Our ancestors
Of those of the mankind
Which irony is but
Has had discovered
A clay is hardening in fire
Where they threw their game
Into the fire covered in the clay
With this a cookware had appeared
And a boiled food
You are, consuming boiled carrot
Acquire better beta-carotene
Which good is for your VIEW
Apparently THE you
Were meant
TO be discovering this trait
So means this that
You were meant to be discovering
The food have to be boiled
In order top extract
The beta-carotene
You were meant
TO be discovering the cooking
And nutrition
Value
Yet value of the foods
Is different from that of the the entertainment
However not if this isn't a cooking show
I'm more watery than women
under the skin
altho' my body's composed
of 6 chemical elements within
and all that remains
to go with the flow
is approx. 60% H2O
and the gravity of the situation maintains
if I stand
on my head or hands
or do cartwheels
(head under heels)
(tho' I prob'ly shouldn't oughta)
on the cranium I'll have water
(hydrocephalus)
then again who knows
how else would I experience
some of those
cerebrum faves
alpha beta delta theta
brain-storming waves
A weird guitarist named Frank
didn’t make Phi Beta Kappa
It’s OK, music lovers, he ventured
Whatever, I still made
~ ‘Hairy Legs Zappa’
The beta's always been better,
Even when the alpha is tougher.
Slap it hard beta test a ‘nu jam on me,
your voice is more than a cover song;
I swear I’ll give you honest feedback,
just promise me that you’ll have fun;
Your voice is more than a cover song,
I’m dying to lick up that intensity;
Just promise me that you’ll have fun,
it’s nothing if what’s left is morose;
I’m dying to lick up that intensity,
soak beats with blood on my wrist;
It’s nothing if what’s left is morose,
music’s here to elevate the vibe;
Soak beats with blood on my wrist,
as I inhale this once in a lifetime set;
Music’s here to elevate the vibe,
please let me be the first to listen;
As I inhale this once in a lifetime set,
I swear I’ll give you honest feedback;
Please let me be the first to listen,
slap it hard beta test a ‘nu jam on me.
ALPHA BETA
As I understand it
Back in the distant past
Communication was at first, verbal
Distinct, if limited
Every tribe began with its own
Finding it a challenge across boundaries
Getting an understanding, the first step
However difficult it may have been
In delving deep into facial expressions
Just as tribes began to share stories
Kinsfolk with greater vision
Laid down a simple written code
More in glyphs than modern letters
Now established across most of the world
Of course, there are still subtle differences
Perhaps enough to make it interesting
Questioning whether a common principle applied
Revealing a basic alphabet at its core
Some solid basis to record words in writing
Twenty six or so the most popular
Understanding was now assumed
Vested in those who learned to read
Whatever their motivation
X-ray vision was not required
Youth instructed by their elders
Zest for poetry soon followed
An invasion of privacy, increasing my anxiety;
All for the sake of piracy, stolen opportunity.
No where to go from here, just a name to smear;
Why? Just to cause tears? Yet they’re the only one that cheers.
Robbing all the trust, blown away by a single gust;
an identity left to rust, a digital life to readjust.
So little left for me, to believe in this community;
Laying among this social debris, resulting from an Alt+F4 hotkey.
Multiplayer was devastation, now I’m single player in damnation;
Where’s my new destination, co-op or further isolation?
No more trust of new names, who knows the aim they claim?
Silly me for trusting those in games, save for a few but it’s all in flames.
Maybe a blessing in disguise, that this part of me dies;
Focused energy on a different prize, so that my life isn’t digitized.
Upon the horizon I see that new life, behind me a wake of strife;
Ahead of me opportunity in rife, as I look upon this new afterlife.
They altered my source code, but my cloud connection isn’t slowed;
New passions and goals to upload, an updated life to download.
Maria hums to the tune of “Taps” as she scoops out the betta
One red, one blue, Wiggles got ick, now it’s just Padma blue
Doorbell rings, ding dong, Maria rushes to answer, Ahh, Greek feta
The delivery guy left as the maid pounded on the screen, birds flew
This is cheddar, Miss Sparks will be upset, hmmm. It’s okay!
