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  1. Punished Krak: A Man Denied His Memes

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    Even changed then name for ur seo rong

    Where I'll post my terrible wastes of time and effort.

    Warning lots of naughty words and nipples.

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    Old Writing Things:
    Generic Existantial Crisis

    Forgivness is a concept
    I give to everyone but myself
    Don't know if I'd concent
    I struggle with the self
    I don't know if I'm real
    Not in a nilhistic way
    More like, I'm a constant spiel
    that has gone astrary
    Rambling on and on
    Sentances collapsing in on each other
    all i want is to yawn
    but one yawn stretchs out into another
    words are what make me real
    i don't have anymore
    i don't really know how to feel
    i've become what i abhor

    Sonnet 9000

    The winds blow over the winding way
    The earth opens up swallowing towns
    The sea serves to refresh the fey
    The fire causes the drum’s pounds

    The withering tree is much like love
    As is the nature that flows all around
    Fire is passion, which sea is devoid of
    Sea is the calm, in which fire drowned

    Earth is stability, which wind lost
    Wind is the freedom, that earth craves
    Now all of these forces will exhaust
    To that feeling that will make us slaves

    This sonnet doesn’t make much sense
    So you can laugh at my expense

    conairnews@me.com

    Limerick

    I once saw a man in the park
    And though it was quite dark,
    It could been seen
    That he was quite obscene,
    In the department of clothes he was stark.

    A Poem About Words

    I used to think poetry was rather easy,
    words would normally just come to me.
    Now the words I do get just seem cheesy,
    and mostly the words are just some absentee,
    escaped from my mind, making me search for them,
    and I think you would agree,
    that sometimes words can condemn.

    This feeling of wordlessness,
    is both terrifying, and exhilarating.
    I've never had a problem finding words to address,
    how I was feeling, and it's liberating,
    to actually have to work to find words,
    and finding out there really are none.
    Words, I find, are like guards.
    They protect us from becoming undone,
    falling apart at the seems,
    by being judged by others,
    we use words to deflect the screams,
    of our feelings, or to attack anothers.

    Now that I have none,
    I don't feel that I need any.
    They used to be like bullets in a gun,
    for me, but now I don't understand the envy,
    people feel for those gifted with words,
    the strongest feelings can't be described with them.
    So now I have no guards.
    No words to condemn.

    The Best Poem of All Time

    The beat poem of all time.

    Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
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    Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
    Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
    Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
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    Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
    Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
    Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
    Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
    Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
    Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
    Shit, I'm a literary genius.

    A Poem of Hats

    The wanderer aimlessly wanders
    for something that can't be found
    For his life the he squanders
    in his search, he has drowned
    Looking for what can't be found.

    For it must be given freely.
    It is not randomly found
    but it is rather ideally
    given to you by someone
    not randomly, this is not chance
    It escapes the darkest dungeon
    It could put you in a trance
    For it shall not be bound.

    The constant purposelessness searching
    has broken the walls of his sanity
    Insanity now sits there perching
    feeding the wanderers inhumanity
    Fishes fly fishes fly
    But I don't even know why
    since fishes fly fishes fly
    why can't I try?
    The wanderers cries
    as he nibbles on his spoon
    wondering why he even tries
    remembering it was gone to soon
    The thing that he searches for
    had left him long ago
    in his heart it left a tore
    so he bit off his pinky toe.

    You think you know what it is
    that the wanderer seeks?
    You think you know what isn't his?
    Let me give you a couple treats
    of knowledge, for it isn't love
    no, not something as simple
    that was something he was rid of
    It's something as delicate as a thimble
    It is his sanity for that he looks
    Something that can't be found here
    nor can it be found in a brook
    The wanderer can easily be us my dear
    For our state of mind is fragile
    I'll shall tell you this
    With my words being most agile
    I hate fish.

    And my latest one:

    A Poem About Words Once Again

    I tried to be a charmer.

    But, I got a bullet to the head.

    You see, you pireced my armour.

    You fool, you don't even know how much I bled.

    Look into the hole.

    What will you see?

    The universe's soul?

    My everlasting plea?

    Words.

    Meaningless nonsense.

    Words.

    A broken concept.

    Words is all you'll perceive.

    For words is all that I am.

    In these words I find reprieve.

    I've said before, words condemn.

    I need them, yet them I disdain.

    Nature deems we spout this absurdity.

    The more I use them, the bigger the blain.

    We act like theres some sort of urgency.

    These strange, meaningfully inconsequential things called words.

    On the surface, all I am is them.

    These strange, wonderfully awful things, help me fly like the birds.

    And underneath it all? All I have is them.


