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arortiz73
MTP
Fire of Insight
United States 4awards
Joined 24th Sep 2013
Forum Posts: 298

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The box that laid in the grotto
had seen the epoch of anthrop.

(Next player...)

shut tight
decades of misuse  burning hair
stench
nostrils flared

(Next player...)

The rage of the craft floated hotly,
the steam choked her veins.
The box was endless rotting

(Next player...)

Pinning lids to her brow
She festered
Her frozen tongue
Down your throat
Pulling words you dare not speak

(Next player...)

So silently in licorice thought
resistence weak, I tore out a nail.
The lungs in the grotto
screaming to exhale.

(Next player...)

Passive Ken.  husshh
One with flesh and thorns
Blackberry bramble sprouts from  ankles that sink
Drown me in wet asphalt
I am my  own midnight assassin

(Next player...)

("Yes") I agreed in my mind
silently being her arms.
I pushed her down inside myself
and found the licorice was eating my name.

(Next player...)
(ANYBODY WHO IS WATCHING THAT WANTS TO JUMP IN JUST GIVE A SHOUT IN THE COMMENTS AND YOU'LL BE UP AFTER THE NEXT FOLLOWING TURN)



Dragging myself through sleet
slumped over slimey logs my aching groin cries out
She manifests...
Again


A snake's slither
"Come Hither,
do not wither."

(Next...)

Wilted ALL flora in the glot
eating my calcified knot
The corpse became three of a dozen beings
and burrowed tunnels to quench empty spots

(Next...)

and the Deathsman watched from afar with curious eyes
all thirteen fingers clutched on the scythe
a bet had been made between him and the groundskeeper
would the serpent be quick in his steeping in liquor?
of the target: the decayed damsel
locked out of house and home
for her heart was made a match to the death
and the Deathsman wanted her for his throne

(Next...)

But the corpse would only wager the souls of poets past
Taken out of the box she knew these souls would recast.
Time is a cruel bitch, and witchhazel treeboxes plot
Not against the soul to enter
but the exquisite thing begot!

(Next...)

A perverted dance hand in hand
in psychotic circles, upon flesh,
a brand.
This corpse casts spells
on girls falling in wells!

{n e x t}

Which leads all the twelve... minus;
at the end of a city's waterfall,
I looked up and saw three other conscious selves
contorted in puss dripping mash.
I didn't know what was happening.
But I was freaked, it was moving so fast!

(Next...)


conscious convulsions
with and without,
in and out,
in dreamy creamy bliss
As the Deathsman looks on,
upon the rot he gets hot.

(Next...)


And the lines of the outlines of the shadows and the night
Started to shift
Started to falter and spill negative light
Her hand a wand and a bone all in one
And speaking from fungal rot
Words pages and clones
Tunnels through the air-molecules
Filled with her curse
And cast against the serpent
Back! Devilish slither-snake back!

(Next...)


Gun turrets of a medusa's head whipped around or vulcan eyes
the ephemerous photon flash sputtered milk
like scalding tar which made every anxious
time to rape the ceiling it seems,
but why are these snake beasts shedding their scales???

(Next...)

the ceiling is broken and God is not there
a snake bitch can perish, reflective surface
a sword of velvet steel
to push the curtains aside,
snake milk genocide
You better stay in cider.

(Next...)

Really in introspect it's all quite wacky
I, a dead princess of a dead kingdom without my lackeys
Resting peacefully in my tomb
And sometimes descendants would drop roses at my grave
And now, 300 years on
A useless tubular reptile comes along to greet me?
On this cold night that I decided to rise
To exact vengeance on the lover who left me
Who exactly decided to mail me Medusa's fired servant?

(Next...)

Everyone! The corpse is aware!
Now is the time. The cluttered skies now bubblegum rampart.
Make haste All Murder Hornet Poets of the Dead Society,
To the mountain top. Sludgespeed.
Inject her with ecstasy and placate her worries.
A new box is waiting for transport.
But first we must all feed her seed.
The pedestal shines and the ivory has needs.

(Next...)


the box glistens,
a mountain of melted snow
glacier wind blow.
stuffed like a twinky,
needs more than she thinky,
she goes with the flow
because she's a ho ho!

(Next...)

We all gave the order,
Mac & cheese at the border will not be acceptable.
To move the queen, we must be somewhat mean
no mac and cheese is too kind!
Make her move, give her a hoove,
And stuff Silvia Goat Cheese up her pooon
with doubloons.

(Next...)

Be mean, be mean!
kid cuisine
brownie
glean from my spring!
Red woods and growth rings,
here cums another joke,
Ding Dong, stroke!
walking a taut tightrope,
don't drop the soap.....

(Next...)

Yes, I agree.
And as this my cow,
I shall go to suck well
my own dick-dick now.
Please, goodly sir Zombyx,
just a lick or beat of brow?
and from your spare thumb
cum quick to my AIDZ and
sick in me bum-bum meow?? <3

(Next, please...)


poet Anonymous

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arortiz73
MTP
Fire of Insight
United States 4awards
Joined 24th Sep 2013
Forum Posts: 298

(UNTITLED EXQUISITE CORPSE) Begin



The box that laid in the grotto
had seen the epoch of anthrop.

