You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
I had a bizarre dream that was a combination of Homestuck and the recurring "back in elementary school/middle school" dream.
I asked to be excused from class, then went to a vending machine because I wanted a candy bar. But all that was in my wallet was a $20 bill, a $100 bill, and two special $11 bills that the narrative prompt explained were made to commemorate the date 11/11/2011. I figured all three denominations were too big to put in the machine, but against my better judgment I fed it an $11 bill.
Predictably, the machine choked on the $11 bill, and refused to give it back no matter how much I pressed the "RETURN" button. I was frustrated as hell, naturally, but I noticed the machine had somehow registered the $11 bill as $0.33. I didn't know what to do, so without thinking I put in a couple quarters and bought the candy bar anyway.
I then went around the halls to try and find someone who could get my $11 back. I wandered into a middle-school hallway, where I wasn't supposed to be, and encountered Kankri Vantas, who began lecturing me for...I'm not sure? I ended up giving him the candy bar I'd inadvertently paid $11 for, despite being hesitant to part with it, because it was the only way to make him stop talking...or, as the text was rendered in the dream, to SILENCE HIS ETERNAL BLATHERING.
Goat, born and raised in the meringue fields of Shangri-La, imbued with the most powerful defensive enchantments known by the Seven Sages of Sam. It was trained in the heart of the Deep Mountains, by the Jeet Kune Do master Ecurb Eel.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
Your name is MAYBEL PIENES.
You and your brother reside in the HIVE OF MYSTERY, a collection of UNEXPLAINED CURIOSITIES assembled by your STANCESTOR. You of course know that all the curiosities contained in the Hive are phonies your Stancestor collected to scam the TOURISTS OF OREGONIA out of their boondollars, but you like to pretend it's real because you have an OVERACTIVE IMAGINATION and like to see the FUN in everything. You pride yourself on being SILLY, though sometimes this makes you worry about how others think of you.
Your trolltag is merryPiedmontian and *you have successfully bezazzled your speech*
But to taste an indefinite moment Past the ebb and trials of stars – past The subsiding – time you insist eternal. A city road is heeled through thickest trees As doubts worm through my waning faith’s Finest mantle. I did. I opened my eyes – I exposed my dreams to an evil eye. Desolate now the green Swell of breasts, scorched wilderness of fire. Look about you, this carnival crackles Tally your thought and the lone crow in the void. I wished to make stars once upon a time. Now it’ll be sweat again to give myself a name. For the sake of belief – belligerent scrub to grow Above snow, for consciousness – a seething snake. These gods are not but the shadows I cast All monsters mirror the self’s more obscure motion. This gibbering crowds our corridors I’ll comb trees to clothe the saints. What hand will steer us now, what shore? The spindrift boat turns alone in the dark.
You who dance, disrobe – circumscribe him. Madman, know – I eat fire.
my brother used to listen to a fair amount of Korn when he was 'middle school' age, sometimes i would borrow his cds and listen (though out of the stuff he owned i preferred linkin park :>), and i have no memory of what Jonathan Davis sounds like at all
didnt one member of korn get a tattoo of jesus on his hand to remind him not to masturbate
(*Shrug*)
ll i really know about Korn is that Johnathan Davis is a nutjob and their ex-drummer is a born again christian and they were, thinking back on it, one of a handful of tolerable bands that got airplay on my local hard rock/metal station.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
i'm in one of those moods again where i resent being a mortal being
it's not like they even offered a choice of whether or not i get to be human, they just fucking forced this shit on me
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I asked to be excused from class, then went to a vending machine because I wanted a candy bar. But all that was in my wallet was a $20 bill, a $100 bill, and two special $11 bills that the narrative prompt explained were made to commemorate the date 11/11/2011. I figured all three denominations were too big to put in the machine, but against my better judgment I fed it an $11 bill.
Predictably, the machine choked on the $11 bill, and refused to give it back no matter how much I pressed the "RETURN" button. I was frustrated as hell, naturally, but I noticed the machine had somehow registered the $11 bill as $0.33. I didn't know what to do, so without thinking I put in a couple quarters and bought the candy bar anyway.
I then went around the halls to try and find someone who could get my $11 back. I wandered into a middle-school hallway, where I wasn't supposed to be, and encountered Kankri Vantas, who began lecturing me for...I'm not sure? I ended up giving him the candy bar I'd inadvertently paid $11 for, despite being hesitant to part with it, because it was the only way to make him stop talking...or, as the text was rendered in the dream, to SILENCE HIS ETERNAL BLATHERING.
