BABBLE

I feel hate pour
my pours ascending into the raze and baking beneath the radiance of flames.
I'm spinning,
Reeling
Static yet tripping
It's dizzying and I'm leaking
I think I'm sneaking into a
Transcendent
Imminent infrastructure of insanity
Burrowed beneath impertinent minuscule monopolies of mayhem as my cells combust and become a vacuum,
A void of lies
Inner bearings lost,
Eviscerated in flame
Cannot tame these final fleeting thoughts,
Testimonies of torrential downpour
Tenacious tendencies towards tedious disfigurement upon an outlandish embankment of prolapsed personification and derived dereliction after encounters with ravenous vultures and aborted viscerals.  
I'm careening,
Screaming and fleeing into a state of altered coalition with the shades that writhe abiding my mind biding my time until climax is achieved and I regurgitate some semblance of withered rotten innards into the treacherous nether.
Blockades clouding the same capillaries of aggression as pain initiates turbulent transgressions
Of oppression and festering digestion whereas the lesser of these being a simple stampede of ease as cold sweeps clean the flaming blaze and undulating seas devoid of seasoned reason swallow this wayward babbler of archaic pattern and rhythm but I am not a swimmer and after burning I am drowning so now I'm floundering in abounding waters of
Manipulated matter.
Sinking
I am seeking an end I need to pretend that this is over but my mother always said never take candy from strangers so I'm fevered without a conclusion to the precarious delusion in which I am found drowning.

To hate is to care.

Rancid fiends and reptiles reign over humanity
Policies of cowardice and utter shit
Bend to conform to the morals of the weak
Total destruction of any pragmatic dissent
The legal systems are in tatters
Murder for fame be faced with weakness of the court
Killing sprees rewarded with eternal fame
Without a fucking consequence
Inflation has soared to impossible heights
Humans are sent to their deaths as tools of war
Children are left in the ignorance
Being taught precisely
Just smart enough to operate
The mechanisms of enslavement
To not notice their own demise
I condescend throughout humanity
My heart was once pure with only good intent
I have succumbed to nihilistic pessimism.
The human race I despise.
To hate is to care
Am I a walking contradiction?
The confusion and chaos enveloping me
Violating my sanity.
Whatever may be left
Is a utter storm of insecurities
Coming at me in waves
I stand here, alone.

Ah brother nice to see you here. I was hoping you would participate and I was not let down. Thank you. It is brilliant as always.

Thethree3 said:Ah brother nice to see you here. I was hoping you would participate and I was not let down. Thank you. It is brilliant as always.

An honour it is to submit an entry to your unique competition. The thanks goes out to you my friend.

Lack of class.

My candor is a
tad ruthless
but i

have no time
for small talk

disorderly deacons
weaken
the credibility
of literate

inconsiderate mommas boy
still nursing

to fill the void
of

prominence..

with a
pediatric dominance
that almost makes
abortion seem plausible

The lack of class
yet
faithful to communion

and
his
love
for
the
priest

of powerless
feasting

on the young
strung out
and far from satisfied

keeps picking at the portions
meant for the
ones starving

an alarming set of values
even I


can't grasp


A tasteless

baseless

faceless boy

running in circles
dying to be heard
well

recite this verse..


I am not an equal
nor am I worthy
and far from deserving..


mother may I
talk to strangers...

Nemo (Thethree3), Melek (NecrophiliacVegan) and Devilish...

Perhaps Nemo, we are "the three"? aha.

I like that. It sounds ominous ha ha.

What do you do when no ones around?

Lye on the kitchen floor and pretend I'm a crum.
Repeatingly press Inbox to see if magically someone will talk to me.
I put my headphones on and my life becomes an instant music video.
Try to move objects with my mind.
Practice the JennaMarbles face in the mirror.
Run up the stairs like a gorilla because it's easier that way.
Cyber stalking my hot second cousin twice removed because I can.
Answer the phone and talk to a salesman in a different accent.
Have long, deep conversations with myself to find the root of my frustration.
And have a starring contest with the mirror....ha I always win.
 