(Next player...)

shut tight
decades of misuse  burning hair
stench
nostrils flared

(Next player...)

The rage of the craft floated hotly,
the steam choked her veins.
The box was endless rotting

(Next player...)

Pinning lids to her brow
She festered
Her frozen tongue
Down your throat
Pulling words you dare not speak

(Next player...)

So silently in licorice thought
resistence weak, I tore out a nail.
The lungs in the grotto
screaming to exhale.

(Next player...)

Passive Ken.  husshh
One with flesh and thorns
Blackberry bramble sprouts from  ankles that sink
Drown me in wet asphalt
I am my  own midnight assassin

(Next player...)

("Yes") I agreed in my mind
silently being her arms.
I pushed her down inside myself
and found the licorice was eating my name.

(Next player...)
(ANYBODY WHO IS WATCHING THAT WANTS TO JUMP IN JUST GIVE A SHOUT IN THE COMMENTS AND YOU'LL BE UP AFTER THE NEXT FOLLOWING TURN)



Dragging myself through sleet
slumped over slimey logs my aching groin cries out
She manifests...
Again


A snake's slither
"Come Hither,
do not wither."

(Next...)

Wilted ALL flora in the glot
eating my calcified knot
The corpse became three of a dozen beings
and burrowed tunnels to quench empty spots

(Next...)

and the Deathsman watched from afar with curious eyes
all thirteen fingers clutched on the scythe
a bet had been made between him and the groundskeeper
would the serpent be quick in his steeping in liquor?
of the target: the decayed damsel
locked out of house and home
for her heart was made a match to the death
and the Deathsman wanted her for his throne

(Next...)

But the corpse would only wager the souls of poets past
Taken out of the box she knew these souls would recast.
Time is a cruel bitch, and witchhazel treeboxes plot
Not against the soul to enter
but the exquisite thing begot!

(Next...)

A perverted dance hand in hand
in psychotic circles, upon flesh,
a brand.
This corpse casts spells
on girls falling in wells!

{n e x t}

Which leads all the twelve... minus;
at the end of a city's waterfall,
I looked up and saw three other conscious selves
contorted in puss dripping mash.
I didn't know what was happening.
But I was freaked, it was moving so fast!

(Next...)


conscious convulsions
with and without,
in and out,
in dreamy creamy bliss
As the Deathsman looks on,
upon the rot he gets hot.

(Next...)


And the lines of the outlines of the shadows and the night
Started to shift
Started to falter and spill negative light
Her hand a wand and a bone all in one
And speaking from fungal rot
Words pages and clones
Tunnels through the air-molecules
Filled with her curse
And cast against the serpent
Back! Devilish slither-snake back!

(Next...)


Gun turrets of a medusa's head whipped around or vulcan eyes
the ephemerous photon flash sputtered milk
like scalding tar which made every anxious
time to rape the ceiling it seems,
but why are these snake beasts shedding their scales???

(Next...)

the ceiling is broken and God is not there
a snake bitch can perish, reflective surface
a sword of velvet steel
to push the curtains aside,
snake milk genocide
You better stay in cider.

(Next...)

Really in introspect it's all quite wacky
I, a dead princess of a dead kingdom without my lackeys
Resting peacefully in my tomb
And sometimes descendants would drop roses at my grave
And now, 300 years on
A useless tubular reptile comes along to greet me?
On this cold night that I decided to rise
To exact vengeance on the lover who left me
Who exactly decided to mail me Medusa's fired servant?

(Next...)

Everyone! The corpse is aware!
Now is the time. The cluttered skies now bubblegum rampart.
Make haste All Murder Hornet Poets of the Dead Society,
To the mountain top. Sludgespeed.
Inject her with ecstasy and placate her worries.
A new box is waiting for transport.
But first we must all feed her seed.
The pedestal shines and the ivory has needs.

(Next...)


the box glistens,
a mountain of melted snow
glacier wind blow.
stuffed like a twinky,
needs more than she thinky,
she goes with the flow
because she's a ho ho!

(Next...)

We all gave the order,
Mac & cheese at the border will not be acceptable.
To move the queen, we must be somewhat mean
no mac and cheese is too kind!
Make her move, give her a hoove,
And stuff Silvia Goat Cheese up her pooon
with doubloons.

(Next...)

Be mean, be mean!
kid cuisine
brownie
glean from my spring!
Red woods and growth rings,
here cums another joke,
Ding Dong, stroke!
walking a taut tightrope,
don't drop the soap.....

(Next...)

Yes, I agree.
And as this my cow,
I shall go to suck well
my own dick-dick now.
Please, goodly sir Zombyx,
just a lick or beat of brow?
and from your spare thumb
cum quick to my AIDZ and
sick in me bum-bum meow?? <3

(Next, please...)




Very flexible Manson,
just how far can you go? (LIMBOOOO)
do you treat yourself to a nice Bordeaux?
amputation manipulation to make a big dildo?
are you lined up death row,
last meal a glory hole?
no one will cum to your aids meow!

The work of aunti-screwing
the head from the body-jar
then sticking my appendages
into the chasm of the quasar.
I tracktor my beam ensuing no harm,
and plop those nuts in my fucking clockface!
Graaawwwr!

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