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Pen N' Paper vs Kein Witz
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20-40 Lines No Crew Votes No Recycling No Biting Topic: Everything Average Minimum posts to vote: 20 Check in by: 06-05-05 at 03:18 PM Must drop verse in 4320 minutes after check in. |
Kein Witz has ACCEPTED this battle on 06-02-05 03:19 PM.
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Pen N' Paper has ACCEPTED this battle on 06-02-05 03:22 PM.
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Alright, just cooked this up for a bit of fun.
Everything Average ECSTATIC eclat resounding through the cryptic crowds of his mind, applause an apparition of his imagination, leaking darkness divine. The motif of his life left repeating recurrently every single normal night. Each part of his life old news, never known the exhiliration from excite. Memories overlapping and adding layers, slowly peeling away like onions. Eyes closed, imagination intervening with routine, making him Paul Bunyan. ( XD Word.) LIFE's mysteries made clear through his beliefs and his dreams. In reality, he solved problems mathematically, using paper and means. He woke up every morning, drinking coffee and eating an english muffin, munching his food, his mind making his small, gaunt muscles toughen. Like a Marvel Comic, a superhero flying away from every congruent week; People suggested counseling, claimed that he was just overly oblique. EVERY[b] minute of his meaningless life was always so boringly methodic. People were alarmed by his day dreams and black-outs, gave him tonics. He'd imagine he was battling monsters, when really beating old seniles. When friends told him it was make-believe he just shook his head, smiled. They warned him not to have his dreams in the middle of driving his car; he never listen, because in his mind he was drinking scotch with stars. [b]ONE day, he was coming home from another boring day of work; he saw a store being robbed, parked his car, ran up to the scared clerk. That day, he was institutionalized, for screaming at a rack of peanuts, despite his pleading, teary cries that he could never just simply be nuts. |
o_O Whoops. << This is how it's supposed to be:
Everything Average ECSTATIC eclat resounding through the cryptic crowds of his mind, applause an apparition of his imagination, leaking darkness divine. The motif of his life left repeating recurrently every single normal night. Each part of his life old news, never known the exhiliration from excite. Memories overlapping and adding layers, slowly peeling away like onions. Eyes closed, imagination intervening with routine, making him Paul Bunyan. ( XD Word.) LIFE's mysteries made clear through his beliefs and his dreams. In reality, he solved problems mathematically, using paper and means. He woke up every morning, drinking coffee and eating an english muffin, munching his food, his mind making his small, gaunt muscles toughen. Like a Marvel Comic, a superhero flying away from every congruent week; People suggested counseling, claimed that he was just overly oblique. EVERY minute of his meaningless life was always so boringly methodic. People were alarmed by his day dreams and black-outs, gave him tonics. He'd imagine he was battling monsters, when really beating old seniles. When friends told him it was make-believe he just shook his head, smiled. They warned him not to have his dreams in the middle of driving his car; he never listen, because in his mind he was drinking scotch with stars. ONE day, he was coming home from another boring day of work; he saw a store being robbed, parked his car, ran up to the scared clerk. That day, he was institutionalized, for screaming at a rack of peanuts, despite his pleading, teary cries that he could never just simply be nuts. |
This world is all the same it always has a ritual
To maintain our everyday life is all just typical Our visions sees everything the same, nothing too spectacular Everything forms into the same thing, life is nothing regular Just the illuminations, We stay in the position we go through and follow our footsteps It’s wrong to turn back and turn bad we must follow the good steps Everything just seems average nothing outstanding All we look forward its what we want demanding Just the stairs, This is just an average life everything the same Nothing in our powers can do to help it change There’s always an average up and an average down Everything that we live for is what happens now Just the similar, The average color is always dull no color to be seen Stays that way just so it can look dreadful and mean Usually there’s something that makes life un-normal Everybody is uptight down right to the done formal; Just the clothes, We stay with a good capture of our everyday life Like a picture in our mind we don’t forget the time We close the brain and just unwind the rolls of negatives Capture the portrait into a canvas and see nothing shifts Just the enlargement, Everything is mediocre we stay adequate but not good Everything in life must stay the same I wish it just could Change so we can live our own life and not be controlled like a puppet We get thrown away like garbage in the dumpster all we do is dump it Just the trash, So we keep the changes to ourselves so it can’t be removed or altered We live by the same failures but do we live by the faulted |
Okay, let's get some votes........................
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Voted For: Pen N' Paper
Vote - Kein flow - kein content - both nice but just Kein Most effective line - PnP ( Everything just seems average nothing outstanding All we look forward its what we want demanding ) From PnP was dope On topic - Both Creativity - Kein Overall - Kein this was very hard to decide but kein's flow outshone PnP's in my opinion, was more creative with similes etc even though PnP had that 1 dope line that was soooooooooo true and real the rest of his content was nice but nice enough A good thorough read people stay up Switched |
Lmao fuck i was doing the feed in the wrong colluuuuuuuumn
Anyway to change it??? |
wow u voted for me in the poll but voted for him in the post wow but wuteva idk how to change that but good uppin for more votse pplz plz vote this thnx
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It's getting changed, you know. We're not giving you a vote just because some mess-up. o-O
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i know that sucka dont try to get personal wit me ok punk
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I'm just saying, bro. I love you, man. LOVE YOU.
-twitches- |
^^^LOL man fuck u idont love u man what the hells wrong wit u
uppin stop playin around aight homie cmon pplz vote on this battle cmon |
It can be a one-way love. We'll make it work. Actually, I'LL MAKE IT WORK.
Anyway, votes. |
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