Quatrain Corner

[Queso]

O All is still

 

besides the heart

 

of everything

 

below me

[Tarantism]

and then a callous

climbs it's way down a cliff

by rope to get to the

whiskey?

OR walk down the rope

to DRINK THE

RUm on a rock'

near waves.

[Queso]

Ah, it was the

captain who docked

a feast of sea

anenome

 

(psh, and SOME people thought I was talking gibberish. At least you got it, that was such a beautiful day. Thanks Josh)

[Queso]

To Sober up

'cause this isn't

BULLSHIT CORNER;

This, me laddie, be HYPOGRAPHY.

 

Sober up! sober up!

everybody everywhere!

sober up! sober up!

'Cause we all just love our beer.

 

:shrug:

[Queso]

Hypography

THE MIND GYM

Come feast upon our

Words!

[Pyrotex]

Phineas Blastersea, come here and plaster me!

Susanna Hoberly, come here and sober me!

Up I go, down again, over the avenues,

Till I am dormant among the dark silent pews.

[Tarantism]

i

dont mind it at all

if youre having a ball

'cause this is a musical!"

 

-bjork

[Tarantism]

during the sunset

the beach whines with wind

and the shops all close

because the people have gone home, and we are alone.

[Pyrotex]

Pachabel's violins are playing a sunset

I taste the reds and violets of mournful yearning

The melancholy cries of lonely gulls from my past

Illuminate the small dim stage of my life

[Queso]

"I need shelter to

build an altar

away from all the

osamas and bushes"

-bjork

[Tarantism]

damn seeps away

and the dew

crawls like millions of spiders

towards the warmth.

[Queso]

skrying through

reflections from the lens

and luna blinks when you

eclipse.

[Tarantism]

beautiful hangs our satellite

like a snake

she crawls through the sky

on the great cycle, crystalline

[Tarantism]

perhaps soon

i will move with her

on the sitars frets,

coaxing her a passage.

[Queso]

two avocado's, 1/2 tomatoe, glop of salsa,

handfull of cheese, 1/2 red onion diced,

salt, some lettuce, lime juice,

and the eyes of a tiger

 

NO NO JAH

I SAY I REFUSE

NO NO JAH

WE GON GET AYE

 

Brought back

rhythm to the streets

took simplicity, broke out

with complex beats

 

said I've got to ween ya

from the backwards crap

that's been seepin in

yo head, cuh'

 

check it- im gonna tell ya the truth

maybe take ya out

to a club in the booth

im gonna show you a trick

make a real bight light glow

from my tip o' my magic stick (yeeuh)

Que the sirens.

Que the sirens. What.

 

THIS JUST IN:

An appocolyptic basilisk

has been spotted in the periphrials

of the archetypal street sound.

[Drip Curl Magic]

squids floating around like this.

HERE is some information database.

strata-bass bro sits in a white box

thumping and burning.

 

(poor guy don't know what's missin'

and here we have a crawling king snake

trying to take.

Over hypography.)

 

for siblly, insert your typos

in the hole i know you alwaysgot

your keyboard and mouse

PLUGGED in.

[Drip Curl Magic]

by the way.

oops.

this is loricybin.

mistaking.