short bursts.
Would longer be considered godly?
Somehow boredom simplifies the answer.
Eyes become us,
Angel of this half-blank planet.
The touch equal to 15 sights.
Can't the world see this harmonious visage?
The blind can always learn to see.
Nature tries to restrain us so much,
But you're worth more than the limitation.
Drought the nothing and rain the something.
It's why I see you.
I have become the silent war...!
Fighting for an extreme
HyperboleAbsolutely Ruined Existence
It was set it stone within the womb.
I would pop out, being sent to my tomb.
A perpetually spiraling existence,
Premeditated by cruelest fate!
Unloved and loveless, support the hate!
Unproductive and producing, uselessness upon the land!
You know your life is worthless,
When not a single thing is there,
And all your steps are trips,
And you're a walking heart attack.
It was set it stone within my tomb.
I was aborted within the womb!!
"Do It" To Yourself
I hate my mindset!
Only I could even think the things I think of,
And it's even worse that it's my own damn fault!
Listening to Christian metal while researching porn.
Helping your neighbor put the sling around their neck.
Ditching your best friend for some retarded skank.
Being loved by multiple obsessed stalker personalities!
This is only the beginning,
And it's your own damn fault!
You poor worthless liars!!
Hating You Is Way Too Easy
I never feel bad around you, my little politician!
PCMM: The Cranberry TalesPumpkin Cheese Mullet Man: The Creamy, Corny, Cranberry Tales
In a land after time, many men would decide to walk for really long distances. Many a man and woman would believe so blindly that they have to gracefully traverse a huge landscape just to find a shiny golden trinket to look at. Well, we live here in the present, which is a time where people make either just as or even more useless journeys to places and make humungous deals out of it. On one stupid insignificant day, a shoddy man was walking with one companion over to the local turkey mall. Thanksgiving was around the corner that led into the alley where Michael Jackson hangs out all the time. More specifically, it was just a couple of months away. Our not-so-dashing hero, Pumpkin Cheese Mullet Man, needed to get the food and supplies needed to feed his grandpa, Grumpy. Poor old Grumpy was feeling awfully lazy today, and it was almost like it was destiny when he decided to force his grandson superhero to go get the groceries
Defining NoFlaming Target
This is my weakness,
FUCKING ABUSE IT!!
You stupid little kids,
FREAKIN' TAKE IT!!
Your pathetic lives are not shaped by me,
And you should not keep reminding me of this!
Leave me the hell alone!!
Cupid uses me not for target practice,
Yet I get it on a daily basis in discordant sonar?!
THIS PICTURE'S CROOKED!!
Pulverizing Me Into Used Concrete
POUND ME, POUND ME,
NOT LIKE MY HEAD HURTS ENOUGH!!
You little whiners cry about migraines,
Yet this stress feels a million times worse!
Your aching little voices,
Meek little whimpers,
PET YOU LIKE DOGS,
THEN A SWIFT JARRING KICK!
Nuzzle me again, I dare you...
Again and again,
The telephone and my ears ring,
I swear I hear it everywhere to this point!
I DON'T NEED THIS!
Like a sledgehammer in my face is really beneficial to me?!
Well you've all bludgeoned me enough in this cracking head!
DO IT S'MORE!
I DARE YOU!!!!
How's being an asshole working out for you?
Does it get you laid to piss everyb
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PCMM: Mean-ness O Doc SeductoPumpkin Cheese Mullet Man: The Absolute Mean-ness Of Doctress Seducto
Within the small town of Small Town, I, the sidekick of Pumpkin Cheese Mullet Man aliased No Clue, was totally bored and sitting upon the grass under a tree in the local park. Of course, I was actually sitting IN the tree since random patrons wanted to eat my lobster claw arm. Curs-ed Red Lobster! My giant 30th tooth was aching as well, so I figured "Why not scratch it on the tree-bark?" Obviously a bad idea, and now I have a huge mess of brown dirt mixing into my teal shirt from falling out of the tree...!
