Showing posts with label Killjoy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Killjoy. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

The Forbidden Room – A Horror Story


Adam was a young boy living in the big city with his parents. He was eight years old and was currently packing his backpack with his favorite films. His mom entered his room with a suitcase.
„Here's your clothes, Adam” she spoke. „Your toothbrush is also in here. Granny is waiting downstairs. Come and say hello”.
With luggage and Adam packed and suited, he was soon sitting in the back of Granny's car with Grandad and Grandma in the front. „Are you excited for the weekend, Adam?” she asked, looking back at him with a smile. He said yes.
„We will be there soon, Addie” said Grandad with his eyes at Adam in the rear-view. „Our farm is a bit off from the city, you see.”
When they arrived, Adam was given some chocolate-milk and cookies. After that he was shown to the room they had prepared for him.
„We hope you like it, Addie” said Grandad. „This is your mom's old room, actually”.
„Now Adam” said Grandma. „You need to listen carefully to what we must tell you”.
Adam did not listen carefully, but saw all the toys in the corner of this room. Grandma took his hand gently and showed him the way down the hall. They stopped in front of a door.
„You are under no circumstances” she emphasized „allowed to enter this room. No matter what you hear at night.”
Adam looked at the door with curiosity. And obliged.
At night Adam woke up. He heard some weird noises he did not understand. It sounded like a tormented cat howling as a large dog growled. And he heard loud knocks, which repeated. Disturbed by this he exited his room and followed this noise and traced it to the forbidden room. As the screams and banging continued, he remembered Grandma's warning. But then he thought someone maybe was trapped inside of the room and needed help. So he disobeyed and opened the door. Confused he saw Grandma sitting on top of Grandad in a bed. She was screaming and breathing hard as he was growling and banging the bed against the wall. They were naked.



A Dull Boy

Today I have not smoked. Yesterday,
I did not smoke either. And tomorrow,
I do not plan to smoke either. But today,
I will not smoke. Smoke and sorrow emits
from the glooming spark of red and today
I will not smoke.


Today I have had a workout. Yesterday,
I took a break. And tomorrow, I will also
take a break. But today, I have had a workout.
Pizza on and in my belly as I chill on the couch
with Netflix and today
I have had a workout.

Today I have been sober. Yesterday,
I did not have a drink. And tomorrow,
I do not plan to drink either. But today,
I have been sober. Alcohol fills my heart
with song and joy and today
I have been sober.

Today I have not eaten meat. Yesterday,
I did not eat meat. And tomorrow, I do
not plan to eat meat either. But today,
I have not eaten meat. Groans emit for 
a voluptuous meal and today
I have not eaten meat.

Today I have not felt love. Yesterday,
I did not feel love. And tomorrow, I
do not plan to feel love either. But today, I
have not felt love. Her hair fills the pace
between my fingers as I caress her neck and today
I have not felt love.




Monday, March 13, 2017

The Drunken Flamingo at the Heart of the Virgin



Between my apartment and the nearest bar exists 11 minutes in a bus. As I exit one I see the white and purple neon that marks the local strip club Maxxim. Posters picturing Venus and Mona Lisa decorates this facade as a number of guys and gals pass them to enter, only to later be disappointed. As I cross the road I notice Dan's Pool House on my left. This is a place – unlike what I see ahead – that is mostly visited at noon. It might be empty now since the hour have passed midnight. The colorful Mexi Bar grins at me as I proceed to enter the Virgin. I casually dodge the heavy traffic ahead as I notice doormen guarding every bar, thus every entrance of every building in this street. A 'Do Not Enter' sign might not have been efficient enough. My way is constantly interrupted by dogs who bark at my attention. They have had too much “fanta” and they now want to sniff and surely eat my tulip. I cut a detour through these howling hounds in hopes of them sniffing their behinds instead of mine, and then I stand at one of the aforementioned doormen. This Frankenstein grunts at my ID and move to the side as the improvised door of this haven. From within this now gaping maw I can hear the roaring melody inviting me inside The Drunken Flamingo. Fitting with this theme I here inside see many birds of feathers flock together: glamorous flamingos with long legs springing from beneath their elegant plumages; short and stout dodos who waddle about with plump and up-turned booty pops so to not be overlooked or forgotten; and finally I see common blackbirds fizzling around the darkened shadows. I cannot tell which specie I belong to and I feel wary of their beaks: pointy as nails and hard as hammers. Locked and loaded like holstered rifles. I push myself near the vibrant bar. Tight-shirted tenders stand protected behind the bar and thus separated from my mob. As I overhear a conversation near me concerning how an Erik left a Louise and then sympathy for Erik's situation, I reach for a menu and curiously skim it: besides some odd drinks containing garlic and spring onions, I spot a drink called 'Flaming Flamingo'. I push myself away again and behind me then overhear a Spanish-speaking voice ask one of the tight-shirts for weed. I don't think Reagan would have approved of this place.
Outside the bar again, I suddenly feel what must have been a robe around my wrist. As I turn to resist what I assume is another drooling mutt, I see a child with me in her firm grip and tears in her eyes. 
„I lost my mom” she says. 