Swooshing sounds from the toilet bowl, as Maria flushes
Tosses the salad, grabs her clanking keys, and drives away
Down the hill, exhales haa, then inhales huh, blood rushes
Nick The Greek’s, an order of the Greek feta salad, to go please
Exits Nicks, enters Finney’s Fish Store. I’ll take that one, that fish
As she points to the red betta splashing, wiggling, stops, in a freeze
Dear Maria, I’m home, bring my salad and a glass of iced tea swish
So, tell me, how was your day, clops off her shoes by her chair
Leaning, back crackling, with Wiggles her red betta nearby
Miss Sparks waits for her maid, then notices Padma’s stare
Maria, why is Padma staring at Wiggles with a glint in her eye?
Who, what, why
the giant obelisk
rose to the sky
all came to see
wonder and die.
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The taste of blood is on his tongue
A scent carried by the wind
Haunches move to a rhythmic song
A song only he can hear
Beneath the moons dim glow
His eyes have found the prey
His mind is drawn to slender throat
And flesh torn away
He is the horse and rider
A silent Death approaches
Space between the two grow tighter
But only one will notice
The reapers shadow cloaked in fur
A scythe sent to harvest
A single lone but deadly cur
Twisting through the forest
Upon his pounce, the kill is swift
His jaws are locked in place
A final jerk and bones are split
A painting of gore and grace
Now to return, since he's through
With another life he's smothered
A Death to all that he pursues
A savior to his brothers.
She remembers sign
Of beta hanging on neck
She was never best
It was always a matter
Of others going further
Agent Arkansas kicked down the bolt lock door. He fired one round and once he was
out of shots he swung back out of the room to reload. The four men started flipping
tables for cover. Agent listened carefully to where they were hiding.
Reload-
Swing around the doorway
Fire-
One-Two-Three
-Missed
Four-Five-Six
-Hit
Return fire
Not one hit
Dive out of the room
Silence before the storm…
Agent waits for the three men left to reload. BETA breaks the quiet by telling him that
he should go while they are reloading.
Ignoring BETA, Agent, cocks his pistol and turns. He starts firing, killing two more-
leaving one left. He moves back behind the wall to reload and shoots one shot into the
last gunman’s chest.
[90766 Log 005]
7/18 20:38
BETA-- It is nearby now. The ruble ahead blocks your view.
Agent-- Ah, Is it a big building?
BETA-- A fair size, I suppose.
(fiddling of the locks)
Agent-- It's locked. You don't have a key, huh?
BETA-- No. But I have something better.
Agent-- ...
(a shift behind the door. squeak open)
Agent--You did that?
BETA-- Yes. A security measure.
Agent-- I like it. You have proved yourself useful once again
(shouting echoing)
Agent-- Hostile?
BETA-- Hostile forces northwest west.
Agent-- Great... Does this place have a place to hide?
BETA-- No. Before it was a grocery-store.
Agent-- Wonderful. Where is storage?
BETA-- All weapons are stored-
Agent-- Northwest?
BETA-- Yes. Are you familiar with this facility?
Agent-- No I am not.
BETA-- How did you know.
Agent-- Unlucky guess.
(pistol cocked. footsteps)
Agent-- Behind this door?
BETA-- Correct, Sir.
Agent-- You don't trust me.
BETA-- No I do not think you can survive.
Agent-- Nothing I can't handle. I promise.
BETA-- Four, Rank 5 Associates?
Agent-- It would take a thousand to take me down...
[90766 Log 004]
7/18 20:15
[recored audio]
Nate-- see you on the other side.
Agent-- See you later little bro.
(air let out from the Air-Tight pilot cabin)
BETA-- Multiple hostile forces are in the area
Agent-- What? That's not possible-
(gunfire)
Agent-- Nate! Get the hell out of here.
(return fire)
Agent-- Go! Go! Go!
(engine sounds)
Nate (over loudspeaker)-- We have takeoff.
Good luck out there.
(gunfire stops)
BETA-- Those are gunmen for the Association: Rank 2
Agent-- Why are they here? New Athens is a Federation
city not an Association city.
BETA-- Records indicate a successful Associate siege.
Agent-- So we just walked into an Associate city and
killed two gunmen.
BETA-- Correct.
Agent-- ...And our only way out just left.
BETA-- Correct.
Agent-- O.K. I'm going to need more than this pistol.
BETA-- There was a Federation barracks half a
kilometer from here. I'm not sure if it's still there.
Agent-- It's better than nothing...
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