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A song about a man and a mobBurning hearts and torches gather around a singular point in a field. Their pride and rage burning bright, calling out to all who would join their ranks.
Skeletal lightning strikes the ground and a charred visage appears in low fickle flames. Flicking burning tongues sarcastically at the now sullen mass.
(Rising yell with chaotic hi-hat and snare)
Fear ripples through the crowd, snuffing out their hearts with quiet efficiency, making each one go mad, terror bubbling forth from each persons head like the contents of a heated kettle. A voice rings out cracking with hysteria "Set fire to the face on fire!"
(Hysterical guitar riff begins)
A blue lady in a dress stands up,
She amassed in the mass,
And walked past all the last men,
"It was an accident, we didn't mean a thing"
Aghast, she falls fast
Cause it's the last thing that she'll ever do.
(Angry sharp lead guitar intro into loud steady riff with drums and electrical synth)
War in a soldier I stumbled and fell, my face slamming into the mud with a slap like the smacking of cynical lips. I tasted blood and grit in my mouth. My ears pounded from the from the noise of zipping bullets and pounding artillery. It's thunderous slams making it seem as if Ares himself had joined the battle. 'This isn't good', I thought to myself, pulling myself to my feet as I slung the mud and sand off of my face. I looked around, suddenly realizing that I was alone. Adrenaline spiked through my system, racing through my veins like searing hot electricity. Every sense heightened to the point where time seemed to become to be drudging along nonchalantly as a lone Wehrmacht soldier came sprinting around the corner of some poor bastard's home.
In a panic, I began firing my weapon, the first two shots missed, flying off into the distance like it was their purpose, but the third one found it's mark. A loud clang sounded as a hole opened in th
Jack In The Box: Ep 7 Jack snuck out of the house, carefully making sure not to wake his father, although it had never been particularity hard before. His father was a heavy sleeper. Jack opened the front door and walked into the stale Old New York air. The buildings reverberated with the sounds of early morning chaos. Jack walked down the crumbling sidewalk in the lingering twilight. He looked to his right, down an alley he saw a couple of gang bangers smoking illegal tobacco products. he averted his eyes as one glared at him, he didn't want any trouble today.
Jack kicked a pebble into the street, which was quickly run over by an ancient Cadillac. It looked funny with the solar panels welded all over it, and the chasey didn't fit the engine quite right. A hole had been cut in the hood so the engine could fit. Jack thought to himself how he would never drive something that trashy.
Looking up, Jack saw an old billboard
Jack Frost The cold biting wind spreads Jack Frost's fingers over my window. The fire inside is desperately fighting to stop the cold at it's portal. Unwrapping myself from my blankets, walking waking, and warming. I start to the fuel, and with sudden gusto, I hastily feed the inferno. I feel it's searing warmth on my face, balanced by the cold nipping at my backside.
The wind now kicks up, it is pompous and does not like to be negated. It forcefully pushes on my window, and pulls away my warmth. Frantic to guard it, I begin to feed the fickle fire. But the cold, the cold is worse, vouchsafing only itself.
With a last effort, I enrage the flame, and it explodes forth, and the wind stops, beginning to creep back. But now I am burnt by my own hubris, the fire has become too hot, and has whisked it's burning soul too fast.
The fire slowly dies, and the wind is brought anew. It causes the
Jack In The Box: Ep 6 "What the fuck do you think you're doing son!? Dammit!" Jack watched as profanity and spittle exploded from his fathers mouth. Seconds before his father had barged into the room, catching his son running a password algorithm on a government database. Jack jumped and cut the program as fast as possible and turned around to face his father's beat red face which proceeded to scream hysterically at him.
"I'm taking your terminal away!"
Cold steel bit into Jack's heart, becoming hyper sensitive as adrenalin raced through his system.
"You can't do that!" Jack retaliated "It's my only chance of success. How am I supposed to get anywhere without a private computer?"
His father glared at him. "The only thing you'll succeed in, doing what you're doing now, is becoming the bitch of every slimebag in federal prison!"
Portal PoemsFour score and seven minutes ago
My cube was gone, I'm naught but woe
And in this box of me and sad
I know now, I'll never be GLaD
O mine box with perfect dimensions
Why hath deny my romantic intentions?
I'd like to cut free these hard wired tensions.
With gun in my hand
I do leaps and do jumps
Now throw up in air
From vertigo made lumps
These beans, these beans
These magically made fruit
I know not were they come from
But I eat, and I root.
I know not if the sea is boiling hot
Or if it is night or day
All I do now is sit on my porch
"Are you still there?"
I do not know anymore
Come now and gone by
Was my dear sweet Lenore
I guess now I shall bar the door
And stay here--
Quoth the Raven "Forevermore"
Welcome to the Aperture Science Enrichment Center
We take good things and make them better
But if you happen to break down and cry
On the floor you shall forever lie.
I have each portal
One orange, one blue
They can only be multiplied
hey newton, gravity's flawedi.
starting anew from the flutter
and the sputter of lungs.
a vacant sea filled with feathers
and tumultuous clatter,
ribs in a treacherous pattern
resembling exiting rungs.
i want to wrestle the angels,
your tendency is the ladder.
involved with full indiscretion,
trading lazy for lace.
unspool the curse of the long-
limbs in a languorous flexion
i like the stab of the ankles,
you need the curves intersected.
opting to cull my extents
with trans-dimensional vigor.
spent my dysphoric corrections
on reconnecting lax ends.
lips in a spurious accent
feign a passionate rigor.
i tie myself to the anchor,
you extricate and ascend.
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