    A Poem of Regret



    Dear you

    Now you're far away

    I guess I knew

    That it was a cliche

    I didn't know what to say

    It's kinda funny

    Me, Mister words pulled a bray

    Sometimes it's cold when it's sunny

    Things look good and warm

    When really, it's freezing

    It feels like it's the norm

    With me, all that teasing

    I had so many thoughts

    Words, expressions, emotions

    Instead of expressin', we took shots

    All of those notions

    Gone

    Fuck, I need something not to make me think

    Dawn

    Everything is gone now, and it all went in a blink

    I just want talk again

    I miss it

    My will has wane

    All I want is whit

    It feels just like yesterday

    Everything was well

    Now you're far away

    Now I'm going to hell.
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    A Poem of Insight

    Words, once again
    Spouting more bullshit
    No, it won't be a feign
    Though I will admit
    I got a lot less wit
    this time around
    So go ahead, slit
    my fucking expound

    Words are lies
    Words are truth
    They make us apprise
    It might be uncouth
    Is it a contradiction?
    Sayin' it's lies and truth?

    Motherfucker it's affliction
    Motherfucker it's addiction
    I'm going to make a predication
    here, that no one has conviction
    enough to go through crucifixion
    for they believe, it's dereliction
    What we need is an interdiction
    on words, it's all non-fiction
    now, we face such constriction
    on what we can say, restriction
    on what I want to be, infliction
    on my freedoms, fuck this breakdown
    I use profanity in my poems
    You going to do a shakedown
    I'm not gonna drink a jeroboam
    Context
    Is it really that important?
    Concept
    We're all omnipotent
    to what we mean
    and what we don't
    We're all part of the machine
    and we all sit on a throne

    Is this a poem or a rap
    the profanity may bring this into question
    Maybe you need to unwrap
    Or maybe you should just go and cession
    This is a rap and a poem
    and neither

    It's nothing.

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    Gone

    Context
    What is it?
    Subtext?
    An opinion to submit?
    That shit in your cortex
    That you decided to commit
    Yea, we where both complex
    Me, more than I'd like to admit
    We decided to annex
    I thought you where acquit

    Guess I fooled myself
    huh, guess I'm good at that
    She thought she knew herself
    huh, she thought she was a brat
    We become one, ourself
    Now we split, no more chat

    I messed up
    You fucked it
    Wish I could say sup
    It's shit
    We got a closeup
    of each other, unfit

    Like this flow
    Fucked up stanzas
    tried to kowtow
    Our extravaganzas
    It was a kayo

    Where'd you go
    I can't see
    I'm low
    Didn't agree
    Didn't you know
    Dead like, Curie
    Radiating below
    I couldn't forsee

    Now I'm gone.

    Everything

    Where am I
    Purgatory?
    A wise guy
    Allegory
    Wits gone
    Cliche
    Just a pawn
    Decay
    Emptiness, why
    Lifes my allergy
    So now hereby
    I am a galaxy
    When I yawn
    Universes dismay
    About the spawn
    of the bullet spray

    Part of everything
    Lies
    Vastly frustrating
    Baptiste
    Missing her
    Truth
    Sipping liqueur
    Sooth
    Can't be accepting
    More wise
    Wasn't really expecting
    Trying to rise
    Above it all
    Trying not to brawl
    with this thrall
    that I am, small
    not tall
    anymore, drawl
    like the bawl

    Can't be with someone
    When you're not one with yourself
    Especially when they're uncommon
    And your not sure about oneself
    Individuality
    Unity
    Don't have that mentality
    Feel like there's no opportunity
    Where am I
    All alone?
    Just some guy?
    Can't atone
    Am I nothing?
    Existential crisis
    Or am I just bluffing
    Wheres the basis
    For my thinking
    Perception is a lie
    Shrinking
    Trying to get us to defy

    Ourselves.

    Track 08

    People staring, they see me
    Saying wow golly gee time to plea
    the second amendment, they let this muthafucka free
    I was never imprisoned, though we may disagree
    like any emcee in my mind I was free
    yah don't need any degree to see that she
    broke me, broke thee, now she done like
    this verse tell 'em one two three

    The mind is a cage, it's got us all in a rage
    we don't get the sage who says we all gotta turn the page
    Before we can engage, retire and than assuage
    Upstage those motherfuckers who told yah to disengage

    Punch those fucking neighsayers in the throat
    Make them know that everything they wrote
    every note, every gloat was not as devote
    or afloat as they knew and it didn't smote
    as much as those cunts wish it did, it's mote

    Insignifficant, nothing, bullshit
    I never had wit, but i have slit the writ
    of a spirt who dwells in transit
    between us, it's unfit to stay, it's unfit
    to go, it wants to submit but you won't be able to make it fit
    So commit this to memory, permit me to admit that i emit
    An air of apathy.
    I've already had enough of me.