"Arrgh! That's the last time I pull a stunt like THAT." I had complained. Then right out of the blue, Pumpkin Cheese Mullet Man came speeding into the park upon a raging golf cart. If it were my guess, he probably had two energy drinks for breakfast...
"GANG WAY! I have a golf cart, NOW RESPECT THE CART!" Pumpkin Cheese Mullet Man yelped with more energy than a frog crossing the street. His flowing reddish mul
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You will love this. Your existance is meaningless without it. SCROLL PLZ.
C'mon, jus' do it.
People like, want stuff, but then they don't. They're fuckin' emo. So I
Get this bitchin' letter, and
It goes all "OMG I GOT THIS ON A COMPUTER" then
Within about 2 or 3
seconds, EVERYTHING DIDN'T...I mean, DID COME TRUE! I WAS
IT FAILS...uhh...WORKS! DAMMIT I'M TIRED!!!
1. To your mom, says "You're so brokeback" then says "hi" and
"You're the girl I wanna be with! 3 or 4 or 5 or 9
2. Tap your shoes and believe in something you wanna fail in.
Within two seconds, you will fail at it and be barraged by eggs and mineral water. MINERAL WATER. SHIT. SPAMSPAMSPAM.
The Straw-Man FallacyThe straw-man watches with bottomless eyes.
Eyes - which a beholder would focus
As if looking down a cliff with abysmal attention.
Stare down the cliff and you'll fly
Yet after a duration - you'll tire and plummet.
The straw-man stiffens - perhaps...
The crows, they witness a blind guardian.
He is an intimidating vegetable looking to be in a perfect weave
And a blind man that can see all
Yet we can see not the man within.
The straw-man's watching, mayhaps...
They peck his skin, but they cannot touch him.
They flee in his presence, but come crawling back
Like some sort of cult - following a wolf in a manger,
Hoping the guardian shalt not see the sin of thieves.
The corn is ripe for the wrong picking.
Hungry and ravenous but kept by a still man.
The straw-man watches with bottomless eyes.
Majesty over a barren field of dry rye.
Though like Marianna's Trench, we'll not touch the depths...
The beholder can't take the pressure
And a crow does not fly into a pit.
The sky turns purple and everything's all tweaked now.
I'm a conservative and want it to stay the same,
But a liberal to change it back.
On the crap smelled my name,
Right on it, rotted into me.
I got the short end on your side,
And someone stole my enchilada
While I wasn't looking...
The nostalgia keeps whispering into my ear,
I have de-evolved.
I feel warmer than your bag of meat.
Guess the hairier are more closed than the open.
Planes crash onto my head since I'm so obscured.
What did I doo doo to earn this poo poo?
Though I feel like nothing's happening,
I know only the elderly can truly "kill" time.
Slaughtering the youthly yesteryears.
But I'm still young, so I protect my pack.
It's my only reminder,
That I've de-evolved.
I'm a gorilla on wheels.
Thanks for driving me there.
The tough gets growingI'm knee-deep in mud,
grumbling and mumbling
about what I did
to deserve this mess
And my mother glares,
"When I planted you,
I put you deep in the dirt,
not to bury you alive,
but to teach you that
when the growing gets tough,
the tough gets growing."
pick up the slack and
pick up that slack-jawed shadow of yours
dragging on wet pavement under your soles
and hurry it along, we ain't got all day here
flex your white-boned fingers and
taut knuckles and pluck the soul from
its coffin in your slick throat
the sun has better places to be than in your sky.
Falling Back into Placei wait for wisdom
the sludge tells me
to come in
awaits, just beneath the tack
of its sticky skin
and i know
that what waits there
is more patient
eternal and hungry
but the peace
is only a skin
9 Countenances for the Curious1.
My limbs have become instruments,
but, unlike the piano of your memories,
I am still not anyone's to play.
I think I am finite,
that the limits of me are dictated
by flesh and numbers
on an inverted scale
but the dog on my lap
doesn't care what I weigh;
she wants only
to love me and be loved.
the pain that anchors you
strains your back,
the ship of your life
is hamstrung upon a reef
and you think you are watching
a dolphin at play
but siren songs deceive you.
my ship sank beneath the waters
years ago, this bubble of life
sustains me even as i drown:
there are storms in the depths
of me, and you see only
the ocean's calm.
