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Keep Off the Lawn
15 years ago
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Good evening! I'm happy to be breathing!
I AM ALIVE :3
A most copious rain soaked the opiates. Notice how the phobias appropriately procreate...
He woke up with a ghost farm focused on his groceries. When they aren't telling stories, they are multiplying grossly on the lawn.
Let them loiter, but never let them spawn.
The apparitions have been drinking his water for too long,
so when they gather by the birdbath in the morning he will tell them, "I mean no disrespect, but you have all outstayed your welcome."
Interesting, in a sense... Interrupt commiserating phantoms on your picket fence. How quickly they will lift their heads and breathe an ultimatum like, "The dead don't argue."
"You're living by the bayonet, but how alive are you?"
"Shit, I'm all juice and bad etiquette, elbows on the table, lobster bibbing on the ready-set," he said.
"But how alive? "
"I don't know, homey, you decide."
"No, you decide."
"Fine... How alive? Too Alive."
"How alive?"
"Too alive."
"How alive?"
"Too alive."
And one by one around the yard, till each one felt communal pride like they had done their little part in cleaning up the public with a steaming plate of justice for their Easy Baker stomachs.
We, the legends who home with the unremembered geriatric lore in the clutch of the budding censor, who snuck around the art police and all related governments to infiltrate a human lung and hike over his tongue and lip...
Money's in the market for a mother ship to double as a vessel to drag it's legacy under it, and who am I to hang them out to dry by the heat when if rehydrating fails, we're all dumber because of me?
Zombies of the antiquated nation chatter quietly while the 'too alive' channel from the library of rivalry.
Summer's in the mud, and winter's by the tracks. No story goes untold.
Aes is back!
...
You look like you've seen a ghost D:
I AM ALIVE :3
A most copious rain soaked the opiates. Notice how the phobias appropriately procreate...
He woke up with a ghost farm focused on his groceries. When they aren't telling stories, they are multiplying grossly on the lawn.
Let them loiter, but never let them spawn.
The apparitions have been drinking his water for too long,
so when they gather by the birdbath in the morning he will tell them, "I mean no disrespect, but you have all outstayed your welcome."
Interesting, in a sense... Interrupt commiserating phantoms on your picket fence. How quickly they will lift their heads and breathe an ultimatum like, "The dead don't argue."
"You're living by the bayonet, but how alive are you?"
"Shit, I'm all juice and bad etiquette, elbows on the table, lobster bibbing on the ready-set," he said.
"But how alive? "
"I don't know, homey, you decide."
"No, you decide."
"Fine... How alive? Too Alive."
"How alive?"
"Too alive."
"How alive?"
"Too alive."
And one by one around the yard, till each one felt communal pride like they had done their little part in cleaning up the public with a steaming plate of justice for their Easy Baker stomachs.
We, the legends who home with the unremembered geriatric lore in the clutch of the budding censor, who snuck around the art police and all related governments to infiltrate a human lung and hike over his tongue and lip...
Money's in the market for a mother ship to double as a vessel to drag it's legacy under it, and who am I to hang them out to dry by the heat when if rehydrating fails, we're all dumber because of me?
Zombies of the antiquated nation chatter quietly while the 'too alive' channel from the library of rivalry.
Summer's in the mud, and winter's by the tracks. No story goes untold.
Aes is back!
...
You look like you've seen a ghost D:
Ace_The_Fox
~acethefox
heh heh, awesome Buck! Love the rhyme scheme.
