Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

First rule of the loop....
freedom is blood sacrifice for profit.

Second rule.... close the loop.

Send the young, the wise, to the cross.
Honor and glory are untouchable.
Dissent is the devil, in God exhaust.
Defeat all enemies unseen, real or imagined.

Europe once threw a mustard gas brawl.
A thousand Hemingways jumped at the chance,
threw punches at another flag,
melted fists, fabric and earth.

What mattered was the code,
the loop.

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I saw the greatness, the maneuver;
the breakthrough, staked with borrowed blood.
I saw it clearly as purposeful moral courage;
a megaton sermon on the mount.

I built a box around me, severed all ties.
I hum to the frequency of an air conditioner.
My desert is always a perfect 72 degrees;
cable news on dish, old glory pins on their lapels.

I have already experienced heat.
I pray to it from my bunker.
I worship the staggering payment.
I remain triumphantly confident.

What matters is the code,
the loop.

Absolutely marvelous write mnaz.

I feel in the loop....

Is that good or bad....

Sometimes I feel in the noose.....

I know that is bad.


Absolutely loved this, thank-you so much.

:start
while (done==0)
{
Death()
Horror()
Collect(profit)
If (profit>0)
done = 0
Else
done = 1
}

If (greed!=0)
Goto (:start)

mnaz... that sent me into a loop.

welcome back.

mystery rider
with words of gold
only way to feel the highway
on foot

.....kind of a "silent scream", of sorts.....

It's all been written before..... will be written again.

(It is the loop, after all)

Thanks.

I'm Outta da loop and into the whole!
Like man, I'm on the outside looking out and feeling good!
dig?


A "silent scream", whispered in lonely unity.

Nice work Mnaz...and good to hear from you too.

H