Press-con.

The pen was looking for the pencil.

A paper has been filled missing by the image office.

Captain Black said to the yellow press.

The author has been investigated and he has been seen with the shredder.

๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿ™‰๐Ÿ™‰๐Ÿ†•โ˜๐Ÿ†™

ยฉO.a.M

ยฎArtsydhude 97-19

โ„ขXENOphagz

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Rohan me a gap,

where all mine were Moira’s.

Why Mordor all that which has no Shire,

only which a precious one ring,

that burzum a lugburz that hate this grishnack of an elven Ent.

Ack,

Why do I always Lewis that Tolkein,

Damn you Morris.

If it weren’t for your essay on Fangorn,

I’d be running a long like rabbit out of Mirkwood

into that night,

where Alice would at least drink a cup of alcohol tea,

and loving one to two hoopla of my Lewis into all these.

๐Ÿ˜›๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿ˜›๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿ˜›๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜ธ๐Ÿ˜ธ๐Ÿ†•๐Ÿ†™

MiniMacros ds.808

The ink ran

while a magnet canned a can of chips.

A pen moved

while a transistor loved its relay to a motor.

Why did the stylus broke apart

when the user can not seen to seen,

only a wallet that was left at the scene.

Opened and broken and not stolen,

yet its contents have nothing but its own tears

from just this year.

ยฉOAM

ยฎArtsydhude 97-18

โ„ขXENOphagz, XenoGrapx

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Smile me a simile as

 would I be a clown 

but not a joker.

Love me a board to be

 not be as bored although I can make

 a cord of those carboards.

Why then like a like when I 

cannot even comment as 

my own comet be as an irony

 to be liked and frowned on.

๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿ˜›๐Ÿ˜ธ๐Ÿ™‰๐Ÿ˜—๐Ÿ†•๐Ÿ†™๐Ÿ’‰

ยฉXenoGrapx,XENOphagz

ยฎArtsydhude 97-18


Could the shoulds would’ve been a can?

Should the woulds could’ve shall be a shant?

Will this tongue be twisted tangled and tango at the same time,

you took my hand and loved me at your breast,

while I became none but your soulless forever puppy;

Because you came to me asking of love and devotion one can only

give,

unconditionally.

๐Ÿ™‰๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿ˜›๐ŸŽญโ˜๐Ÿ†•๐Ÿ†™

ยฉOAM

ยฎArtsydhude

โ„ขXENOphagz, XenoGrapx

V1:S1

The Gnome that went home.

Part 1.

Brome a snot lily livered and snot bellied gross Gnome,

got lost among the path of delayed stress syndrome.

He got so stressed his feet grew,

one feet per 10 square inch each time he yells from his mouth none but brew.

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ยฉoam

ยฎartsydhude 97-18

โ„ขXENOphagz, XenoGrapx