Come all ye for creative writing, drunken porch monkey talk, sobriety talk, music, odd and weird historical shit. What have you. From high brow to low brow
During hurricane Helene In asylum met Darlene After twelve years relapsed On the rose stem that's cracked Cause her fiance's a closet queen
Well each of us lost our homes She can sit on my broken throne Darling used to be quiet If the wills there I'll pry it Demanding digits to my phone
Now see she's north west of theos But those tits ain't from Nat Geo We're both dry as ouarzazate Flash that ass like a primate My heart's niggardly she'd be burning coal
What did Alexander trap behind his Iron gated wall in the Caucasus In an 18 foot pass between peaks The breasts of the world Pliny the Elder said divided the world Into two portions I'll spare you Josephus
Who are Gog and Magog Scofield mislead Christians To believe to be Russia And where is this wall
Some place it at the Caspian Gates at Derbent - the only surviving Sassanid fortress To block the Dagestanis Others, the wall of Khumbalgarh In North West India, sighted by Chinese explorer Hsien Twang
In the Travels of Marco Polo These people are identified as Cumanians Who meddled in the politics of the Caucuses And infiltrated the elite of many European empires - located farther north in Cathay, Believed to be China
A Surat in the Qur'an attributes Alexander's Gates to Dhul-Qarnayn - the two horned one, or one of two ages (Became the phrase 'at wits end' in Brewer's)
In Islamic lore the wall and Gog/Magog Known as Yajuj and Majuj Exist in an invisible realm Until the end of days
The Persian epic Shahnameh Describes them as giant cannibal Demon sorcerers called Divs Who dwell in a land called Mazandoran Like the child stealing demons Al They're part of almost every single folklore In the Middle East and Southern Europe Except for Israel
According to the Travels of Sir John Mandeville These trapped entities are thought to be The lost tribes - cursed reprobate Sons of Cain - many identified as Edomites or Khazars
In the end times A fox digs a hole Beneath Alexander's Gate And the astonished monsters Never seeing a fox before, follow it To wage war on humanity With the Antichrist
Wherever this time, place, or beings are We're surrounded by foxes
If that old cherry tree weren't chopped down It's rotted enough to fall now Most times finding wild truth Is too late, too many duped
Wait for swans, thick rubber neck To launch from geisha pirouette Land pose as samurai flexing Cuisses, assets, menacing
The merchants last exchange and fleece Fill cabinets before they flee Or better results - Spain, Portugal Damaged, decline, but tribe expulsed
Warning without evangelion Macready couldn't understand their tongue Beware that web never spreads abated And there's no going back to the garden naked
Guards couldn't find in his nasal cavity A whole gram of meth Still a hardworking honest man Looks way older than 51 Joey P compares him to The old man with a shovel In Home Alone Doesn't know how he caught A stray bullet - 22 ain't nothing to pull When his own brother shot him once A barn mouse will wait on his foot For crumbs of crank Falling asleep recovering From a motorcycle accident Pomeranian licked infection to the bone PTSD from wife's suicide Cleaned up the blood Before the kids could smell iron Good to see him falling in love again Even with Jess Who looks like Rachel Druze from SNL As strange as it is
