like hell you will, if
you get started ill start with
pantera posts...shit

theres a band called Death

Death metal haiku.
I think we should try it out.
By we I mean I.

Frog on lily pad.
Snake devours the fat frog.
Death is all I know.

huh huh, that was cool.
Yeah yeah, that fucking kicks ass.
Watch your mouth, Beavis!

You can't say that word
on MTV, you fuckhead.
Penis ball bearings.

the problem with my
time here is im too happy
to post death haiku

space time is Bent its
too broken to fixall the
crap youd want to fix

damn it, every
time i post one measley ku
theres that fucking loaf

of outbursts,,,some of
those monkeys throw shit, others
poems...winks, having fun?

summer

It would be so cool
if they had porn recaptcha
photos to select.

Choose the big titties.
Click on the nipple piercings.
Select the butt sex.

You must learn to feel
good about being evil.
Presidential grin.

I hate selecting
store fronts, roads, cars, buses, and
street signs fuck fuck fuck.

What is the mass of
all live mosquitoes on Earth?
Asking for a friend.

Existence is a
double-blind experiment.
But who's watching God?

If space time is curved,
why can't I kill my old self
before it's too late?

what is a depressed
android going to do when
he is asked for tea?

summer

Really analytic and helpful.
http://www.buyprosolutiongel.com/

write a book and
get back to me when i have the
time to keep up here

How many of my
farts will equal the Big Bang?
Forty Two, of course.

What did the butler
and maid call the psychopath?
Master Norman Bates.

The fragments of mind
unite in ways they shouldn't
when on LSD.

Taste the rainbow balls.
Perspiration snow cone juice.
Hear colors of jazz.

my schtick is bad bad
impersonations, yours is
metaphysics art

Dancing through my mind
I'm conscious and unconscious
Starlight meanders

Why do breast implants
detonate upon impact
like a bagel head?

Behold the living
One from first Adam to last
And the son as well

שלום עליכם
כן המשיח חי
ראיתי אותו

To enjoy the moment I'd have to do drugs and go whoring and when you're enslaved (married) with monsters (children), that sort of thing is just not considered cool... unless you're President. Then it's okay.

I'd like all Christians
to travel back through time and
meet Jesus alive.

Of course you'd need one of those Babblefish electronic translators made for Aramaic and they would see you with it and probably stone you to death for witchcraft, but oh well. Or they could learn Aramaic before they go through the time portal, but like that's going to really happen! Better odds of actually inventing a time machine.

My 2nd wish would be to bring dinosaurs back from the past to the present. None of that DNA crap and YourAssSick Park Movies. Actual dinos. That would be cool. McRaptor Legs w/ BBQ sauce!

someone celebrates
the end times maybe they should
enjoy the moment

if i see more cell
phone zombies, if we pull the
plug on all of it

watch the fun begin

the excuse of those
who do not take up the Cross
is that they are gods

glued to their mobiles
the hordes of i-zombies
eating their own brains

not much fandango
nor tequila or tango
i'm showing my age

Listen to the wind,
the molecules whispering,
"Go kill John Candy."

He's already dead!
Stupid fucking molecules.
Besides, I like mogs.

You can't fall apart
if already in pieces.
The atoms don't split.

Marriage slavery.
I'm just a money machine
and walking dildo.

Why are my turds blue?!
Have I been sucking Smurf dicks??
Oh, wait... yeah, I did.

The air talks to me.
Each and every single
molecule of it.

I'm not surprised that
you think shopping malls are a
paradise. And so...

Jesus wept.

Do you follow Him?
Or perhaps it's the TV.
Or does it matter?

The Book is a lie.
Look past the bullshit of man.
Listen to the air.

he sees hell, i see
paradise, falling apart
he talks to the air

summer

We'll feed the childen...
To the large crocodiles.
For making handbags.

Rich woman luggage.
Emotional baggage claim.
The latch will soon burst.

The children and crocs
are laughing from the fiery
deep furnace of hell.

She bought the stairway.
The one going to heaven.
Now escalator.

Large mall salvation.
Let's count all the luggage stores.
Play area closed.

Now it's a fountain.
Filled with large crocodiles.
To feed children to.

Bright Botox grin.
Enormous inflated lips.
Caked on face powder.

There is no joy like
discounted liposuction
to middle-aged whores.

I AM a robot.

Feed your children nothing but hotdogs, fries, and frozen pizza. See how fat you cab make them. Blame Facebook and Minecrap.

or we could just say
ignore you, wait for cali
to get middle class

again, say Trump at
oportune times to trigger
angry socialists

Imagine an advanced civilization recovering from wars and pollution, on the verge of mending its evil ways and come back from the brink of utter destruction, only to be wiped out by a virus. There is one sole survivor who developed a cure, but too late to save the species. He keeps samples of the virus alive, he programs AI robots to care for the virus after he is gone. The instructions are simple. Don't let them die, but occasionally shock the system with some devastating blow so that many of them are killed. The survivors will have better traits and thus selective mutation will occur. This continues for countless millions of years until the virus becomes sentient and forms and advanced civilization, only to be destroyed by the invisible robot overlords, now hiding on a distant planet. The virus has become the human race. STDs, flu, etc. were put here by the robots. We deserve our torture.

Coke-a-Cola baking soda catheter.

Patient complains of
Aches and chills, Dr. DF
Prescribes the Bird Flu

You are invited
To take all your own advice
Immediately

Life's not worth living.
Work your ass off all day long.
You're left with nothing.

Kill yourself today.
Make room for some other fool
to be unhappy.

The world is dying.
Your existence makes it worse.
You'd make good bear food.

Take some LSD.
Get eaten by a lion.
It is for the best.

I love when Maury
says "You are NOT the father."
Lucky SOBs.

i am not a ro....
bot...i...am not....a.....ro...bot...
i am not a....Boom!

I was ripping off
W. C. Fields. Duh!
Happy Bastards Day!

stephen king kong would
write a book about a giant
what climbing, what?

if the beat goes on
then what, kerouac meets king
kong in bangor, maine?

if i mention say
Jordan Peterson will the folks
from Ontario know

who i mean on this
channel, and will i get how
they feel about him?

maybe the art is
how seriously i take
it to the end times

i mean when do we
give up on someone and just
let them burn in hell?

i mean I'll go off
into "spiritual warfare..."
amusing...I don't

know...do you know how
seriously i take this
sort of thing to bear?

what does it really
accomplish in the end but
provokes me to post...

i can't tell if you're really posting
these feelings for real or not and if you have actually done these things which of course is naive
and i find disturbing