I meant literally. Why I remember back when you grew those two thumbs!
I meant literally. Why I remember back when you grew those two thumbs!
All that's left of what we were is what we have become.
It's true
I was a creation of doctor moreau
I used to be a kangaroo
if the worlds gonna end then let's get it over with, i got shit to do
I trust you got the smell of the primordial ooze out?
All that's left of what we were is what we have become.
yep yep
who knew baking soda and fizzy water would remove the smell of primordial ooze!
of course I only found this out AFTER I bought the oozyclean off of a billy mays infomercial, stupid thing convinced me with testimonies from the ninja turtles, buncha media whoring reptiles
if the worlds gonna end then let's get it over with, i got shit to do
Pffft...reptiles.
They think they are sooo smart because they don't have to maintain a core body temperature.
All that's left of what we were is what we have become.
alright
I recorded the entire show I did with some friends of mine last night
Here are my performances
The last part of my performance wouldnt upload because it was too long and the video quality is poor because it was dark but the audio is good
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[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G_AqUt2GAzE"]YouTube - Show at southwest giftbasket Nate part 2[/ame]
[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pSqr3_QiyoI"]YouTube - Show at southwest giftbasket Nate part 3[/ame]
[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TXipzJZ5o2s"]YouTube - Show at southwest giftbasket Nate part 4[/ame]
if the worlds gonna end then let's get it over with, i got shit to do
Very cool!
I envy you having such a place to exercise your works!
All that's left of what we were is what we have become.
God, that's cool.
Big town's got its losers, small town's got its vices...
heres a narrarative poem that is 100% nonfiction
The last time I had a job
Was in late fall of 2008
I spent about 2 months washing dishes
At a dennys near a shopping district
From ten at night until six in the morning
I sprayed dishes
On my first all-nighter
I was shown
How to wash the dishes with the highpowered nozzle
By an old man who had worked there for years
And when the boss; a black man named Jim who had a hairlip
Left me and the old guy alone
The old guy said to me, “That nigger owns me haw haw haw I loves me some irony!”
The hours oozed by like melting tar or menthol cigarette smoke
As I went back and forth from the kitchen to the counters
Collecting bins full of half full coke glasses and pie crusts on plastic plates which looked like glass and took dropping to find out they weren’t
Spraying the remains of three AM eggs and sausages down the drain
My feet got light and I felt like I was floating on linoleum
I began to think that the whole world outside the restaurant had been
Swallowed by some terrible beast that smelled like fake maple syrup
And I was on the only fluorescent island left in the whole sea of submerged streetlights
Alone with a fourty something year old waitress who kept “accidentally” walking into me
And winking or licking her chapstick smeared lips as she apologized for knocking the dishes outta my hands
And wiped the spaghetti sauce from my slick black apron with a rag
I think her eventual goal was to get me into the air conditioned bathroom and have her way with me
Some people lose all their inhibitions as the night grows on them
For the record I never pursued her
The idea of kneeling between her celluloid riddled thighs in a locked stall with for-a-good-time phone number graffiti looking on approvingly made me want to puke
A homeless guy slept in the corner booth sometimes murmuring his November visions in clouds of bearded mouthwash
After mopping the floors with one of those universal yellow buckets
I walked home that first time deprived of sleep
Home at six in the morning
Still dark
Where my father and his girlfriend and her mother all were still sleeping
The asphalt felt like it was bending underneath my rubber souled shoes
The sky closer than it ever had been
The trees on the suburban lawns gleaming deep green
Going past the darkened home improvement store I heard yelling and a gunshot from some far off street
A few cars with their electric eyes leering hissed past me like metal snakes
That first night
The sleep deprivation felt so beautiful
Afterwards it killed my insides the way I’ve heard radiation can
One night
The kitchen was fumigated to remove grease from the stove
Guys dressed in rubber boots came in with hoses attached to a truck
And sprayed harsh smelling foam for three hours
So I sat outside
With the chainsmoking cook and the flirtatious waitress who wore a torn pink snow jacket
The other dishwasher
A recovering meth addict
Told me how when he was 15 he went to jail for stealing a fireengine and driving it all the way to Texas
I was impressed said so
I listened to bright eyes and portishead and michael jackson on my headphones and watched the moon
Glad I was being paid for doing nothing, that was a good evening
I continued working there
Hauling bins of dishes
For about a month and a half
The recovering meth addict kept asking to take my shifts and after a while
I didn’t mind at all
I began to dread the long walk or bicycle ride from the house to the parking lot
I thought of Orpheus going into the underworld
Only I had no Persephone to lust after
Only a twice monthly paycheck
And the feeling of my brain growing a soft mold
I couldn’t sleep during the day so every day became a series of failed naps
So by nine thirty when I was getting ready
Putting on my socks and black slacks
I was already exhausted, emptied and tired of living all my days with a total awareness of all those hours
We take the ability to skip them for granted
And I felt afraid
Of the whole night preparing to snatch me up like a grey clawed food services creature from the minimum wage lagoon
Scared like a child under the covers with a flashlight
And the boss kept scheduling me when I had school and had already told him I couldn’t work
He didn’t care but when I told him of the problem he would pretend to care and fix the problem
I quit a few days after Obama was elected president
The assistant manager
A hard faced woman the same age as me with a penchant for finding things not clean enough
Asked me if I even wanted to work there at all since I kept giving away my shifts
Like it was a privilege to scrape the stains of egg yolks down the sink with my fingernails
I told her that I didn’t much feel like working there anymore anyway and took off my apron
So I walked home to a good nights sleep feeling satisfied
When I got home the television was on
I found out that was the very night the economy went down the crapper
I have been unemployed for a year or more by the time you read this or hear this
I guess in a way
I’m kindof a trendsetter
if the worlds gonna end then let's get it over with, i got shit to do
I like this, poetic trend setter!