    stream of consciousness bull shit terrible garbage

    Enter, a smoked permeated room. The cigarette lights flicker like fireflies. Wait, no. Let me try that again. Enter, a smoke permeated room. The cigarettes burn like the headlights of a motorcycle on it's way into the depths of hell. Too religious? Fuck. I don't know why I bother with this, I say with two parts skepticism and one part self loathing. Which, interesting enough, is also the equation for alcoholism. Regardless, I take a drag from my inspiration, exhale and let the fumes surround me. Cover me. Expand me. I can't write sober. Ah, who am I kidding. I can't write at all. Cigarette lights flicker like fireflies. What the fuck was I thinking? Is this fucking some Southern hick tale where incest abounds whilst we tell tall tales of racism and general scumbaggery? No, this was supposed to be much more. A form of self-expression, a tale of morality, murder, revenge, and lung cancer. This self-mocking non-comedy jokes really do come out in spades when you can't create in your self-proclaimed craft. I'll grab a beer, preferably craft, and take a swig and swallow two little pills. Maybe they'll clear the everlasting cloudy haze that perturbs my mind, my very essence. You see, drugs, of all their shapes, sizes, form, state, all really do help in the creative process. As does staying awake for days at a time. We destroy ourselves so that we create, and in my case, I destroy myself to create something that no one will ever see. Ever notice. So why bother? Well, I can't not bother. It eats at my, claws and my lungs, trying to drag it self out of my throat. That beast that crawls and withers inside is my creativity. Looking extremely worse for ware these days. The substances make it glow however. Psychedelic colours embroider it. I slowly shall bring my fingers back to the keyboard to try again, but maybe I'll rest my head for a bit. Things are getting a tad blurry I'm afraid, I'm sure everything will be fineaajfsdlk.s/fgvc xfhg

    shit raps vol 2

    First off I don't believe in anythin'
    except everythin', maybe just somethin'
    Socio-ecnomical politics are pretty wack
    That's righ I'm talkin' smack and givin' flak
    When I'm on the track, it's fuckin garbage
    as in we're gonna need bags to pick up dah carnage
    From me tearin' ya all a fuckin' part
    Some say it's art, I just played it smart from the start
    Let me impart some knowledge, I may fuckin' suck
    But with any luck, I'm still better than you fuckin' shmucks
    The ego and the id battle, makin' the mental cage rattle
    but you've all heard that before, if you like me you ain't cattle
    You don't need to fuckin' guided, and provived
    not misguided and sided, for yourselves you've decided
    That I am ill, givin' ya' stomach cramps get those tum pills
    Find my cd's at goodwill, proves my skill is the stuff of swill
    That's why the cops eat it up, even though I hate 'em
    I will condemn the police, as they are full of phlegm
    Ill and apathetic, kinda deep thoughts, mostly bullshit
    Because when I spit, I really spit all over like I'm havin' a fit
    I gotta admit, it's fuckin' gross, but that's just what I emit
    Nastiness, scantiness, and happiness is all I'm tryng to convey
    That's why I stare at people like I got x-ray, like I'm some sorta stray
    When will this fuckin' end, never, forever and probably now.

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    Fuck the eye
     
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    Rong Based Janitor Staff Member

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    Thx for thinking of my precious SEO, you doin the lorts work @Mr.Kraken Rum
     
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    Ah yes. The lorts work...

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    color them dickbutt
     
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    bad dickin' around shit
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    Space Sweeper Space Patrol Staff Member Cyberfunk

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    Oh, shit. Suezo from Monster Rancher Kreygasm!
     
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    Punished Krak: A Man Denied His Memes Local Illuminati

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    went back in time to a past life and found this

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    Stanley Kuteprik I actually do like Star Wars ULTRA BULLY 9000x

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    it died like 3 years ago depressedbugs
     
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    Punished Krak: A Man Denied His Memes Local Illuminati

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    MY TOTALLY ORIGINAL ART WORK

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    aidlol emulating what came before, the word Tab meant as a form of identification which fits neatly with the caption of "MY TOTALLY ORIGINAL ARTWORK." Making itself out to be a form of parody, but also of a need for attention from a random party. The dramatic statement melds perfectly with the flamboyant explosion of colors that "pop" out at you, framing a can of soda so that the consumer (the audience) may pay attention since it yearns it so. This quadriptych has no central image, possibly leaving it to the audience to fill themselves into this art piece as the central image, or maybe Mr. Krakenrum is the central image, leaving the viewer to consider the piece consisting of not only the artwork presented, but of the author as well.

    Mr. Krakenrum displays some knowledge of what he is doing with the caption, calling out for attention that is unnecessary since the piece does all the attention seeking itself. The piece calls the viewer to ponder whether we should seek attention, or go to where the attention seeks us. Whatever the case may be, Mr. Kraken Rum has certainly made us consider if we are not just a slave to attention in all its forms.
     
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    please dont encourage him mike2
     
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    Yo bro calm down and enjoy that cool refreshing taste of Tab.

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    This thread is crazy. Feels like
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