A bi-partisan brain confusion,
staple unspoken agreements
to a functionless and floundering
aphrodisiac-fueled copulation,
in fervent aspirations of
a full on mindfuck.
But neither of them knew,
what the fuck was going on.
I think, I thought, therefore….
What the hell am I?
A suspicious soup stirred,
of primordial precognition,
an infernal insidious instinct,
wavering towards idiocy.
Primates with pretty faces,
hey, aren’t we all?
Let us continue in banality
to dance this good dance,
a six billion strong circle jerk,
a manic moshpit collision,
tangled without engaging,
thinking we all did it “My way”.
So the primates rattle their sticks,
until something better comes along.
A contest entry
- fuck you by sheltered.
900 points, ended November 26, 2008, 8 entries
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aphrodisiac-fueled copulation,
in fervent aspirations of
a full on mindfuck.
whoa
I think, I thought, therefore….
What the hell am I?
A suspicious soup stirred,
of primordial precognition,
an infernal insidious instinct,
wavering towards idiocy.
crazy words.
but creative.
and carefully place
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Thanks. It kinda does have a sortof off-kilter feel.
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this is totally divine and until something better comes along... is tops
so real man/woman ... love it
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Thank you very much. Glad you enjoyed it.
(sorry for the delay in reply)
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