I told you my secrets, now what are yours......?

The truth of the matter is
I'm ruthless and mad as hell,
So what! Bury me. You damn sure cant kill me . Spill me, turn me inside out
Do you feel whats real when the demons spew.out?
I grew, to learn
this world's a turd , and as the world turns
Its more shit for the birds
Couldnt pull it from Bulls, hypocrites in the pulpit
Put the bulls out to stud,
After you castrated them
Now thats torture meanness pure blatant
Life is hell, now where the fuck is Satan?
With the keg of brew this partys getting started
Sinful and retarted
Gifted, but never lived to, see full potential
the example gouging frownig, popping downers
Fucking your friends mother
while high on uppers
SICK motherfucker elicit illicit illegitimate degenarate bastards
Virgin Mary had a son, the pops never showed up
Guess that makes her son a bastard
Heart beats faster
As annuciate shit you woulnt say on a normal day
But no day's a normal day all people do is fornicate
I dont give two shits, I only give one
And tomorrow i'll give one less
no hassle, I dont even give the residue stuck in the asshole
Im just ranting and raving
Drown the whole world in bleach
Turn you all caucasian
Fuck the world, cover it with my semen
Turn you all caucasian
Fuck this planet, im leavin going pluto
Fuck you! Dont claim my land as a planet
Your earth is polluted with humans and the axis is slanted

23 degrees, so it s already a perfect tilt
To lean in and suck my dick

i wonder why the sky is vast and blue
is it because i am too?
is it because this world is through?
is there something to do?
folding paper cranes
is hiding my pains
macbeth and his thanes
gives sky shames
shame burns hot
my heads a teapot
humainity starts to rot
who would've thought....
the sky is blue
something to chew
is why you
want my riddle-like clues?

I don't really know what to do,
How to react,
Who to sue,
Which one to kill,
Who I am,
And who are you,
I don't have time,
For words to be understood,
So let's play in the sea of letters,
The pen is the shark,
And the ink is the mermaid,
The rest is just insanity,
Dumped from a bucket,
So I randomly write to please,
With unknown ease,
When there's really nothing smart,
Runnning through my head...

Oh my Gawd
Pick a place and go to it
Excuse me and pardon me
Are phrases I'm tired of using
While walking through even the MIDDLE of the hallway
People like you are the reason
Why they're shortening our time between classes
Your locker is not a sex fest
Can you please stop mashing faces for a moment
So I can retrieve my chemistry book
From my locker underneath yours??
Whoa!
Yeah thanks for nearly knocking me down the stairs
To my death.  I really
Appreciated that.  Not.

Excuse me! Pardon me!
Yet you still don't move aside
So I push through and in return
Get nasty glares.
Well.  You know what?
You can suck the rigid cock of Satan,
Because I want to learn something today
In school.  
Isn't that why it's there, you little...
Okay I'm done
:D
I feel so much better now...

You asked me to ramble so here I go
I been working at the hospital again
Shits crazy
It feels odd walking the halls everyday
I was born there
My grandmother died there
I've seen so many faces that I don't even know if some are alive
Sometimes a bed will be empty then you walk by and there's a body laying there
Have to say that elevator is the worse
The staff elevator
You know the big tin box that all the patients travel in
Has a smell to it
Smells of death and life
Freaks me out but I still get up everyday and press up
Hit my floor and do what I have to do to help
It's not about money that I have to much of
It's about the minds of them lost souls
The fear in their eyes
The pleasure I get from putting a smile on their face

the sterling sitar
stirred the audience
to chamber pot echo

no more

until
the At Last Haberdashery firmly
stated
in its
bulletin
entitled
"code of ethics"
that cheat codes are no
longer excepted

unless

written in
pig latin

orm stay
the
ates gay

The

attle bay
Y cray
eard hey