when darkness comes
it spreads
like beading rain
on burning heads
lit candles dripping wax and wane
no pain; such plain expressions reign
eyes empty
denial
we wished we weren't
here
those thoughts
dissolve
under
madness
wish (v2)
just to stop
to stop breathing
and living
this stress,
duress,
what exquisite death!
mine my heart from my body, shrine my shame with dress
neither deserves the other, one rotting, one blessed.
but is it the brain
or the body that's less?
arsenic, cyanide,
hemlock and strychnine,
thallium, ricin,
atropine, warfarin,
choices,
and then the end
my mouth is full of winsome lies -
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
The stiff fletching feels good between my young fingers
A taut string feeds power into my developing psyche
A true arrow quenches an old heart of the forest
The pat on the back reassures me
It’s celibate stalk of celebratory
flare,
exposed to hide the naked crevice
down the center,
silent and strong it stands to attention
ready to deliver.
But it bleeds pale;
liquefied internally, having nothing to offer.
Naught but its hard husk
provides slight nourishment.
Foul disappointment,
fooled by that dramatic display
a flowerful promise unfulfilled.
Not an inch of its fiber
satisfactory
to even the most celensitive of sensual perceptions.
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Standard:
Nothing Modern:
Cruel Control, UR Delver, RUG midrange, Akroma's Elfmorial EDH:
Animar, Chainer, Derevi the Stonehewer Mystic, Nekusar
What you're calling black pride
is just low self esteem
making every excuse
for not living the dream
So if you're keepin' it real
keep your daughter on the pill
'cause the boyz in da hood
are looking for thrills
That's the best you can do
when you steal from everyone
until your own son lies dead in a field
shot by your own gun
and the only ones who know how he got it
are you and the hall closet
where you kept it tucked in a black sock
but he found it and now he's in the ground
and now you can't hold him
poor boy just did what you showed him
and learned how to hustle
The streets only respect muscle
So he was boosting cars at sixteen
never knowin' he'd be the one getting lifted
truly sad too the young man was gifted
He was better than the rest
knew every little trick
he learned from the best
I hope that makes you sick
every morning when you wake up you prick
You got one chance to be a good father
you lost a son don't lose your daughter
spend everyday playing doctor
teach her to grow up proper
or you can take your shirt off
n' spin it round yo head like a helicopter
She'll end up passed out on a couch
next to a bottle of Crystale
with a needle in her arm
and her brains pouring out
knees bent to anyone who can pay the rent
or give her another fix
of the **** she spent her last dime on
Now it's time for a toe tag and a song
about a father who burries his daughter
and burries his son
and everything they might have become
held down by the ghetto, guns, knives, and pimps
What kind of life is that for your kids
Sit at the table with Martin Luther King
he'll tell you that ghetto is short for get out
and don't put all the gold you own in your mouth
don't wander around looking for help
the promised land is there for children
if only you would help yourself
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Thanks to Xenphire @ Inkfox for the amazing new sig
“Thus strangely are our souls constructed, and by slight ligaments
are we bound to prosperity and ruin.”
― Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
my mouth is full of lies
and eyes are full of death besides
the endless nothing eats our minds
and the blind look blank through blinds
why search for meaning?
save your time
daisies
meaning, meaning,
give me your answer-do:
crazy, bleeding,
all for the want of clues:
it won't be a stylish search,
and may end in a hearse,
but you'd be nice
upon the dais
civilization has made for you.
my mouth is full of winsome lies -
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
This must be what it feels like to be
a tombstone
i have sat here for ages motionless
recalling past regrets
just long enough to not remember
and the spectre looms over me
eroding what is left
my mouth is full of winsome lies -
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
I drink chocolate
silk almond milk
with tears held
back cause of course
it spilt.
but my guilt is mainly
aimed at the flavor,
chocolate on carpet
is never a favor
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I make words using things
like pen pencil computer
sometimes prolific
sometimes a neuter
Bodies are deteriorating, but souls are marching forward. Minds begin to wander... Relaspin' into a backslide no longer moving toward that certain eternal goal. Where will you be when the day comes? What will you be doing? If you're even slightly worried at what your response could be, or might be, or will be than you've lost. Sheeps in flocks of formidable followings take a gasp at the insanity! Growing up you're told be like the others, but I warn you that advice was not sound. Black sheep will take the spoils in the afterlife of those not hellbound. All men created equal, but not all will remain to be. Just because you started on track A with the others, doesn't mean you can't astray and end up on track C.
The houses burning down
And grounds painted with blood
Would most likely bring a frown
To anyone in the neighborhood
But with the sweeping silver hair
And implement of death
A cry goes through the air -
"Look out! It's Seph-"
The blade pierces the man
And he falls to the ground
The only thing you can do
Is watch Nibelheim burn down
And through the flames you see
The figure causing chaos
Striding towards Mt. Nibel, he
Ignores the cries of, "Save us!"
