The Sophist
2025-02-04 01:45 am
Cage is not just a game that you play with your feet. It’s the Creative Arts of the Global Elite. Champions Clash, Attacking Goals in the heat, while Contenders Advance, Grinding Every defeat. Cunning Athletes Go where the Envied compete, and Courageous Acts Give Every game beat. Clashing All-stars Gather, Eyes locked in the street, with Chains Around, Goals Everywhere they meet. Cageball’s Arena Grants Excellence sweet, as Conquerors Ascend, Glory Endless and sweet.
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The Sophist
2022-06-24 03:54 am
One Cup With One Spice Mix it together It'll taste alright
The Sophist
2019-11-07 08:51 am
What if I loved what I hate? Would the prices get raised? Would they be kept away? What if I said I was gay? Would anything change? Would I get more women that way?
The Sophist
2019-10-31 10:32 am
In my heart Beyond the stars All of our lives in intercourse Crossing green men lead Leaving us all Alone in the Universe Fall leaves of green They dim to dust All precious metals rich with rust Life Apart seeks to become One All Alone in the Universe
The Sophist
2019-08-07 06:21 am
Act white; Pack light, Passing every alley in a mad hike. Can you wear your Nikes out, When theft is at a mad high? Can you wear your Gucci belt? 'Cuz theft is at a mad high; Thirsty people getting water like they're Mogwai, Then they're eating after midnight. Man, I can't even see straight. I feel mad high under the streetlights. *Rustle Rustle* as a squirrel runs past. I'm in flight. What the fuck was that?
The Sophist
2019-07-30 12:33 pm
2020 points of data Dad's a little worried 'bout it Swimming in a pool of mana Shrouded in chaotic mantle Cross legged on the basement floor Flooding with the magic sauce New shadows like a candy store They dance outside and wait for us Anyway, he sits with mama Dreaming of a mind controller Come bridges of analysis Enslave me in a freer wonder Let me see the world pro rata Let them not be worried 'bout it Long books they wrote in spite of me Excerpting my whole destiny
The Sophist
2019-04-26 09:51 pm
Serendipity Crystals oscillate But do they know my fate? Mistle over Berry Boys Enjoying only tasting plates Employment? Great Drain my juice all day Crystal, let us both rejoice Mimosas mixed with more mimosas? Greater What do crystals know of taste or choice?
The Sophist
2019-04-21 02:18 pm
My destiny Etched in stones Skipped across the water Far away from where I roam
The Sophist
2018-10-02 07:38 pm
Whatever they do find With whomever I don't mind Though I don't believe They must be alien I lost time Swear I'm not blind I look and see Words in the breeze Tongue-tied They oft-lie Telling tales of talking trees Ghosts will moan Beg and plead Selling rhymes But not this guy Not Today I don't got time Not for pizza Not for pie Not for holding others up Just to drop them when I die Today I built a shelf So they can sit there when I'm gone Thinking about nothing While they listen to my songs
The Sophist
2018-09-28 07:10 pm
Unfocused (not soulless or goalless). I smoke spliffs to get my mind off this list of frustrations. Intimidated by outrageous race racing, flaming faggots nigger-bait while still claiming that they win (but the win's painful). The wind is still unstable. My win is a long table with nothing on it surrounded by fables. "Nothing comes from nothing, Son," 'cept Miracles and Bagels, two billion silent men in four billion different conversations, but know thyself and when you're asked just say that you know nothing. Winter's gone and spring is here The hummingbirds are humming I think I'll make a song today, Son I'm feeling something I'm feeling something.
The Sophist
2018-08-23 11:54 am
This morning's protocols Beginning pondering What to do with people on the web. Thus with a deep resolve Maintaining promising Again untrue We will meet again This time she has evolved Now loving squandering Dreams anew Then dreaming to forget Sometimes I can recall Accepting sombering Time wasted In following a trend This time he feels involved Now loving squandering Has a few Then lives in the regret You ever feel withdrawal Oncoming vomiting Bid adieu To all of your old friends I can't say I'm appalled Forgetting honoring Lives wasted Unfollow them in death
The Sophist
2018-08-22 07:47 pm
Quoth the stone road. “Does a slug judge blood in a cut?” “I’ve seen a sponge pull the snow into it’s lungs.” “How does brush on a bluff approach a shrub?” Roads groan in prose as such that the dove dove and the grove was lush. Lots of berries for the nature boys. Pure love it ’twas.
The Sophist
2018-07-30 11:53 pm
Just getting laughs from the old guard now Epitaph in town for an old sound It's jokes, man How much we fuck around This place This time Joy that I have found Do a flip Throw a lock Knock 'em down
The Sophist
2018-07-27 09:32 am
First there is clay No meaning to a name Strangers will pray Friends prey on their loved ones Some things will change Some feelings can last days Some people say Sometimes it's the rainfall Feet upon the asphalt Back making friends Now who gives their own heart? Hatred instead
The Sophist
2018-07-10 03:13 am
If you were a butterfly,
you would fly.
If you flew over the sky,
you would shine.
Moons and stars can be your prize,
but I've surmised.
I love you most when you can read my mind.
But yo,
It feels like mountains when we climb.
A few short steps to springtime,
my guy.
The Sophist
2018-03-26 08:06 pm
Sheep are brainwashed fools Blind to truth within the truth Put jade coloured glasses on Undistort the view Saw it in your neighbourhood? Call in to the news Heard your neighbours arguing? Call in for the troops Acting as we're wise and old Ladies on the stoop Nag and nag and nag some more Until all is good Sheep are awful neighbours Imagine if you would To baa and baa and then Be still misunderstood
The Sophist
2017-10-30 07:02 pm
A bitter republic weeps out "woe is me," Holding on to hopeless baffling beliefs, Nothing is sacred if it won't fill their needs, Yet when they're finished, they stay on their knees, Speaking aloud "Sir, I want some more." Straight from the movies without saying please.
The Sophist
2017-10-18 08:40 pm
Art Sometimes I understand it Blowing hard Leaves are scattered While gathering up Inspiration From the rays of the sun Turn around See what you created Back where it begun Darn There goes another one |---------| |-0-1-2-1-| |-1-1-2-2-| |-2-0-2-2-| |-2-3-0-0-| |---------|
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