Rejoice
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B̤̺͍̰͕̺̠̕u҉̖͙̝̮͕̲ͅm̟̼̦̠̹̙p͡s̹͖ ̻T́h̗̫͈̙̩r̮e̴̩̺̖̠̭̜ͅa̛̪̟͍̣͎͖̺d͉̦͠s͕̞͚̲͍ ̲̬̹̤Y̻̤̱o̭͠u̥͉̥̜͡ ̴̥̪D̳̲̳̤o̴͙̘͓̤̟̗͇n̰̗̞̼̳͙͖͢'҉͖t̳͓̣͍̗̰ ͉W̝̳͓̼͜a̗͉̳͖̘̮n͕ͅt͚̟͚ ̸̺T̜̖̖̺͎̱ͅo̭̪̰̼̥̜ ̼͍̟̝R̝̹̮̭ͅͅe̡̗͇a͍̘̤͉͘d̼̜ 
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I felt like a zombie, and not in a good way
Some of their best songs aren't on their Greatest Hits, though. It doesn't have Brighton Rock, Innuendo or Teo Torriate, for instance.
I don't know why I must work forever, probably because it is the curse of humanity
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B̤̺͍̰͕̺̠̕u҉̖͙̝̮͕̲ͅm̟̼̦̠̹̙p͡s̹͖ ̻T́h̗̫͈̙̩r̮e̴̩̺̖̠̭̜ͅa̛̪̟͍̣͎͖̺d͉̦͠s͕̞͚̲͍ ̲̬̹̤Y̻̤̱o̭͠u̥͉̥̜͡ ̴̥̪D̳̲̳̤o̴͙̘͓̤̟̗͇n̰̗̞̼̳͙͖͢'҉͖t̳͓̣͍̗̰ ͉W̝̳͓̼͜a̗͉̳͖̘̮n͕ͅt͚̟͚ ̸̺T̜̖̖̺͎̱ͅo̭̪̰̼̥̜ ̼͍̟̝R̝̹̮̭ͅͅe̡̗͇a͍̘̤͉͘d̼̜ 
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are the female gengar sprites on new games a different color?
hey The Poetry Library you are supposed to be discerning about what online poetry magazines you link to
http://www.ablemuse.com/
my eyes are vomiting
really i dont care if they seamus heaney tapdancing with sharon olds every issue im not reading a website that looks like that
But to taste an indefinite moment
Past the ebb and trials of stars – past
The subsiding – time you insist eternal.
A city road is heeled through thickest trees
As doubts worm through my waning faith’s
Finest mantle.
I did. I opened my eyes –
I exposed my dreams to an evil eye.
Desolate now the green
Swell of breasts, scorched wilderness of fire.
Look about you, this carnival crackles
Tally your thought and the lone crow in the void.
I wished to make stars once upon a time.
Now it’ll be sweat again to give myself a name.
For the sake of belief – belligerent scrub to grow
Above snow, for consciousness – a seething snake.
These gods are not but the shadows I cast
All monsters mirror the self’s more obscure motion.
This gibbering crowds our corridors
I’ll comb trees to clothe the saints.
What hand will steer us now, what shore?
The spindrift boat turns alone in the dark.
You who dance, disrobe – circumscribe him.
Madman, know – I eat fire.
– Abdul Rahman Rahi
my brother used to listen to a fair amount of Korn when he was 'middle school' age, sometimes i would borrow his cds and listen (though out of the stuff he owned i preferred linkin park :>), and i have no memory of what Jonathan Davis sounds like at all
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B̤̺͍̰͕̺̠̕u҉̖͙̝̮͕̲ͅm̟̼̦̠̹̙p͡s̹͖ ̻T́h̗̫͈̙̩r̮e̴̩̺̖̠̭̜ͅa̛̪̟͍̣͎͖̺d͉̦͠s͕̞͚̲͍ ̲̬̹̤Y̻̤̱o̭͠u̥͉̥̜͡ ̴̥̪D̳̲̳̤o̴͙̘͓̤̟̗͇n̰̗̞̼̳͙͖͢'҉͖t̳͓̣͍̗̰ ͉W̝̳͓̼͜a̗͉̳͖̘̮n͕ͅt͚̟͚ ̸̺T̜̖̖̺͎̱ͅo̭̪̰̼̥̜ ̼͍̟̝R̝̹̮̭ͅͅe̡̗͇a͍̘̤͉͘d̼̜ 
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I :heart: T+Mobile now.
*sniffle*
#gotobedcentralavenue