"The hours oozed by like melting tar or menthol cigarette smoke"
and
"A homeless guy slept in the corner booth sometimes murmuring his November visions in clouds of bearded mouthwash"
Great image.
I like you description of what such a shift does to a person.
"I couldn’t sleep during the day so every day became a series of failed naps"
"We take the ability to skip them for granted."
All that's left of what we were is what we have become.
ok
since I'm not going to have a video camera tommorow
I'm going to post the lyrics to my lovecraft based rap song which I'm gonna snarl out tommorow night at my regular open mic
as performed under my rapper name which is also my temporary halloween username
the background music I'm gonna use is a very loud section of stravinskys Firebird ballet
ahem
I’m MC unspeakable
My words are shriekable
My bones are creekable
I like fightin and bitin and cyclopian lightnin
Got a magic stone I found in a church that takes over my mind n takes me back in time
Sacrificing cats in ancient Egypt or watching that iceberg sink the titanic
Nothing funnier than morons in a panic gimme some popcorn lets decapitate dicaprio
On Halloween I might just go into a red foaming frenzy
Massacre an acre of teenyboppers dressed like Edward Cullen
Those kids wouldn’t know a real villain till he bites out their necks
What’do you expect?
The hunger inside me is a tide of fire electric wire demon for hire
I’ll fly outta the spire n sacrifice u to cthlulu in rlya
I’m from innsmouth come down to my home town n I’ll drag you into the lake yeah I got breath like a snake
Don’t struggle dagon the fish god just wants to cuddle
That crucifix won’t protect you from the horrors I’m gonna unleash into ur subconscious
That which is dead may eternal lie though through strange eons even death may die
So get ready to cry say goodbye
Got a pair of fangs I’m gonna sink into your veins
As soon you go to sleep I’m gonna rise from the deep n creep into ur bedroom with a mouthful of doom
Howard knew what I’m talking about and nobody listened to that priss
Wonder what he’d think of this shit
(chorus)
Yeah I got the sickness
Sing it with me
I got the sickness
Got the evil eye
I got the sickness
Get ready to die you better run cause here I come
I got the sickness
My lips are turnin blue comin after you
With my webbed fingers and a smell that lingers
I got the sickness
And soon you will too HA!
When I was a kid they put in me the insanitarium
Ironically like a fish in the aquarium cause I scared em
That was before I grew gills they pumped me fulla pills
They said I should be ashamed for what I did said I was sick n I said no shit
First thing I did when I busted out was impale that doctor on a tentacle and say that’s for cutting off my testicles!
So now I’m a full on demon speaking crossroad seeking evil squeaking hellion
In a few nights it’s Halloween the time of year when I get mean
So when the stars align n I’m feeling fine
I’m gonna drink your blood like salty wine and leave you lyin in the mud
Gotta taste for human flesh flash fried by monster eyes
This aint the fuckin monster mash so get that kiddy stuff outta your head
I like to bite n I like to smash your skull in with necronomicon incantations
And when your dead my homey Herbert west gonna reanimate your corpse for immoral purposes
Reanimator masturbator human hater blood skater gonna take over the earth like we did before
Sprung from the mouth of shub Nijurath the demon whore
(chorus)
Yeah I got the sickness
Sing it with me
Whose got the sickness
I got the sickness
Got the evil eye shining blue diamond
Get ready to die you better run cause here I come
I got the sickness
My lips are turnin blue, comin after you
With my webbed fingers and a smell that lingers
I got the sickness
And soon you will too HA!