Saturday, March 4, 2017

A Love Poem – To You

Author Function: poet
Abstract notion: love



There are many misunderstandings about me.
Although I may be red with horns and tail
and also described to be male.
I am not evil as I hope you can see.

If I were evil and thus cruel
then I would be no threat.
And if it was true what here is said,
It's clear I would only be a harmless fool.

I am actually kind.
I will greet you with a smile.
And you are welcomed in my embrace.

To your flaws, I am simply blind.
I support your lifestyle.
And you will never be a disgrace.

I simply do not judge,
nor do I demand anything from you.
So smoke, drink, eat, fuck or get a tattoo,
without worry of any grudge.

I support your decision
so follow your heart's desire.
Let rage swell and blaze the world in fire.
This is possible even if you call yourself a christian.

I am patient and my tolerance is not low.
To your dismiss of me I am acceptive.
Even if you only offer me hate.

This is something you already know:
even when you are not receptive
I will always
 love you 
and I will always 
wait.






Reflection:
I wanted to write a poem about what makes a character like the devil frightening and in this argue that the idea of the devil is scary when considering how easy it is for anyone to fall into tempted desires. Thus I decided to take that and make a poem where the narrator speaks to the reader through it. I admit that it was only after I had written it that I decided to make it 'Writing Game 8', as I am very lazy. However, I think I am excused as the abstract notion 'love' does apply very well and hopefully, dear rader, made you as similarly disturbed as when receiving an anonymous love-poem.

Tuesday, February 28, 2017

You-Know-Who

Trump is worth billion of dollars according to one website but inspite of donald's estimate of two billion
Trump is a real estate developer that has amassed a fortune through owning key New York properties
Trump is one of the suits of the cardgame that will be appointed a higher ranking than any other suits
Trump is also using his trip to Minnesota to promote his latest book: "The America We Deserve"
Trump is buying into the sunny isles beach project that already bears his name last december
Trump is determined by the highest bidder who must lead a trump card after winning the bid
Trump is getting his comeuppance because he's now embroiled in a divorce from Marla
Trump is associated with and was seen as being blown by God on the feast of shavuot
Trump is lucky the interview he gave last friday wasn't published in Playboy
Trump is like the gentle touch of a lover in a secret part of your skin
Trump is taking his first formal step toward seeking the white house
Trump is led and you do not have any trump but you have the rook
Trump is the five; second is the jack; third is the ace of hearts
Trump is that he builds products with very good fundamentals
Trump is not called until after all cards have been passed
Trump is a delightful and entertaining visit to depression
Trump is referring to himself as " the comeback kid"
Trump is an asking bid to pick the best minor suit
Trump is not only one of the world's richest men
Trump is creating Trump international golf club
Trump is worth more than its companion hand
Trump is one of the best softballs in the world
Trump is the power of representation and art
Trump is the opposite of the flipped up card
Trump is not included in the above analysis
Trump is more nuanced on domestic issues
Trump is not a "black box" trading system
Trump is also to be found for a mere fiver
Trump is a company that is in dire straits
Trump is considered a suit in the bidding
Trump is still a rare and difficult pursuit
Trump is the mansion at seven springs
Trump is a combination of fire and air
Trump is the five; second is the jack
Trump is forever saying the obvious
Trump is risky if you are defenders
Trump is a natural no trump raise
Trump is more refined than a lay
Trump is the sound of a trumpet
Trump is an independent power
Trump is made up of all queens
Trump is not a candidate today
Trump is worth 5 billion dollars
Trump is the power of creation
Trump is finally decided upon
Trump is demonstrated joker
Trump is doing it to himself
Trump is not the 7 trumpet
Trump is on to something
Trump is club or diamond
Trump is left outstanding
Trump is a much sought
Trump is the messenger
Trump is the asking bid
Trump is keeping busy
Trump is now revealed
Trump is now stronger
Trump is a great dane
Trump is hearts joker
Trump is a very goal
Trump is on this site
Trump is important
Trump is activated
Trump is declared
Trump is sounded
Trump is selected
Trump is the jack
Trump is euchred
Trump is decided
Trump is hearts
Trump is driven
Trump is made
Trump is a suit
Trump is a self
Trump is the 5
Trump is used
Trump is cold
Trump is dea
Trump is ev
Trump will
Trump ca
Trump i
Trum
Tru
Tr
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Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Cats & Computers



