Beetle Pimp

Sep 13, 2023

Beetle Pimp was blown apart by massive guns. He hit the ground rolling. His teeth were badly shattered. “Take away my pain,” whispered Beetle Pimp.

The village mothers came looking for their collective child. They searched the rivers. The scrounged through mud flaps. They dug up wooden carrots. 

“Who was taken our trust?” Asked a peasant woman.

The Tsar descended from heaven atop a nude headmaster. “Taketh me into your ass,” ordered the spoilt Tsar. 

The peasants could not trust. Not after what they had been forced to witness. The holy books marked this day in red letters. It was immortalized as ‘Deep Depression December First’. 

My family found my writings. They laughed for a little while. Then they turned sour. They became angry. 
“He writes like a little beggar!” Screamed my makers. “His bold potential is left on the cutting room floor!” 
I tried to appeal. This proved distasteful in their minds. I was sent to my cell, naked and alone.

I get so fucking angry when I can’t spell properly. My poor fingers can’t keep up with my heavenly mind. It is fucking infuriating. I wish that I could just speak my words onto the page. Same with music. I hate being pulled out of my flow-state. 

Everest is atop a lantern, which is inside the mouth of a dragon. 
The granite emerald tablets are scattered across the floor. Little kids were drowned in the waters. 

The serfs were brutally beaten. The landowners began to allow their children to attend university. Everything changed after that.     

    Those rich families began to trade in armadillo meat. The powerful European continent was shaken to its core. Nothing would ever be the same…

A similar development was underway in America. A young man had walked into a trap. For this, there was no redemption. He was shuffled off to court. He was badly beaten by the big book of the law. The towns people had always said he was naughty. 

The man, his name being Mack, was trolleyed off to prison. He was shown little compassion from his cell mates.

A beautiful Bluejay came to visit Mack one night. He whispered into Mack’s ear. Mack learned to float.