At 7, I swallowed stories
like candy; didn't understand
that too much leaves you bloated.
At 17, I breakfasted on books
like pancakes; too caught up
to tell (some things should be special).
At 27, I feasted on fiction
like home-cooked meals; didn't know
some of it could poison you.
At 37, I hope I will be picking
at poetry; letting the flavours
of the words
placebo effectthey stuck some needles in his
skin and made him think that he was
plucked the feathers from her
wings and tried to make her
they changed the names of all his pills
and labeled him
tied some string around her neck
and hung her from the
(i only know what they tell me)
a girl at the airportwhen she eats cake
she presses a napkin
to her lips with each bite--
frosting smears are impolite
murderers of good,
faraway first impressions.
when she sees someone
beautiful, she hides her face
behind a book, book shelf, closed door
like a pious man hides his eyes
when she has something
important to say among a crowd
she utters it like the bah
of a vulnerable lamb--
a fragile thing, a hesitant mantra
to be drowned and consumed
without thought or care by the sound
of louder others.
when she falls in love
she looks around
to make sure no one saw
and when someone sees
she refuses to believe
their eyes tried to catch
The Man and the Molluski don't mean to dig
but the mollusk makes me
its pulsating mass
a constant reminder
that i host its growth
our slow-moving foot
flows into itself
feeling its future up
toward dry land
up this alone of evolution
of just how quickly
pulled off onto sidestreets
or propped up in bathrooms
are forgotten (lost)
and how best intentions
into which slot
the prayers go
i don't mean to drag
but the mollusk makes me
drag it down
to stir the silt
grow upyou say
i am weak
i have never
worked for anything
i am not sorry
i should take
the pills the doctor
i will never
know what it is to
hurt the way that you hurt,
plant me in the ground
listen to the way my nature sounds
when i turn from something black
to something luminous, proud
you turned me into a shadow, you prick
remember that? remember this?
yeah, the condom broke, you
piece of shit, at least i tried
to be careful, at least when
you cried, i kissed your
say what you want
about my judgment.
my immaturity, my general
lack of readiness for
anything. but i was good
to you, and i tried,
and i am sorry that
you hurt so much
that you can't
do it as elegantly
as i can.
you have never
learned to love
the grit: the place
where my spirit sags,
where my love
as if biology could have been any clearer,
cleaning your spit from my bedroom mirror-
i can smell your genes and
they smell fucking good to me,
but i keep telling myself,
We're dots to the superior microscope,
And with so many on our dirty paper,
We have no choice but to melt!
HOLD ME DOWN,
SET ME AFLAME!!
Spin me around...
ULTIMATE KINETIC NIGHTMARE!
We have so many of them stored within,
And we're so inept to losing them.
Though with so much negativity conducted,
It wouldn't hurt to lose some of that space.
Positivity is when you lose it all.
Becoming molten idiot plasma.
Flip my channels and adjust my screen,
I'm sure I can work wonders for you.
Now the nucleus is unstable,
And security abberated.
I'll be a thousand degrees forever!!
I'm excited and ready to mold...!
I'm changing and losing it all...
I am metal!!
The BeginningHe told them, of course. He told those idiots everything, the whole damn story, including the blunder he'd made, and its consequences. Looking back on it later, he realized he had probably been in shock the whole time. It made sense, anyone would have been.
Soph was about twenty years old, and he'd been that way for a couple of years already, ever since the Hoarde had started attacking humanity from the past. Every day that passed, they ate at another day in the past. It sickened him. Those creatures had absolutely no regard for proper time and causality protocols.
It didn't seem to affect anyone else that way, though.
The Hoarde was the result of a human creation, of course, like everything bad in the world, though no one else knew about them. Then again, no one else had undiluted access to the power of creation. Even he didn't know much about the Hoarde, only that they appeared through some tear in The Fabric of The World and started killing people off. They appeared at some point in
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