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Rare Breed
I am, without doubt, a rare breed My soul deviated when he shot his seed Twisted, depraved, and deranged I should've been
Jennifer KellyPublished 7 years ago in PoetsOur beloved, Johnny
We tried so hard to make you realize your greatness, but the desire for a bag of poison, that most certainly guaranteed
Linda BalboniPublished 7 years ago in PoetsSamurai Cop Review [Minor Spoilers]
Level of insanity from 1 to 10? This one goes to 11. When you think crazy B action movies, you think of the 80's and 90's, ninjas, big muscles, big guns, ditzy female characters, bad plot, and shoddy technical work. The 1991 film Samurai Cop captures every one of these aspects in spades; whether it's intentional or not is up for debate.
Paper StarshipPublished 7 years ago in GeeksNot Growing Up with Fireflies
Not growing up with fireflies I knew no wonder (NO wonder)(truly no wonder, like some Roman scarred by bloodlust wavingsome bread/circus-tendered hand at some poor soulcondemned to die) which sounds dramatic–save for whenI hit one on a highway choked with tiger lilies,running through the town of Van Leer, Tennessee.I stared, dumbfounded, at the incandescent splatter(like some Roman, with one bourgeois ear to Pauland his Good News that even if you lacked religionyou had nature from the start to prove to you that God existed) and the wipers spread it thin–it faded as the skypaled bloodless into dawn, and I was struck (was STRUCK)(truly was struck, as though some parable had resonatedthrough my thick and Gentile mind) with its climactic disappearance,matching stroke for stroke the spangled cloudless blackwith neon lime, and then the aquamarine with a subtle sea-foam,and then the fading ochre-denim with a fading greenish-grey.Then, in light, of course, a spittle-seeming smear. I trustthe sunshine always to decry the mystery.It does not touch the memory that, clinging, now,invites me to hold forth (like some poor Romansinging candidly his praises to a deaf and dying god)(like some dead god, who, hearing him, must then exterminate humanityto make him see the error of his ways.)
Devon HeavenshirePublished 7 years ago in PoetsPerceptions of Truth
What’s evil? What is good? What’s right, and what’s wrong? Who decided? Who said it so? Did you? Did you say so?
Luke McNamaraPublished 7 years ago in PoetsIf I Was a Painter
If I was a painter I would paint my memory Illuminate the canvas Different hues of you and me I'd paint the sky above us
Top 10 Problems Every Gamer Has Faced
Gaming is supposed to be fun, a means to relax, a great way to meet new people, even a great outlet for your aggression, right? So why the hell do we have to deal with so much shit just to be able to play a goddamn game!
Kelly HawksPublished 7 years ago in GamersRiki Oh: The Story of Ricky
Alot of B martial arts/action movies suffer from a key flaw; taking themselves too seriously. Instead of embracing the fact that these movies are ridiculous, they try to add complex plot twists or deep character development which always comes off very hoaky and forced. Nobody is expecting an Oscar performance in a movie where you main character kills fifty people with his bare hands, and Riki Oh: The Story of Riki realizes that.
Paper StarshipPublished 7 years ago in Geeks