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it's 4am you know what that means

Posted by Soliloquous - November 10th, 2015


New animation? No, but I have some more weird writing that I figured I should post. School is taking all of my time, so I probably won't be uploading the animation until the break, but rest assured if I do find the time to, I will finally fix all my export issues and upload it. For now, weird spoken-word shit. This one is a bit more rhyme-ey. Don't expect any of it to make sense - gramatically or sensically. Enjoy.

The Lawyer's Lullaby
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The aquarium channel plays downtairs
The fish swirling in a eyeball shape while they put the logs out for the next program
Fornicating teenagers sit on their desks at school chewing bubble gum and cursing
The world moves beneath them
They feel a faint tug on their shorts, is it purpose?
Someone trying to strip them
Perverted channeling upon the edges of the world, infinite in number
Holistically fashionable dragons flare up in their hind legs
The foot length of clown shoes miraculously dances swan in their oversized heads
A ghost sits in a chair growing out of the bowels of an abandoned apartment complex
He has friends, but they don't talk to him
Garlic teardrops fall from the face of a falsely accused vampire
While the jury makes their decision, they light the fire regardless
Pyre fire rises upon the spire that the vampire was placed in ire
Sire, I believe this man a liar
Neither! You're wired! Silence or you'll be fired!
The squire returns to his shire
The ire, vampire-fire pyre spire wires the liars sending them up on higher
The Crier-
Is end nigh - or do we just follow the same lies?
The prize - the gift of which we see fit while we discover endless amounts of twits
The size of the prize befits our eyes every time guys tell lies
So why advise to excise when fries and flipping burgers is easier
Piece-ier because for ten its only five
Why even bother because we're alive-
And well, as far as anyone can tell
If they think not they can go to hell
If we're the plural of prime we are prima
So why not die, cursed in emphysima?
Cancer, placed last in answers
Pay attention and you'll pass a dancer-
Chance her, she might think of you
But all will know that its far from true

 

 


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