The Reboot Ep. 2

*sigh* This was intended to be a daily update for the series, but unfortunately as soon as I post Episode 1, that's when the Cable Guy comes and installs Verizon Fios while at the same time disabling the internet. And it was off for a few days until my pops went ahead and did some configuration (which I'm sure I coulda did considering the major at my alma mater) that got the computer back on the web today. Story of my life. But it any case let's get back into it.

On the previous episode of "The Reboot", The virus made it's attack. Will it take over the mind of the speaker? Find out today, on "The Reboot."

Inkblots of Terrorism
By: Rob "The CivILLian" Walters

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Allow me to adjust my jibberish
So as to adapt this new found niggerish insidious symptom of ignorance...

...ignorance and...

...HATRED
Hate, Hate, Hate, Hate, Hate!!!

It seems everybody holds it
No one controls it or folds it
We're caught in origami poses
Crumbled by the crease and pressure
Of some worded conversation or
a lack of proper patience
With a jab in constellations
See the...
Dotted lines connect with the alloted time
You had, which was ample enough to take part in a crime
Then you get arrested
Get pardoned a line
Get pardoned a sentence
No periods, only commas publishing appearances.
Or perhaps ellipses epilepsy
Where you go insanely crazy during pauses and phazes, where partly written phrases
inspire you to go call your agent to get a brand new sheet of paper
'cause there's rips in your aggravation.

HO-kay!!! Let's dump it and start anew
With my valuable, reliable clean slate of fallibles
The volume booms
The value insues
Distorted installation of information...

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But there is hatred on this brand new sheet
In the form of chicken-scratch dabblings and scribbles on the little syntax errors.
No declaritive nor imperative sentence tenses.
All the words tenances is
visually finished with
Question-marks of cat killer curiosity
Blossoming?
Possibly
Tarnishing
Prodigies???

Is this an aut'mn anonymity from overseas?
Or just the overseer of my anonymous falling dreams?

It's incomprehensible
But is it improv expendable?
Am I a slip-off dependable
To my tip-off memorables
Just for a big applause from critics-who
Belittly you
A chip-off the o-riginal
So pitiful!!!

Pitiful
It's pitiful
Terrible hand drawings and carvings
Nothing but wasted paper on artistry,
The part that departs from me

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And we all seem to hold this molding that's molded
smothered in the smolder of ink and soot
suffocating our respiratory lung passages
'til we're coughing up it's awkward backwardness

Getting spewed on every single page
With the glaze of rage
That we didn't know we had encaved
Until we're enslaved on this last stage
Of past age
Immature vast rape on innocence's
"Glad phaze"

Black sheets of blank paper for journalism

News flash, every booklet is sold for tourism

Inkblots of terrorism!