I’m gonna live forever if that gives you a shiver just wait till I swallow your liver I always deliver I live in a river
When I get old I’ll just swap bodies with some young hottie
Leave them decrepit and looking like a toad
The alhazrad solution to never getting old never feeling cold
this souls been bought and sold so many times I gotta box fulla human skin written receipts saying how many
One look in my eye and you’ll be hypnotized when I say I want your body I don’t mean whats between your thighs
I’m a body snatcher human catcher itch scratcher
Traveling the nine spheres looking for new fears
I’ll drink down your tears and come back for more get ready to hit the floor
On Halloween night I’m gonna score
Bore a hole in your skull with my teeth suck out whats underneath your brain
That’s right your brain which after I drink still wont be half as insane as mine even if I make a smoothie outta your spine
My name is MC Unspeakable and I got poor people skills but that don’t matter I get a kick outta seeing people splatter in the gutter I eat em with butter close the shutters
(chorus)
Yeah I got the sickness
Sing it with me while ya bleed out feed out get yer need out the blood spits like a spout
I got the sickness
Got the evil eye
I got the sickness
Get ready to die you better run cause here I come
I got the sickness
My lips are turnin blue, when I’m comin after you I got nothing else
With my webbed fingers and a smell that lingers
I got the sickness
And soon you will too HA!
if the worlds gonna end then let's get it over with, i got shit to do
Will you give it a title?
Ask not what bears can do for you, but what you can do for bears. (razz)
When one is in agreement with bears one is always correct. (mae)
bears are back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i dunno
i guess the title would be: I got the sickness
if the worlds gonna end then let's get it over with, i got shit to do
Hi, I'll get to the lovecraft rap tomorrow hopefully, it's way too late for me now.
Just wanted to say I really liked the Denny's poem. Conjures some vivid images, I was just wondering if the floors in those places were the same the world over having done my own tour in one this side of the pond.
About an hour into the shift the heat from the dishwasher seems to perform some sort of science experiment with the grease and the sweat and the bitterness and all of a sudden it's like an ice rink instead of a floor?
yep yep it did thatOriginally Posted by smcicr
if the worlds gonna end then let's get it over with, i got shit to do
I rather liked his description of the lives of folks working that graveyard shift.
All that's left of what we were is what we have become.
Spiraling arm of a motorcycle myth
Achilles takes off his motorcycle helmet
And moonwalks his way through the nightly garden of a ghost town
Climbing the skyscraping beanstalk with a needle and thread in his sugarworm teeth
He goes to the giant’s grave just to lay a wreath
Gritting his fingers on the wall he states to Alice whose holding the shovel
“I like you and you like me, so let’s start working on a travesty, a tragedy
Give me your frostbitten glove, give me a gunshot signaled headstart, give me your copperwire head
and I’ll lick the stamp on your lavalamp heart ”
One of his crocodile headlights winks slyly
It’s easy to submerge your intentions in gasoline tears
The out of tune saxophone player trying to learn guitar since he pawned his lungs
Wanting you to put money in a velvet tophat
He knows
And Helen with her fragile collection of music boxes that all play tinny star spangled banners
She may be tossing them off the golden gate bridge to see if they sing when they smack the pacific
Balancing way up there in a night gown fluttering in the summerending jet-noise breeze
Spotlights flash like king size disco balls and all the crows and cows on conveyer belts yell not to jump
She knows
You have to stick a knife into the ketchup bottle to make it talk red
She knows
We recreate history in a spiral tapestry
Legends wind us
Truths find us
Lies bind us
With all the honesty of a blind painter plagiarizing the mona lisa
And without forethought for what’s in the gold hinged box he just bought
Humpty Dumpty’s stolen pickup truck skids into the guardrail, exhausted
Finally out of 40 proof 14 carrot fuel for the modern entrepreneur
He knows
Most of us turning the wheels underground in the song-mine
Don’t know anything except to come running when it’s feeding time
We have a suspicion spelled out in the tapping of our spoons
That this may be punishment for doubting that California is the new holy land
But if you listen closely past the gossiping of satellites
Within the horrified laughter of yesterday’s favorite martyr is a low dirge from a sallow whale
And a boat with peeling paint and no captain is preparing to sail
if the worlds gonna end then let's get it over with, i got shit to do
"She knows
You have to stick a knife into the ketchup bottle to make it talk red"
What a great image. It can mean so many things. Each reader makes her own interpretation; thus the poem becomes the reader's own. A gift from FWtL.