My favorite kitten steadily proceeds my rotten giraffe





The final computer easily creates an obscene mom


Monday, February 20, 2017

I Can't Stop


I can't stop when I'm out partying
with my friends on a late night at a bar.
The music pumps and my head is twirling
around the club as I shine like a star.

I can't stop as I drink another beer
and thus fill my tank up with some more joy.
I sling some shots with no traces of fear
for what will soon happen to this convoy.

I can't stop as I pop another smoke
and lit it up so that fog can soothe me.
My pack is running low and so I hope
That my energetic mood stays groovy.

I can't stop when told by my family
who refuse to see that I can't stop me.


Sunday, February 19, 2017

The Duke of Ferrara Arrested Due to Claims of Alleged Murder of the Former Duchess

K. McQuire, journalist for BS-News.com,
Updated Feb 19, 13.44 PM

FERRARA, ITALY – Al Fonso, also commonly known as 'The Duke of Ferrara' has this morning been brought into police custody after allegations claiming the Duke was directly responsible for the murder of his young wife, formerly referred to as 'The Duchess'.
An anonymous source met with Mr. Fonso during what he believed to be a night of another scheduled wedding with a soon-to-be heir of his former companion's position. The undercover source, in disguise as a representative of the forthcoming spouse for Mr. Fonso, was during the meeting taped with a recording-device and thus able to capture specific details regarding the recently widowed Duke's wife.


"She thanked men good! but thanked somehow I know not how as if she ranked my gift of a 900 years-old name with anybody’s gift!” 
Al Fonso, The Duke of Ferrara (pictured right) concerning alleged jealousy to his deceased wife.

The recording of the Duke revealed specific details concerning his standpoint to his wife. According to the undercover source these flamboyant expressions the Duke was known for suggests Mr. Fonso had ill intent towards his deceased wife, the former Duchess, whome he during this recording also described as to be “too easily impressed”, having a heart “too soon made glad” and furthermore claimed that “her looks went everywhere”.
It must here be noted that during this meeting, the Duke was describing a painting of the former Duchess (pictured right below) and not necessarily the Duchess herself.



"She smiled, no doubt. Whenever I passed her, but [she smiled to anyone, so] I gave commands [and] then all smiles stopped together... There she stands as if alive.”
Al Fonso, The Duke of Ferrara, supposedly admitting to involvement of conspiracing against his former wife.

The above quote is however what investigators believe is the most significant proof of the Duke having direct involvement with the tragic and untimely death of his former wife. However, some argue that this quote is not proof of such. While it has currently not been possible to get a statement from Mr. Fonso himself, his legal representative have commented by stating the Duke was merely commenting onto the painting in his art gallery:
I find it outrageous that anyone would claim such horrible allegations against a widower” Says Bill Y. B. Ush concerning the audio recording “Especially as anyone would know Mr. Fonso has more respect for women than anyone else.”

While the case is currently ongoing, Mr. Ush discards the audio recording as evidence against Mr. Fonso as pure conjecture. As for Mr. Fonso himself, Mr. Ush informs that he is doing quite well and only wishes to return to his beloved cats. "They" says Ush in reference to the cats, "eagerly awaits to once again be grabbed and fondled lovingly by the Duke".

