Creativity with a passion…for a purpose!
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As told in “F” rhyming poetic form by Jake Johnstone in alien head rough draft above…
“For the skies. Feral one adrenalized…”Why?”…Foreign to humans…Foreign to want them…Fragile and fractured…Fred Fantastic???…Frumpish impetuously…???…Frumpish impetuous…”
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“On the day of the rain…The pain of not knowing…The inane anamoly…taking over my being…staring…inside me…This reality is not something to foresee…To be…To just…be…feels…like…a…lie…right now…”
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As told by Jake Johnstone: “Wandering Walter: The Tale of The Lost One”
Lost in a circle. Over and over nothing like Rover. Continuous but he’s still with his eyes closed. Tumultuous digging in a skinwalker ranch…yet still in reality this man’s eyes appear closed. Excavating, stirring, thumping…yellow/green dyed 45 gallons of water seeped instantly in the tree brush he dug out via yellow bobcat machine…
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As told by Jake Johnstone:
Alec Alley; from Pemberbury, Maryland. From an alley. NOT your alley. The only alley left in Pemberbury where only one resident resides…[KK returns]…
“Timid Timothy:The Story of The Nervous One”
Timothy never saw much.
Timothy never did draw much.
A light bulb face. Static all over the place.
Disastrous wind. No sin in his soul; but…he saw it at the local mall.
A massacre of bodies.
Supernatural smoke. Electricity in space-like fashions spoke. Spooky, but fast like an anomalous mirage in the desert…fading away…
paralyzed
lying
10 mins…
Staring…
Fading…
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From the mind of the robot that wouldn’t stop losing his oil…(urine)[As told by Jake Johnstone:] ” Gone through the times. Gone through the rhymes. No one knew… except for Drew. A tale of a pissing one. A tale for long. Worn for long. Strong Armour. Dealt with aliens…but, he’s a robot. A Patrick; if you will…A clone of another one…looking into the mirror of the same one…confused and looking…Trip outdated with a mind forgotten…A lest to be… a journey through the red…”
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As told by Jake Johnstone:
“A torn lament. A broken block of granite. This story is about a nervous one filled with extreme amounts of anxiety…Scary Steve Panther Annoying…”True Story”…A dot in on the map within the radar of life … A drone stuck…i83 neutral fatigue… Not even the United States of America or South … A planet particular thumping perpendicular insanity of red flowing from the dead…A particular robot…Gone off laughing not so artificial since 2041…The illegal activity brought the demise of that Earth…Earth once there…This particular…Sunday…This robot was furious with extreme amounts of anxiety…“
To Be Continued…
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As told in rhyming form by Jake Johnstone:
” Bart did not know he existed. Bart did not know he was gifted. Not in the normal sense. These actions were his penance. 1984 he happened to fall onto… the wrong floor. The door from his actions was relenting… Although he knew not much … Bart knew a certain rush associated with a lush never-ending thirst. Red was all that was there…care for air…or an understanding there did not exist…Brain-Dead Barthomelew was he… “
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As told in rhyming form by Jake Johnstone:
” Not a day goes by that Franklin doesn’t have a hankering for something. Apple for a bugle. Cinnamon for a dog. Everything for a Fortmeyer. Glad for a hot plate. Inescapable jumps for the pumps at the local fitness center. Kicks for the love handles. Moons over his hammies for the Neptunes. Organ donor but… Pipers in toy-form only… Franklin stopped smoking in ’66. Quirky for the plant-based jerky since the GMOs in foods. Restitution for the sickness since cancer set in…Tribune for the underground but…a voyage wonderfully yearly to Utah visiting Xmas with his grandparents…”
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Nothing brought to this particular Thursday in Pemberbury, MD should be mentioned…
Although, Forpscythe News 71 thought differently about this particular story as told by news reporter Matthew Penbrook…
A story within a Story news segment: “Matthew Penbrook here on the side of a RISE TO THE HEAVENS COFFEE shop fearing for my life reporting what gruesome horror story I just witnessed. A man bit his hand, then the main barista at RISE TO THE HEAVENS COFFEE shop when electricity bolts went flying, and still are everywhere!! As waiting on a helicopter to pick me up … some man zappin’ electricity bolts at living dead creatures trying to break the local coffee shop down with brute force!! Unlike anything, I have ever seen!! ‘Static Addict Matt Rick’ is all I heard screaming from 20-40 people screaming from surrounding apartment windows as I’m being brought inside the helicopter to safety away from the hordes of undead creatures.
“This has been Matthew Penbrook… stay safe indoors Pemberbury!!”
As told by Jake Johnstone:
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I never knew real organic feelings. “A kick to tubby! A punch to paletee!!”……As I look upon the Stoney gravel black pavement I walk on with beat-up reeboks, a pale-white-tee shirt, and black sweatpants; the rainy blizzard of hail snow pours down from the sky. A walk home in the rain…
A walk home in pain. A lost one stuck on a road kicking toads in the road. I lost my parents in a fire…they died…I stayed…where the fire was located when started by the local teenagers that constantly picked on me day by day…this Wednesday it was right when I walked home…
A cell phone wasn’t existent in those ’80s days… A cop happened to be driving by as the fire got worse and worse… As I was right there… A blank stare is all I remember…
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