All that's left of what we were is what we have become.
ah if u liked that, then the updated version (much more cohesive) will blow your mind!
Spiraling arm of a motorcycle myth version 2.0
Achilles takes off his motorcycle helmet and his blonde hair spills out like unwatered grass
He pats the prairie dust from his leather jacket
And moonwalks his way across the nightly garden of a ghost town
Climbing the skyscraping beanstalk with a needle and thread in his sugarworm teeth
He kneels in a clover patch near the giant’s grave just to lay a wreath
Gritting his fingers on the wall he smirks to Alice who’s holding the shovel,
“I like you and you like me, so let’s start working on a travesty, a tragedy
Give me your frostbitten glove, give me a gunshot signaled headstart, give me your copperwire head
and I’ll lick the stamp on your lavalamp heart ”
It’s easy to submerge your intentions in gasoline tears
And Alice with her fragile collection of music boxes that all play tinny star spangled banners
She tossed them off the golden gate bridge to see if they sang when they smacked the pacific
Balancing way up there in a night gown fluttering in the summerending jet-noise breeze
Spotlights flashed like king size disco balls and all the crows and pigs on conveyer belts yelled not to leap
She snarls back now in a voice like silkworms
“You gave me a wound that would not heal, a sickness that time could not steal
But just take this blackened hot butterknife off my wrist and I’ll write my lesson in lesions on a pale chalkboard”
But she knows
You have to stick a knife into the ketchup bottle to make it talk red
She knows
We recreate history in a spiral tapestry
Legends wind us
Truths find us
Lies bind us
With all the honesty of a blind painter plagiarizing the mona lisa
And without forethought for what’s in the cold jar he just bought
The magic child known for pulling his golden spork from the highest mountains icy eye
Dies
A stolen pickup truck skids into the guardrail, exhausted
Rolls six times
Finally out of 40 proof 14 carrot fuel for the modern entrepreneur
He knows
Most of us turning the wheels underground in the song-mine
Don’t know anything except to come running when it’s feeding time
We have a meager suspicion spelled out in the tapping of spoons
That this may be punishment for doubting California’s status as the new holy land
But it’s blissful to ignore the reincarnated understanding in the calf’s brown eyes as we carve it into veal
The small cow even in the very moment of butchery
Has known more peace in the fields than you or I will ever find with our spears and shields
But if you listen closely past the gossiping of satellites
Deep within the blustering laughter of yesterday’s favorite martyr
Is a low dirge from a sallow whale
And a boat with peeling paint and no captain is preparing to sail
if the worlds gonna end then let's get it over with, i got shit to do
That blind painter is going to have legal troubles.
All that's left of what we were is what we have become.
From the ashes of my hemorrhaging desire
I will build a light house funeral pyre
From the bone in my sand blasted hands
I will build a lighthouse at the desert’s edge
From the steam engine on my lips
I spit forth a searchlight
And wait
For the tide to turn and spite the land
This has been a long and forgetful drought
I have sustained the promise of starlight
Feeding it one gunfighter brick at a time
And for each shoeshined promise there is a barefoot crime
Watching a fluorescent eye highlight them shadowy among the beached shotgun seashells and dry throated sailors
Then turn its alternating current judgment to last weeks freezedried tragedy
A receding meal of rabbit stew in a tarnished pot with floating chunks of fat like polar icecaps
The shorelines going bald and I trace the starting moment with my gloved hand
From the shaking of my rosehips
I will dream a lighthouse in the sand
Bereft of the fire of a hand heavy with want
My Neptune orbit spinning and my keys jangling like rattlesnake boot spurs
I wait out the slow crashing or marble spires
And far off in the pure blue garden
The dolphins laugh and enjoy the ride
Returning slowly while I try to build a lighthouse from my dried out tears
Salty brick by salty brick, each one collapsing into a pile of ash
Making a mound for my chimney skeleton mausoleum
The dolphins laugh
if the worlds gonna end then let's get it over with, i got shit to do
This is why I keep reading your shit, man.
"My Neptune orbit spinning and my keys jangling like rattlesnake boot spurs."
All that's left of what we were is what we have become.
oddly enough that was one of the few lines I wasnt 100% percent sure worked
if the worlds gonna end then let's get it over with, i got shit to do
Well, it painted a clear image in MY mind.oddly enough that was one of the few lines I wasnt 100% percent sure worked
All that's left of what we were is what we have become.
good to know, now I won't change it since i know it did somethingWell, it painted a clear image in MY mind.oddly enough that was one of the few lines I wasnt 100% percent sure worked
if the worlds gonna end then let's get it over with, i got shit to do
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