Show off to the world your distinct wide smile
and prove to us all that you could be glad
immersed in all things that are clean and nice
hold your facade, the key at any price
do not show any signs of being sad
and always be ready to use your guile
And this is important, your tactful guile
for you must learn to weaponize that smile
with heavy blows, destroy all that is sad
and spare the plebeians who remain glad
for the good of the world we pay the price
to keep our streets clean and wholesome and nice
By Jove, why do we want the world all nice?
to ease the burden of depression's guile
ignore the spell, the damage is the pr
So Trasm was a broken-faced frog (I think)
he lived in a stream of a hidden glen
between a mountain and some quarried rocks
or was it in a backstreet liquor store?;
who knew the horrors of the broken face
that was seen around the ever dry swamp
I remember it was there in the swamp
where the injured frog had to sit and think
about what to do with his broken face-
how could Trasm display it back at the glen?
Perhaps he could go to the liquor store
and buy the best whiskey served on the rocks
Or should Trasm just buy a bushel of rocks
not just those he found buried in the swamp?
Oh well, I guess that it's off to the store
to purchase the whisk
There once was a sensational day for a turtle
a frolicking, dancing, and singing little fool
who landed swiftly upon a melancholy flower
to celebrate his stupendously victorious birthday
with master Timmy Tuttle, his favorite pal
always wearing the world's greatest slippery grin
while dancing, he let slip a vicious grin
upon a wilting daisy dancing, was the turtle
beside the spectacle stood his ol' pal
they both took turns to play the fool
I mean, what else is there to do on a birthday
but to frolic upon another heavenly flower?
such playfulness could only be praise for the flower
which observed them playing and displayed a big grin
Earth, this concerns you.
Your systems collapse and your revolts assassinate: in fact you destroy only that which you don't understand.
We know that you also will be destroyed.
Our music is for the beauty that you wish to ignore and for the hatred of your damnable evolution.
Out beyond space and time, a planet awaits us, KOBAIA.
We have known this world since the day we opened our eyes, millions of years ago.
May all those who suffocate here below follow us.
But may the hypocrite hope for nothing!
You are already no more than oblivion.
With this threatening portent the mission of Magma is begun. Magma is the
I just got exposed by AntiWars4 and now I think my time is up. I just can't stand this undeniable roast on me. He said I suck! How can any one say such a thing? I mean most of my art is alright even the cringey and terrible stuff. How exactly can I live after such a burn like this? I bet hes gaining extreme popularity feeding of of my loss of hope and happiness (not actually making real art). I not even worth sending any porn like other deviant artists. I feel so down and I only see one way out of this. I think the best thing i can do is to kill myself with Tums but unfortunately, I can't get that damn cap off.
For all of you who love llamas...thank you. I give llamas in return for llamas, especially when I find more llamas invading my very full llama queue. They long to seek the holy llama land of Llama. I will thank you here as to not overflow your beautiful artistic presence there in your sequestered little cupboard of absolute genius. I love to give llamas also, not just to collect them and hug them. They're so fluffy and nice that it is inconceivable to hate such a lovely puff of fluff. At least I don't anyway. My whole being and soul thanks you for all eternity henceforth for your inspirational generosity and immeasurable kindness. Look
I guess I've got some comments that I've sought
there's nothing to it for I hadn't bought
no need to trick others into parting
with their notions and their feelings darting
this tense atmosphere is hard to dispel
of social isolation; please do tell
of a casual stroll into the void
thither onto vapid spaces annoyed
by the brilliant outcast pageantry
who shun all of normal society
to be real sports of the reception
meanwhile hidden behind their deception
it's not that I'm alone in all of this
it's just that the whole social state's amiss