He casts a piercing glance
With cold eyes of ice
And a wicked smile, like a lance
Skewering the night
It chills you and
Freezes you on the spot
Even though the wicket flames
Are burning, searing hot
And so the figure vanished
Into the night
Not to be seen again
Until the Mako Reactor fight.
2011: Best Mafia Performance (Individual) - Best Newcomer
2012: Best (False?) Role Claim - Worst Town Performance (Group) - Best Mafia Performance (Group) - Best SK Performance - Best Overall Player
2013: Best Non-SK Neutral Performance
2014: Best Town Performance (Individual) - Best Town Performance (Group) - Most Interesting Role - Best Game - Best Overall Player
2015: Worst Mafia Performance (Group) - Best Read
2016: Best Town Performance (Group) - Best Town Player - Best Overall Player
The best years
are past.
only pain
and death
are left.
blah
like pen pencil computer
sometimes prolific
sometimes a neuter
I see the world bathing in light
On the surface
It sure looks nice
Keep up the pace
Don't look twice
Or you see a world corrupted and blight
Decks I play:
-Friedrich Nietzsche
by Amory McKeever (IcecreamMan80)
We're not friends anymore
I told my enslaved magic djinn
Do everything that I tell you
or I swear I'll put you back in
Give me everything I ask for
all the riches in the vault
Make sure my lovers smell like jasmine
and that my crown never falls
Promise my storehouse never famines
and my powers reach beyond the walls
Make my legend match my ego
and pictures of me line every hall
Never look beyond my evil grin
and don't ever question your master
Don't you see that me finding you
was an obvious disaster
Thanks to Xenphire @ Inkfox for the amazing new sig
“Thus strangely are our souls constructed, and by slight ligaments
are we bound to prosperity and ruin.”
― Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
special thanks to sentimentgx4 for the sig
Pourquoi?
when darkness comes
it spreads
like beading rain
on burning heads
lit candles dripping wax and wane
no pain; such plain expressions reign
eyes empty
denial
we wished we weren't
here
those thoughts
dissolve
under
madness
wish (v2)
just to stop
to stop breathing
and living
this stress,
duress,
what exquisite death!
mine my heart from my body, shrine my shame with dress
neither deserves the other, one rotting, one blessed.
but is it the brain
or the body that's less?
arsenic, cyanide,
hemlock and strychnine,
thallium, ricin,
atropine, warfarin,
choices,
and then the end
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
Reprint Opt for Modern!!
FREE DIG THOROUGH TIME!
PLAY MORE ROUGE DECKS!
Fixed that. Sorry for that.
special thanks to sentimentgx4 for the sig
Pourquoi?
A taut string feeds power into my developing psyche
A true arrow quenches an old heart of the forest
The pat on the back reassures me
It’s celibate stalk of celebratory
flare,
exposed to hide the naked crevice
down the center,
silent and strong it stands to attention
ready to deliver.
But it bleeds pale;
liquefied internally, having nothing to offer.
Naught but its hard husk
provides slight nourishment.
Foul disappointment,
fooled by that dramatic display
a flowerful promise unfulfilled.
Not an inch of its fiber
satisfactory
to even the most celensitive of sensual perceptions.
Nothing
Modern:
Cruel Control, UR Delver, RUG midrange, Akroma's Elfmorial
EDH:
Animar, Chainer, Derevi the Stonehewer Mystic, Nekusar
Amory mckeever (IcecreamMan80)
What you're calling black pride
is just low self esteem
making every excuse
for not living the dream
So if you're keepin' it real
keep your daughter on the pill
'cause the boyz in da hood
are looking for thrills
That's the best you can do
when you steal from everyone
until your own son lies dead in a field
shot by your own gun
and the only ones who know how he got it
are you and the hall closet
where you kept it tucked in a black sock
but he found it and now he's in the ground
and now you can't hold him
poor boy just did what you showed him
and learned how to hustle
The streets only respect muscle
So he was boosting cars at sixteen
never knowin' he'd be the one getting lifted
truly sad too the young man was gifted
He was better than the rest
knew every little trick
he learned from the best
I hope that makes you sick
every morning when you wake up you prick
You got one chance to be a good father
you lost a son don't lose your daughter
spend everyday playing doctor
teach her to grow up proper
or you can take your shirt off
n' spin it round yo head like a helicopter
She'll end up passed out on a couch
next to a bottle of Crystale
with a needle in her arm
and her brains pouring out
knees bent to anyone who can pay the rent
or give her another fix
of the **** she spent her last dime on
Now it's time for a toe tag and a song
about a father who burries his daughter
and burries his son
and everything they might have become
held down by the ghetto, guns, knives, and pimps
What kind of life is that for your kids
Sit at the table with Martin Luther King
he'll tell you that ghetto is short for get out
and don't put all the gold you own in your mouth
don't wander around looking for help
the promised land is there for children
if only you would help yourself
Thanks to Xenphire @ Inkfox for the amazing new sig
“Thus strangely are our souls constructed, and by slight ligaments
are we bound to prosperity and ruin.”
― Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
A resolute suit
unchained well past the decades of zoot.
Shark skin...the piracy of loot.
Owl eyes. Owl eyes.
Your face is close to mine.
Supple and fresh, unsuited but suitable, pressed against the smooth cartilage, a feeding frenzy five hours later.
He flew from Chattanooga. He wasn't trying to bite though.
I'm the great white with the hammerhead,
consider yourself dread.
special thanks to sentimentgx4 for the sig
Pourquoi?
From where you bit my lip,
A stinging break in my tide
With a twinkling glimmer of life
A monument to what ripped
The far side of my mind
From its dulcet listening post-
One ear upturned to the New Mexico sky-
Like Beethoven,
Listening to the dirge of the alien
Ship shrieking a death wail across
Gods ashtray-
So too do I adjust my dials
And tune my antennas
To pick up the faint
-blip-
-blip-
-blip-
Of your hastening heartbeat-
Like Van Gogh one ear is all yours,
Lusting solely for the staccato
Sighs and squeaks of your pleasure
The squall of your veins-
The steady drone of your pulse-
Lets me know I'm not alone.
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special thanks to sentimentgx4 for the sig
Pourquoi?
my mouth is full of lies
and eyes are full of death besides
the endless nothing eats our minds
and the blind look blank through blinds
why search for meaning?
save your time
meaning, meaning,
give me your answer-do:
crazy, bleeding,
all for the want of clues:
it won't be a stylish search,
and may end in a hearse,
but you'd be nice
upon the dais
civilization has made for you.
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
a tombstone
i have sat here for ages motionless
recalling past regrets
just long enough to not remember
and the spectre looms over me
eroding what is left
Puny world
Pamper me
I hate, but love want
Fear me all
Stay here
I hate, but love want
Angry, Lonely
... Forlorn
Puny world
Fear me all
My hate is all I have
Pamper me
Stay here
Your love is what I want
Decks I play:
-Friedrich Nietzsche
Title:
self/erode
self
we thought we were a(f)fixed
but we were other
half-sister, half-brother
pain to the quick
growth in all the painful ways
living daze
those feelings
erode
self
like madness
we thought we were fixed
and then we were
other
so many
and so
strange
erode
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
I drink chocolate
silk almond milk
with tears held
back cause of course
it spilt.
but my guilt is mainly
aimed at the flavor,
chocolate on carpet
is never a favor
like pen pencil computer
sometimes prolific
sometimes a neuter
Bodies are deteriorating, but souls are marching forward. Minds begin to wander... Relaspin' into a backslide no longer moving toward that certain eternal goal. Where will you be when the day comes? What will you be doing? If you're even slightly worried at what your response could be, or might be, or will be than you've lost. Sheeps in flocks of formidable followings take a gasp at the insanity! Growing up you're told be like the others, but I warn you that advice was not sound. Black sheep will take the spoils in the afterlife of those not hellbound. All men created equal, but not all will remain to be. Just because you started on track A with the others, doesn't mean you can't astray and end up on track C.
The houses burning down
And grounds painted with blood
Would most likely bring a frown
To anyone in the neighborhood
But with the sweeping silver hair
And implement of death
A cry goes through the air -
"Look out! It's Seph-"
The blade pierces the man
And he falls to the ground
The only thing you can do
Is watch Nibelheim burn down
And through the flames you see
The figure causing chaos
Striding towards Mt. Nibel, he
Ignores the cries of, "Save us!"
He casts a piercing glance
With cold eyes of ice
And a wicked smile, like a lance
Skewering the night
It chills you and
Freezes you on the spot
Even though the wicket flames
Are burning, searing hot
And so the figure vanished
Into the night
Not to be seen again
Until the Mako Reactor fight.
{мы, тьма}
2012: Best (False?) Role Claim - Worst Town Performance (Group) - Best Mafia Performance (Group) - Best SK Performance - Best Overall Player
2013: Best Non-SK Neutral Performance
2014: Best Town Performance (Individual) - Best Town Performance (Group) - Most Interesting Role - Best Game - Best Overall Player
2015: Worst Mafia Performance (Group) - Best Read
2016: Best Town Performance (Group) - Best Town Player - Best Overall Player
Floodwater- enthroned atop
Gilded, wreck'd shambles
Children of the Briar
Pluck thorny harps from their hearts
-a silly song/dance
To chiptune dirges
AMAZING GRACE HOW SWEET THE
///
"You're from jersey too?
"No ****? Which exit? Nine five?"
S O U N D T H A T S A V E D A
A waterfall
Washes down from ardent brass
WRETCH LIKE ME. i once
WAS LOST BUT NOW AM
FOUND///wanting! In the fierce eyes
Of an austere dream
JAWS OF YESTERYEAR/»...
and grace my fears reliev-ed
».../SNAP AT HEELS PHIL'STINE
a god so great but
light divine guides paths not mine
I settle for pines
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Whispers of the wind
Drops of fresh chilly water
The body shakes
Decks I play:
-Friedrich Nietzsche