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annh Jun 2020
Stick girl embering,
Lollipop meandering,
Molten toffee trail.

'We discovered that one of the strongest links among us was questions about the morality
of what we do: when do
you press the shutter release
and when do you cease
being a photographer?'
- Greg Marinovich, The Bang-Bang Club: Snapshots from a Hidden War
Isaac Spencer Sep 2018
Me and my Titan,
We fightin' like lightning,
With a crashing of thunder-
This **** gets exciting,
Not a second to slow down,
Hesitation is a killer,
My Titan is falling,
Look up at the pillar-

Of smoke, trailing down from the sky,
My Titan might land on your heads,
My Titan wants you to die,
My Titan needs to be fed,

And I am his pilot,
Flying the fastest,
Surf on my ***, *****,
Across that map quick,
Swift with the S.M.G.,
Or bring the E.P.G.,
You'll need an E.K.G.,
Dead? Read your eulogy,

"He started a fight that he couldn't win",
And that's the truth no need for the spin,
So cry to your gods, this fight is simplistic,
My Titans are here to take back Mount Olympus.
Isaac Spencer Nov 2017
I dismiss the attention nobody pays,
To the way I stay in games for days,
They say "You're wasting your time away",
But I'll play till I hit the grave,

Cause,

One more level, another point, another match,
Double ****, triple ****, don't crash,
Every day, getting better, no sweat,
Zero deaths, forty kills, no regret,

Top tier, s rank, winning streak,
Don't lose, don't die, not weak,
Can't miss, gotta win, don't quit,
Flanking, execution, legit,

We've got Contacts, reload,
Spawn traps, implode,
Bringing heavy artillery,
This is the Gamer's Creed.
↑ ↑ ↓
You have so many options you can choose from
↓ ← →
Yet every game is you shooting from a gun
← → ⒝
I'd like some more variety in games please
(ª) start
boi I'm tired of fps
Amanda Lee Oct 2014
Baby, please.
It's the way you speak,
forming words so easily.
And I think of the way you think,
it keeps me from falling *asleep
.
flatsound
Amanda Lee Oct 2014
Well I hate your cigarettes,
and the men that you go see.
Because one is killing you,
while the other's killing me.
Front Porch Step

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