If I were to buy a house...

[Paulo]

for a mouse... Would a grouse turn to louse and north turn to south? Or would gyms become gems of lactatious hyms crying fire and brim for those without limbs? Quixotic is seems as meridians dream of undying lust and utter disgust for all who bear truth, to zebras in suit, pretending to horse while codings of morse, ring true to the stables of lithuim fables and maple hard gables, overlooking the sands of suburbian bland, repressing the light that used to shine bright, within the young woman with one in the oven and two in the pen, dreading her future while mercedes pulls in, acquiesed in full fabric labeled as tragic when people of kin refutiate sin and live lives of holy as if its not only, the one that they'll halve with god and dear country and rose colored glasses, drinking at masses, drinking time past us, rolling as fast as a unruly wheel, of zealotous zeal, mowing down lawns and moving the pawns of working class people, in orderly steeples, hoping for better and writing the letters, of unbridled hope that something will move them, something will sooth them, better removed them, from earthly reprise and moral disguise, above all the lies and hard-headed men that only see when, an action creates, a depleted state, of rust and confusion and boardroom confusion ripe with collusion of shortsight intrusion, the next word of infusion, the use of illusion, However it seems as one could imagine, that there's plenty of cliche to fill up a day, when a fellow imbibes in red bull and skyy, with humor as dry, as dirt mines in texas and unpainted lexus sitting on rims and tires so slim, waiting to read a road paved with greed, money well spent except for the rent, where ten people live and presidents give, their advice somewhat crass as motorcades pass wearing masks for the gas, to serve and protect from hate and neglect, as we ressurect the signs of direct to you savings no middlemen needed since we've all become treated like boats in the harbor of fugitives past, never to last the test of time blast, disco inferno of mega proportions, polluting the oceans as seals and otters bear witness to slaughter, of sons and of daughters, my lord have they caught her in webs of destruction and beds of seduction, reeling in wishes and ships come in fishes, its one thing quite vicious, this loop that I'm stuck in like mud and no dishes, wise men said its easy to read a book short of need but one must deep ponder as words often wander, what really is meant when dryers let loose of fabric and lint.

 

[Tupac_9_lives]

for a mouse... Would a grouse turn to louse and north turn to south? Or would gyms become gems of lactatious hyms crying fire and brim for those without limbs? Quixotic is seems as meridians dream of undying lust and utter disgust for all who bear truth, to zebras in suit, pretending to horse while codings of morse, ring true to the stables of lithuim fables and maple hard gables, overlooking the sands of suburbian bland, repressing the light that used to shine bright, within the young woman with one in the oven and two in the pen, dreading her future while mercedes pulls in, acquiesed in full fabric labeled as tragic when people of kin refutiate sin and live lives of holy as if its not only, the one that they'll halve with god and dear country and rose colored glasses, drinking at masses, drinking time past us, rolling as fast as a unruly wheel, of zealotous zeal, mowing down lawns and moving the pawns of working class people, in orderly steeples, hoping for better and writing the letters, of unbridled hope that something will move them, something will sooth them, better removed them, from earthly reprise and moral disguise, above all the lies and hard-headed men that only see when, an action creates, a depleted state, of rust and confusion and boardroom confusion ripe with collusion of shortsight intrusion, the next word of infusion, the use of illusion, However it seems as one could imagine, that there's plenty of cliche to fill up a day, when a fellow imbibes in red bull and skyy, with humor as dry, as dirt mines in texas and unpainted lexus sitting on rims and tires so slim, waiting to read a road paved with greed, money well spent except for the rent, where ten people live and presidents give, their advice somewhat crass as motorcades pass wearing masks for the gas, to serve and protect from hate and neglect, as we ressurect the signs of direct to you savings no middlemen needed since we've all become treated like boats in the harbor of fugitives past, never to last the test of time blast, disco inferno of mega proportions, polluting the oceans as seals and otters bear witness to slaughter, of sons and of daughters, my lord have they caught her in webs of destruction and beds of seduction, reeling in wishes and ships come in fishes, its one thing quite vicious, this loop that I'm stuck in like mud and no dishes, wise men said its easy to read a book short of need but one must deep ponder as words often wander, what really is meant when dryers let loose of fabric and lint.

what are you smoking son?










what ever it is, gimme some'a that shit nugga

 

[Tux]

Holy FUCK dude, you're drunker than I realized from talking to you lol. Kinda reminds me of Samuel Taylor Coleridge, he was a great poet too, and addicted to laudanum lol

 

[Growth&Courage]

what are you smoking son?










what ever it is, gimme some'a that shit nugga

LoL.

