Let's Do Bands: Poem

Let's start a band
Sure we can
But bands are dead
An out dated idea
What's in you head
Yeah and?

We'll need a name
One that's lame
Not a gimmick
Or a mimic
Something deranged
Maybe letter rearranged

Maybe number
And letters
A color perhaps
Like 3D Purple
Or a 8 grey wormholes

Okay but what will we play
Music, okay?
But what instrument
What does that mean?
How many instruments do you need?

Four or five?
Are we dead or alive?
A trumpet a drum?
Or some monkey thumbs
I don't Know what instruments are
Is a car one
Is a banana one
An icecream?
Well this was all pie dream

Pie Dream is the best name
And I can't explain
Let's make a band
And that's the name

Tokyo Story #9?

This story is short and it is simple. It's the best kind of story. Simple, short, good.

We were wandering about the location closest to out hotel, checking out various shopping malls.

Inside a nearby shopping mall, we found a shop that specialized in trading cards. I wont bore you with the uninteresting parts, but that store had the original magic cards. In English.

Regardless, hanging on the wall was a signed Micheal Jordan jersey? Weird, right?

Poem: Rosey Palms

Rosey Palms
Trees carrying flowers
In an hour of devastation
Deforestation
Deliberation
Exhibition
Reducd to an exhibit
The flower of battle habit
The flowering concept
Carried across the plains
With various trains and planes
Carried to another place, to be dissected
But the flower is introspective
The flower is perplexed
Baring now complex
A flower in the hand
And Rosey Palms
Rose cheeks
Fat on the Sandy Beach
Rose palms
Give the flower to your grandma

Poem: Bell

The bell tolls
Distant like the sound of drums
No metal, no brass
Just the beat of drums past
A war cry
A battle scar
A moment in reality's tear
The battlefield is nothing
Not a fat lady singing
Not a flaming square of grass
No, this battle took place in the past
One survives on the ground and waiting
Wasting away, depreciating
Neither skull nor flesh
Just a flowering pest
A single rose in the ground
That cannot hear the Bell's sound
Ringing to warn of torture obscured
The rose is red of course
Sitting in the dirt
Unable to move
Yet, it still hurts
Bathed in blood
It was once white
Now, it is nothing
But a representation of one night
Sitting atop The field
Awaiting a strike
Until one day, someone takes a hike
Pluck the flower from the field
In the hand, beauty is real

The Perfect Invention

Like terrible ideas?

I have one!!! It's a blanket made of cotton candy. Now, I know you are wondering why you would do such a thing! I have an answer!!!

It is candy, so you can eat it! You can tug away at the corners and eat it, while you are warm and beautiful. Sure, it will be sticky, and when you sweat, it will melt! But think! You never have to wash the blanket, because it will melt.

I know, it's terrible.

Poem: Desen t

A fresh wound
A fresh dude
For ad much as you hate
That as much as I ate
Detest what I do
It'll still be due
Because my goal
Is beyond a troll
My dream
Is beyond the silver screen
Because as much as you hate
I appreciate
I grow stronger
By every hour
With a hunger
To devour
The hatred
Coated red
In a red coat
Gripping me by my red throat
My happiness isn't forgetful
Yet promising
A dust outcrop on a lone hill
Growing crop just for the thrill
Come at me: unchill
I'll come back with rhymes that kill
Because my goal is beyond the moon
Beyond one hating dude
I'll keep in fighting
Until I am delighting
Even if I have to go through you.

Dr. Hounchell's Theory of Life and Everything: Evil

Today's topic is Evil.

Evil is weird because it exists to counter good. Without evil would there be good? Because good and evil is about the comparison between two.

Example: most people don't stuff a cannon full of dogs and shoot it at a hospital. Why? Perhaps it is evil.

But if we are going to argue if evil exists, then we have to understand the fact that it is a comparison from a cultural point of view.

Therefore good and evil don't exist. If they do, they are two sides of the same thing. But what is that one thing? Clearly, good and evil are just different kinds of people in phone games. People who take are bad. People who give are good. Unless those same people took from other people to give to you.