Shun not a screen

free verse laidback kapowhera

Don't I see gnawmark enhancer agile

Double rine he chew hypothosys on

Pile up exact wise revenge with precision legally

(get even within the bounds of legality)

Designating self as a conquering

I'll be in the sun on my rock

I wanted to cruise through with monster truck tires on the 5.2

Don't knock heads off shoulders; just say what's up

Damn you for calling me your stamps via her

You vehemently invited fear treading projecting like the way we'll all sound one day

Bask Bask Bask creddy underwater Basket weaving self cleaving of c**t is a sign of retardation

Prey scowl while the gong sounds Chun Li Tribe Called Quest Whitman Port Saint the poacher named Shakespeare

Maryland break her down like Ma Che' run upstairs eager

guzzle dat rap from the home of the Timberwolves swoon egg roll

Zeitgeist goat goon mic hussy hint Seattle honey hunting knife pin cushion chest bump wally slurpee hack

What if you had a Godly 1840 you relished in diligence and all

I'll raise my glass to being like or as the cash crop you were

and then to disbursement, and to letting Ham pick out in the yard

Tingles briskly echo out dead souls like I felt those too

Was that the girl who's clown he was?

Invisibly loitering on her bald yard (sinister laugh) a small crowd shared Mr. Smith's sensation

7 seconds pass and she pulls the biggest knife in the block in the unrenovated kitchen counter corner

In my head she raised it high above her head willed by American spite and winced embarrassingly as she thrusted downward and into and through her gut and awkwardly subserviently out her back the tip plus a centimeter or so

A fly on her wall I agonized over her Collapsing dizzying black spandex legs twisting and buckling a thud on the bare kitchen floor with a surge of her blood up her throat a pint or more spurt past her lips before hitting the floor. 

A helpless spirit whispered call 911 through the essence of it as her blood filled throat craving another breath, the meek spirit screamed nearly unnoticeable to her grab the phone in one lunge. 

Net thing we notice, the paramedics is squeezing a transparent rubber liter and a half of air down her throat squeezing pumping squeezing pumping cold went her arms lifeless went her body. 

Her spirit leaned back out her body and frantically screamed from the afterlife "no!,no!,no!" frantic like her death was final.  panic attacking like she bet all she owned and lost knowing it was the wrong decision, and having nothing but frantic remorse.  It was no more than 7 seconds.  Just then, I sensed her cold flesh which I saw vividly in my mind her pulseless body deceased for a second.  Steady squeezing oxygen down her throat brought her back to life.

Ghost Phased Kill her cutting osprey swarmed on by darts i craft with

You should Project opulent wit of vivacious villianized zealots urethra 

It would be an honor to beguile the immune system that is your own.

Author's Note

this is part 1 of a 2 or more part poem part story from my life and mind.

come along if you enjoy reading it as much as I do writing it.

(sinister lusty throat clearing interrupts)