 

[JeSt3r]

Dammmnnnn nuggaaa.....pass that blunttt lol

 

[Paulo]

what are you smoking son?


what ever it is, gimme some'a that shit nugga

A smoke nor a toke is what I have done, a time for rewards has never been won, for smoking brings cancer and choreograph dancers with suits of near darkness and malicious likeness, walking about with sickels of nickel impaling the fickle with eloquent riddle

 

[Tux]

Come on bro, work some harder rhyme schemes. Ottava Rima... like spenserian stanza kinda. 8 lines, iambic pentameter, abababcc. First 6 set up the stanza, the last 2 lines are the point or the punchline of the joke. Come on, break out some heroic poetry a la The Iliad or something

 

[Tupac_9_lives]

A smoke nor a toke is what I have done, a time for rewards has never been won, for smoking brings cancer and choreograph dancers with suits of near darkness and malicious likeness, walking about with sickels of nickel impaling the fickle with eloquent riddle

nugga please, you smoking somthing, dont even try to play me.

 

[Paulo]

Come on bro, work some harder rhyme schemes. Ottava Rima... like spenserian stanza kinda. 8 lines, iambic pentameter, abababcc. First 6 set up the stanza, the last 2 lines are the point or the punchline of the joke. Come on, break out some heroic poetry a la The Iliad or something

I got your iambic pentameter
hanging from my nutsack perimeter




btw, "The Iliad" was authored by Homer, not Ottava Rima.

~The More You Know~

 

[jackangel]

if you were to sing
a song of the wind
and dance with a prance
of swing in your step
then most adept
of all would be
the demons in you,
the angels in me,
come rise to the fall
which tingles your balls
your loop de loop
with triple scoops
are in the air
and full of poop
you love my nonsense
and check the contents
of all my posts
written by one
who rocks the most

 

[Paulo]

I like it better when you carve rhymes in cheddar and abstain from the cheese cast between martha's knees, although I'm relieved to bask in the breeze of guilt ridden trees that sway as they bleed

 

[bran987]

paulo!

 

[wootoom]

are you ok bro?

 

[Paulo]

are you ok bro?

Ok I am not if a plane is a lot, of unfinanced madness and outwitted sadness, but it should come as news that blues have no use, and whilst lit as I am, I'm not in a jam, moreso in limbo of sucrose and gladness.

 

[wootoom]

cool bro.

 

[jackangel]

yellow in yellow out is what this thing is all about and who can say but after today will you glide the crest and ride the spray? side to side you freak of the week you make me sigh you make me speak and learn new words to teach the masses while i'm taking names and kicking some asses

 

[Paulo]

cool bro.

I'm glad its cleared up and you understand, while some watch the news and some'd rather Dan, I sit by my keyboard so small and so little, my numb labored fingers so hastily fiddle. Typing out words I barely see meaning, but someone somewhere is intentely gleaning, all the syntax and operative sin tax, from driving miss daisy through fields of bright maize.

 

[Paulo]

yellow in yellow out is what this thing is all about and who can say but after today will you glide the crest and ride the spray? side to side you freak of the week you make me sigh you make me speak and learn new words to teach the masses while i'm taking names and kicking some asses

I'm really not sure what your posts do intend, this thread is obtuse with no sense to lend, borrow or steal, the best we can do is lock up the veal, treat it like meat and greet all its friends.

 

[UA_Iron]

paulo's twists on the english language are very interesting indeed.

 

[Tupac_9_lives]

i didnt know red bull and sky was that good..... skrew the g

 

[wootoom]

what???

 

[Paulo]

paulo's twists on the english language are very interesting indeed.

My thoughts have more twists than the listless limp wrists contriving the gist debating rights to exist in courtrooms well lit while naysayers omit their tendencies of writ, habeas corpus aligned, lock and doorstep, with all who bear witness of tests wrought with litmus, cheering along with us though nobody's missed us, except for the marriage of high horse and carriage, whipped along streets made of cobble, streets lined with rubble, streets died from chalk by beady-eyed bobblers, but streets after dark are starkest of stark, as drunks and magicians rode signs of attrition, signs of nutrition so lost in labrynthine accost, as freedom sees frost under gold and bylaws

 

[biteme]

My thoughts have more twists than the listless limp wrists contriving the gist debating rights to exist in courtrooms well lit while naysayers omit their tendencies of writ, habeas corpus aligned, lock and doorstep, with all who bear witness of tests wrought with litmus, cheering along with us though nobody's missed us, except for the marriage of high horse and carriage, whipped along streets made of cobble, streets lined with rubble, streets died from chalk by beady-eyed bobblers, but streets after dark are starkest of stark, as drunks and magicians rode signs of attrition, signs of nutrition so lost in labrynthine accost, as freedom sees frost under gold and bylaws

Yo! Paulo! You alright man?

