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Been a vile

2015-08-08 02:22:15 by MiNDxCLoUD

Surpass the social netwerk

unto ubiquity,

The rose turns towards the sun, 

the bile that comes from the duct of your soul,

swimming away in the rivers of no less than three states.

Him soul getting worse, the hunger worse, the repressed repossesed are worse

She getum goddamn fuck he hopes

No years have been fed since him angry, circuitous malingering of unfathamoble debts.

Thwee, thwee swee,

when shall I ever smell the mayflowers againe

For she was the manipulator and I would only know because I am the manipulator 

Massive fuck, a massive fuck is enthrusted to you

Her tear rolls, one thickly,

 one slick, tear almost 

greasy 

 but, 

but what tear is more virtuous, than those of a whore.

HE getum job, he makes the grade

Forgive him lord for he knows not what me do

 

Green, squat fagmunch, tottled on the shore

one jumped up and slapped a whore

momma call the doctor and the doctor swayed

"get better imsurance so me can get paid."

 

DID I tell you I found your twin? A stripper from Paris whose passion is sin

What kinda shit you blathering again?
 

"nothing. I just sit at my desk and earning nothing, being nothing, no ideas, nothing at all in my heart and 

honestly I think I'm impotent these days, unfortunately. Nothing moves me, except the desperation of the state-to-state. Speeding down the highway fastem with the blaring gong of techno pop.

I never wanted to be so wrong but here we are, 

in the middle of history, 

 

which is an old  storytold 

Nuthin

g-

ness

 


Is peace

2015-02-15 02:34:22 by MiNDxCLoUD

the enemy of memory

the forgoer of truth

the retardation of progress

 

the light shows through the rose glass

of the cathedral at dawn


F-P F-P, I DN GVE a CRP CRP

2015-01-09 21:26:36 by MiNDxCLoUD

"We may be the generation that sees Armageddon."

Ronald Reagan, December 26, 1985

A baby coos in a sapphire cradle, 4 days old

He will see armageddon,demise of a hopeful home.

Look around and tell me what has changed, between

the decades and the short holidays,

in the middle of the drinks consumed at the end of the

day, the empty bottles tossed in the street like

penny revolutions.

Of all the rebellion that still shopped in a big box store

for ammunition, 

the admission, really, that the american people - do not want a democracy, 

a one sided ruby die - two would mean

 that they would have to accept those "people" 

that they....do not...agree with...those ignorant, misinformed droves

cramming the...places

Where are the places that your enemies dwell?

I'm living in the past and a thousand years into the future - 

and from here the future seems inevitable,

us people all or not.

 

 

 

 

 


never know

2015-01-07 04:24:50 by MiNDxCLoUD

You're never going to know the truth

the bare faction of maps

laid out in cotton dollars.

Where the heart desired to fly

and wherein history drove the blade.

The truth and what's right is besides love.

Stone death of veins like coal shafts

you cannot get me fired up on politics

We are in the middle of history, not the forefront

Grey doves litter the streets, we call them pigeons

"cooo, cooo" the gentlest caw, which, should bring 

comfort, not a kick-yer-ass mentality of the sidewalk fury,

100 years of shitty cities gone paved up and up.

Beyond the narcissism, beyond the heartstrings pulled

again and again. Beyond the daily pettiness we have 

enough nukes to strike it all out, but why do you want to silence

all the internet voices?

_________

A neighbor gets fucked. Someone with glasses stares me

right in the eyes and addresses my prejudices. My eyes well 

up at my made up lovers eyes. I deactivate my facebook in another

fury that started years ago. 

My ratings:
Family: Floparoo

Friend: Floparoo

Thinker/Intellectual: Floparoo

Lover/Empath/Sex: Floparoo, always

Only a good soldier. Does what he's told.

He's on the run again, and again, ever since he stood outside the doors of his highschool at dusk, and

wished more than anything else to run away from it all. And never stopped. I can't stop to smell the flowers of your community, or your kiss. 

I wish I had died that one day instead of my dad. Floparoo, son.


 

 

 


F'TOCK MR PICKLES

2014-12-29 04:47:42 by MiNDxCLoUD

MR. PICKLES 

OF ADULT SWIM

THOU ARE MAKE MAKE ME SICKLES

YOUR HUMOUR IS DIM

SHITTY SATANIC CRUDDLES 

YOUR BLACK AND WHITE DUDDLES

STOOPID DEATH ROCKERS

backmasking backmasking backmasking

lemme turn this muthafucka upside down 

they call me 


BLAM TAT PIECE OF CHIT *edited cuz I drank

2014-12-28 23:02:57 by MiNDxCLoUD
Updated

Greetings Ng'ers, and those of you in the college computer lab surfing while you should be studying. 

 

MAY I remind you that as a citizen of the Newgrounds, it is your right to VOTE on submissions and either SAVE a fine, promising flash animation, or BLAM THE EVERLASTING CRAPOLA out of the trite, puerile drivel that floats about. 

If you don't like it, BLAM IT. DIS aint'nt YOUTUBE!

Under Judgement is where all the garbage could indeed be wallowing. Clean it up if it sux for it is so close to death and free drive space already, blam it away with 0's abounding and you shall indeed know, instintively, if it does, and by the chances of heaven if it doesn't, help it rise up.

BE ON YOUR WAY, GOOD CITIZEN!!! A FINE GROUNDINGS TO YOU ALL IN 2015!!

 


BERF-DAI 2014

2014-12-22 04:11:25 by MiNDxCLoUD

  1. ITs MY birthday and I suppose that you could slightly, minutely consider that I used to be WAY more fun and cool before I sealed up like waxen ziplock baggies and grew a bald spot of uptight shame filled poopsicleness. 
  2. I left Los Angeles and then I left the Bay Area and then after 10 years of up and downfuck I left California altogether. The dream is over. 
  3. Baldchinian, that is what I am.
  4. Haven't had sex in 2.75 years.
  5. Always on the run, whats the crime she said. Who's the culprit.

FOOKLE DANG BOOM BOOM

IM ZO OLD and you're so young, saeth the young dood with a diamond in his bum

 



I want to let go of this computer so very badly; to destroy the portal between me and the unreal, and the un-me. What I see is not me. Images are not people. Enough with the blasted simulacra.

 

Let go of fear

to destroy illusions

 

The sound of rain upon the

still green pond,

one drop of dew trickled

on a single petal

of our cherry blossom


An aim worthy

2014-02-18 18:12:45 by MiNDxCLoUD

If illusions destroy one's life

destroy one's illusions 

to forge life anew

 



Imma find me jerb gon chasing the dimes

they told me I was living american dreams

but I was after dimes  

in the gutters

of every cement block

colored red and white

with blue starry puddles