FRIDAY THE 13TH! in October

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FRIDAY THE 13TH! in October

on October 13, 2017

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Its that time of year everyone! The time of DOOM!!!

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Stabilizer Formalism and Biscuits

McDoland's Biscuits invoke my creative potential It's only with a sick stomach That I can write great american poetry Eating Plastic Drinking Mud Water Full of AntiDepressants World Melts All things end Garlic Reeks I smell like onion I wish spicy pete knew how to greet my beet in sleet on Repeat I'm not sure if we live in one universe or if one universe lives inside us so i dont make a fuss on the buss I know everyone's in a rush and i should Hush The Internet of things really stings I dont know what to bring to Li Ming's I Dreamt last night about a rusty jeep Didn't say a peep to those peeps immediately leap in Deep Mareep is an electric sheep The apocalypse is Foretold by an eclipse It looks like an ellipse in Bold I let my blood to elmer Fudd He summoned a demon legion The antichrist is composed of mice Ate all the rice October Blood Runs Red Into the hole in my Head

The Pains of Creation (Elation)

Uninspired Unretired we have hired new wires to expire our ire Fire sacrifices rejoice with James Joyce Edward De Bois lives eternally in Boise Tall Buildings in Potato Town Turn My Frown Upside Down "Tear off my gown honey Turn me into a sexy bunny" Burn your buns on coffee grounds Let's all gather hounds Let's misuse our nouns Let's start a new town I became an acclaimed essayist Not knowing how to diss it Not going to miss it New lines are blue and kind Turn the tape on rewind My mouth is unkind Unbind your mind Verbs don't perturb me Adverbs disturb me articles are the particles of reality

Bligging

I am bad at the blagz. Creative blox are sadz Every genius is actually madz Every saddle needs a straddle Every Paddle needs some waddle Made up words make me blur Stirred up shit makes me constipated I found no nearer reality than my sour knee I found a honey bee in my fucking tree She really had to pee Left without a steed ate too much to have heed Word salad can't me mixed Work enshrined in my mind I got too much yang all up in my brain Too much yin lodged in my loins Not enough coins to make the piggy bank break The cat that broke the moneys back wasn't all the same as the rat that ate my aching back Periods give me a period. PMS sustains me Post Mechanized Sherman I made a mole of a mountain made a fountain of a frozen cloud My writers block just needed some new chicken stock. BOILED THAT SHIT HAAARRD. Now I compete with the BARD. Good at making my own LARD HAH now i am done mowing my YARD.

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