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Tuesday, June 15, 2010

The Reboot Ep. 6

Crazed Logic
By: Uriah "The CivILLian" Walters


This is a story of a protagonist and antagonist. Each with crazed logic. But you examine and determine who's logic is more sane.

Protagonist: "There's rigorous rigor mortis on the borderline
The girls I thought were sorta fine now scorch my eyes, with their enormous hydes you'd see on porno sites.
Plus they adorn the hype and they look for the shine of being the whore I liked.
Should I say whore or dike
or neither?
Let's take a breather. I'll make it sweeter in my flagrant teaser.
Or maybe risque and ask with patience either, if I can taste the beaver,
or be the adjacent receiver of her little shake squeezer.
They've made me an enslaved speaker."

Antagonist: "Uhoh, there he goes,
with his dilated pupils and his wide-ranged flaring nose,
developing a more scary approach.
Hoping to get someone's cherry broke
claiming he'd tear it in two,
speaking in derogative defaming dysphemisms in places where kids ride merry-go's.
Now the children swear it's cool to swear at fools.
They say it at charitable functions.
Just lunchin' with sweet potatoes and pumpkins and won't leave the table for nothing.
Look at him. His presence is menacing. Devastating.
He's negating positive objectives with his imaging.
Something livid in me is growing vividly when comprehending his incomprehensible sinful mentionings"

Hey you!
You over there!!!"

Protagonist: "Yes!"

Antagonist: "I have regards to shank you"

Protagonist: "Hmm!!!"

Antagonist: "You should get strangled, with your head disconnected from your spinal cable"

Protagonist: "Ouch!! Who are you?"

Antagonist: "It doesn't matter dude. Just know I'll end all your scattered grooves tatooed on your perverted unmannered school mind"

Protagonist: "Really!! why?"

Antagonist: "Why? I oughta"

Protagonist: "You oughta jump off of your high horse, and consider what'll happen if you maintain this course of action"

Antagonist: "How could you be so nonchalant about what you're saying?
Displaying a chauvinistic, nihilistic, twisted vision incentive persistence to this wicked living?
I don't understand
I don't understand"

Protagonist: "Chilly beings are eating chili bean burritos"

Antagonist: "???"

Protagonist: "Y'see,
Fervently my purpose'll be harmonious symphonies
Spoken from me, potently in motion with opening
And hoping these virgin locomotives have extra nodes
To place me juxtapose to a stepping stone
via catapult.
Just give me a quick jolt
Or a lightning bolt from the electric vault
That's strong enough to put a massive halt
Into my fradulent plastic hoax
Before I smash the thown
Of some wannabe Olympic Cheerleading Mistress.
A hopeful whom has wishes to get a "riches ticket"
Even if it means signing to a business
that places her into a group that rhymes with "witches"
which is quite livid
One little signature incision
Then life goes from priceless to a lifelong stipend"

Antagonist: "Well atleast she can go from eating crackers and biscuits
To muffins and Triskets"

Protagonist: "???"

Antagonist: "What is more disturbing is your unnerving wordings of treating girlies to pearl-links
attempting to swirl their thinking.
Crushing them while their blushing for you with your mushy mushy lovey dovey "lust for you" tools.
It's inhumane, insidious & evil
And what's worse is your insouciant, inhibitions!!!"

Protagonist: "No, it's my intelligence for telling them what they'll amount to by having their surroundings plundered til slumber.
But my hunger for supper, in the world of a lover, loves her, trusts her, but succumbs when she finds another.
Thus I mutter and utter and possibly stutter things from beneath me in a gutter to rupture her."

The Antagonist punches the Protagonist dead in the face. The Protagonist falls to the ground.

Antagonist: "Just as your ruptured sir"

Protagonist: "No, you're ruptured worse. Because I have enough in sudden spurts with an absurd lurk to put you and hers in a hearse.
All for my unearthed flirts."

The Antagonist walks off, whispering to himself.

Antagonist: "There's rigorous rigor mortis on the borderline..."

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