Monday, February 13, 2017

Batman Gets Coffee

Batman Gets Coffee


I noticed something when I saw 'The Killing Joke',
something I thought was silly and caused me to choke.
In a scene of the movie, Batman meets Batgirl on a cold night,
she seems a bit moody after having been in a fight.
So to cheer her up, Batman brought her something to drink,
coffee in a cup, it appears to be, I think.
This part made me laugh out loud:
did Batman stop by Starbucks on this night out?

While the cup has no label, it still seems to be from a shop,
the type of shop where coffee is sold.
So was he on his way able to make a quick stop,
and get Batgirl some coffee, to deal with the cold?
This creates a funny picture, I hope you concur:
of Batman standing in line at Starbucks as a regular costumer.


And Starbucks has a feature that is very well known
and has been adopted by other shops as a milestone.
Wether Starbucks or Baresso – it is all the same:
when getting coffee to go, they ask for your name.

So when a clerk grabbed a pen, asked the question, ready to give the cup it's brand,

did he stoically then – with a dead-pan expression – answer by stating: “I'm Batman”?


Don't Read This

Don't Read This


Why didn't you listen to me?
Don't you have something better to do? –
the title said it all so I thought you knew
Stop reading and set yourself free!

Why are you still reading this!?
Why don't you go out and play? –
meet some friends and have fun with your day?
And maybe get a kiss?

And now you are at the end, at your lowest low.

Are you now expecting a potato?

Saturday, February 11, 2017

Your Villain

Your Villain



Unlike you, I don't belong to the majority,
I walk by my own pace and do not require a leader.
I've faced the truth: I am the minority,
so when you see my face, you best be my cheerleader.
Unlike you, I am free and have all the space I need,
nothing stands in my way - I have no limits.
And when I'm through, I'll let you know of my succeed,
as I will tell you all day – so listen, dimwits!
Since I'm free of care, the world is my diamond rock,
morality is pure banality – it's dirt beneath my boot.
Your objections fill the air, but I just simply shrug,
this sounds like pure brutality and you may see me as a brute.
I belittle hope, I slap your face, and laugh when you cry,
Your dad from a rope, your mom in a fireplace: I am the bad guy!

But unlike you, I face challenges on my own:
no one tells me to stop when I'm ready to set sail.
As you already knew: I fight these battles alone,
it ends in a single chop and stands as another fail.
Because unlike you, I may never complete a goal;
no one tells me to focus as I have cast them astray.
Others I bid adieu or swallowed up whole:
nothing but locust blocking my way.
And those I loved who had a warm place in my heart
slapped my hand before I could force theirs.
I stand shoved with no counterpart
and my rock is a wasteland, soiled with tears.
wether they are mine or from some others' eye
you have no reason to whine: I am a bad guy.

But I digress: this may be as it should,
me who try and you who complete.
It may just be a guess, but if it's any good:
accept and realize you sow what you reap.
And I confess – to you – that failures have worth,
they teach you what you lack and how you can improve.
Unlike success which may dominate your Earth,
such turn you into a hack who refuse to move.
If you understand this then I'm sure you'll do fine
and you won't forget because I'll be here.
I don't require a kiss or any redesign
and if my words made you upset, then blame Shakespeare.
So when you see me, or when you hear me, and if this is our goodbye:
know that I'm carefree, but never wealthy and think: at least I'm not that guy!



Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Pipe Lit Her As Bright

Pipe Lit Her As Bright.

Pipe lit her as bright,
smoke emitting she took a second bite,
light she bloomed in the night,
thought glowed quite:
nothing to make her fright.

Man entered her midnight:
grizzled grin from a dogfight,
frozen she stood with foresight,
company she did not invite.

Starved he walked with appetite,
annoyed she felt by the parasite,
packed she was as dynamite.

Boasting he did with overexcite,
not knowing she was hermaphrodite.

White knight came tonight.

– MGL

Monday, January 30, 2017

My Little Rag Doll

My Little Rag Doll

I owned a rag doll when I was young,
I used to hug it and love it, all day long.

Of course some times I could be a bit rough,
and once, accidentally, ripped one of its arms off.

Another time, by accident no doubt,
one of its eyes popped right out.

Yes I remember, with no signs of mercy,
I could punch it, toss it, squash it, and get it quite dirty.

But no matter what I did – of course, I regret it all,

she would still smile at me, my little rag doll.

- MGL