 

[Paulo]

One more thing to say for I bin this, I've done business with ginmen, sold neon to tinmen and spent time in warm places with coldhearted women, last to see any win then, but all the same, when playing the game, of cowboys and indians, to die in vein of black golden hills, reliving the thrills that pendulums build from reticular chills, the ions do pass one less shadow they cast, denying the sun from spawing a son, to bear its last name on all those who came, before all the ore had someone to blame, before all the whores were someone to shame, before words before were one in the same, good day all the people in shiny white rooms and good night to the rest as rest will do soon

 

[biteme]

One more thing to say for I bin this, I've done business with ginmen, sold neon to tinmen and spent time in warm places with coldhearted women, last to see any win then, but all the same, when playing the game, of cowboys and indians, to die in vein of black golden hills, reliving the thrills that pendulums build from reticular chills, the ions do pass one less shadow they cast, denying the sun from spawing a son, to bear its last name on all those who came, before all the ore had someone to blame, before all the whores were someone to shame, before words before were one in the same, good day all the people in shiny white rooms and good night to the rest as rest will do soon

I'm sure that made sense in some way. This will not.

I slapped the cod, ah fuck it. I ain't no good at this.

 

[Tux]

Dude Paulo, I know who wrote The iliad dumbass! "Ottava Rima" isn't a poet, it's the name of a specific italian rhyme scheme traditionally used in heroic poetry. Like "spenserian stanza" lol. Don't insult my intellect or I'll have to kick your distilled-potato swilling ass

 

[Paulo]

Bring it on shortstuff.


btw, Who was Spenseria and where did he stanza? Is this your sly little way of poking fun at Italian dialect?

Or was he in Lima, maybe Iwo Jima?, devouring cheese and blithering rhyme, getting sicker and sicker on chairs made of wicker, living a lie with Ottava Rima?

 

[UA_Iron]

hairy flesh impinges from all directions, somnambulistic ramble around the room huddle in a corner,giant pink fleshly worm wolf's head round the door, dark petalled sensitive plants scuttle over carpets, black statuettes animate square heads firestokers, skewer me in flame, paradise lost dore aient no rowboat, nightgaunt nightgaunt, hellish barb bifid, nightgaunt nightgaunt,impossible bat wings, nightgaunt nightgaunt, they took my father today 1697, nightgaunt nightgaunt, but science foils our phobias, nightgaunt nightgaunt, noiseles faceless for faces frighten neighbours, nightgaunt nightgaunt,bloated somnambulitic shoggoths plash, nightgaunt nightgaunt, hpl paraphrased ad nauseum, nightgaunt nightgaunt, obscene clutch indigestion? gripe? cancer! nightgaunt nightgaunt, recurrent nightnare of death, nightgaunts nightgaunts, epistolarian oneupmanship/soliloquy-lecture, hallo sonny! i suppose you know...

 

[Tupac_9_lives]

Bring it on shortstuff.

oh you dont want none of this here!
set a date and time, you take your red bull concoction and ill get g'd up. we'll go at this like men, none of this baby talk, ill put you in the pen. when your ready man, holla at ya boy, ill dang ol ready to play you like a toy. as for your bike, whatch the rainbows pass, but thats a diffrent story, but ill win that too, take home the glory. it couldnt be better, ill await here to eat you up like chedder.

peace out nugga!

 

[bran987]

oh you dont want none of this here!
set a date and time, you take your red bull concoction and ill get g'd up. we'll go at this like men, none of this baby talk, ill put you in the pen. when your ready man, holla at ya boy, ill dang ol ready to play you like a toy. as for your bike, whatch the rainbows pass, but thats a diffrent story, but ill win that too, take home the glory. it couldnt be better, ill await here to eat you up like chedder.

peace out nugga!

we should make a thread like paulo v. satchboogie!

this was fun to read