You Who

SoC from Ahmad!!

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You who dares make a mockery of my impalpatible tastes, a lambasting of dicker dots and wicker pots.
It's not far from the truth to say that you look like a pail in the basket.
In the bucket goes, who knows what is up or down, but brown and finalized due dates of peppermint toothaches.
Look hither to front and away we sway, together today.
Hey now is it over before it's even started?
Have we parted already, instead of rejoicing?
For wether it's withered or merely entethered [arabic for anticipated]
Have you considered that it hasn't begun?

Losing one isn't enough for two, but who, who would ever consider you?

by Ahmad

Father Time

See it's not what you say that's so important but how you say it. It isn't what you feel that's so important but what you do with it. It isn't what you are that's so important but who you become. It isn't you that's important but who you are friends with. I haven't said this out of vain. I haven't said this out of misery or poetic justice. I haven't said this out of anything that would require you tro be anything more than two halves of a single soul. I wouldn't have said this if you wanted me to do otherwise. I wanted to say this and told you it was true to the end of days.

by Ahmad

Soup Stains

If there was ever a time when tulips grew alongside mountain dew, I'd be right there with you. It isn't nice to be such a tease for the world to see in fact, it's quite rude. I'd love to make a cherry stew in that room inside of the grue. He he said he wanted to come along, but, he didn't, he never came around to bother with the dinner fridges. I've got a little toilet pop otter pops today but tongue roaches and poaches upon the ancestral calamaties of menstrual cycles and mens motorcycles. Today is the day where you come out and say that it isn't thrice but once again, twice, but once more tomorrow's four hundred and twenty two makers of life. Ha ha ha ha ha. Isn't it beautiful how the two have come together to be together as one but instead of one or two it's just you and me.

-by Ahmad

Traveling Heart

So you say it is what you say it is.
Heaven and ho, together we go to a land of grue.
Grew together instead of whatever it was but you did.
It said you were off in line with those punks, those miscreants and misfits, of wanking corner.
Forever and one together and two hundred thousand years prior to this hard earned cash.
Listen closely my friend, because, this will be your end. And it shall be my end as well, because one is two and two is one, and four is four hundred and one. Two many times I have noted this heart. Too many times I have fathered this part.
Instead we rely on peppermint eyes, and galvanized cries of infantile goodbyes.
Crazy cats mary sue, together we die, together we grew.

-by Ahmad

So Crafty and Tasty

Another stream of consciousness from Ahmad!
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Jelly beans and belly whistles are the things of dastardly men.
Houses of fear and leprechaun tears.
House of homes that want to be destroyed in the dead of night.
Sometimes it takes two men to make one women, and sometimes it takes two women to make a thousand men.
Obviously one is the latter and the other is a ladder into the dark recess of so called night.

Fancy pants McGee had a lot to drink one night, and had to put the bottle down. Of course, that wasn't the right protocol in this situation, so, he picked up the bottle once more. Whores would gaggle around the town crier and sing songs of jubilance and lust. Of course it's not for show or to haggle with, but to improve the lives of others. Our brothers.

Summa time blues. Sometimes.

by Ahmad