Buried Gems Fancy Octopus

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Come enjoy some poetry with Fancy Octopus and the prisoners of "Lost In narration" Matthew and Erik as they read "Chicago For Carl Sandberg" by James Bradley Macullum.
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WE FINALLY GO CAMPING. Come pitch some tents with FancyOctopus, ToxicGold, and Jake as we read some more "Of Yokai and Hopeless Romantics" by Pewternatural.
 
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The paint cracks on my baby blue wall. Chips fall upon me as I frown. "Babe hows the room coming along?" I here my wife call to me. "Going great, just need to grab some paint" I holler back across the fixer upper. "Well you better hurry... the Johnsons are coming over and I don't want to look a fool." Grimacing, I began my trek to the garage. About halfway down the stairs I slip upon some stair butter and tumble down the 3 flights. Lying in a crumpled heap with bone sticking out my wife comes upon me. "Oh Harold stop playing." I try to respond but my vertebrae has jammed through my throat and I can barely breath through. "Oh you're so useless with that weak spine and ugly face. Why did I marry such a heap of broken bones? Well I guess if I put you in the foyer I can say your some type of art piece. You know maybe the Johnsons will like a single lady moving in." And with that I became the best damn art piece you ever did see.
Come check out the Sci-Fi power couple from the past with Bob Buel, TR, and Fancy Octopus as they read "Settle" by Anne Macleod and "Backtrack" by Burt Filer.
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I wobble up the hill, stumbling every few steps from the shackles around my ankles. Legionnaires surround me but none of them are willing to look me in the eyes. Upon reaching the top of the hill I'm forced to my knees and my neck is placed upon a stump. A stunning horse, with the torso of a woman with hair of gold atop, trots upon the hill up to the stump. In her hand I see my end, a gold hilted sword. I look up at the goddess. "You have been brought here for execution for the charge.. of being TOXIC."
Listen to FancyOctopus, Joe, and Izzy rant with chaotic energy while reading the story "Civilised Chaos Anthology" by GrooveCat.
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I trip over bramble wires and gash open my good knee. "Crap" I mutter to myself as I get up to limp through the abandoned IKEA. I had to keep moving. Behind every turn there was more of... them. My only advantage was my speed and I couldn't afford to lose it. The moon shone brightly through the sun roof leaving behind stark shadows. Stepping quickly to the left, into the light, I turn and slam my shin into a... "Oh no!" I yelp. I quiver as my assaulter, a light brown hardwood coffee table stands above with scissors. "Why so fast furry boy? I just want a clip!" The table then collapsing on me... ensuring I am never seen again.
Come take a dive into the past and talk about tables with FancyOctopus, Spacehouse from "Lost in Narration", and Ben from "Unrepeated Show Show" as they read "The Strange, Stranger" by MissJedi20.
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A Golden Transgression has stepped forth into the sacrificial pit. He removes his hood and looks up at us. We understand his loss and he understands its importance. I wipe tears collecting at the bridge of my nose as the incantation begins. A rhythmic chant " Muzzarella...Ricottaaa" starts off as a whisper. Slowly we all join in and it begins to crescendo. The Golden Transgression gets on one knee and lets out a sustained bellow shaking us to our bones. We keep chanting. Electricity begins reverberating through the air as our chanting continues and the Golden Screaming intensifies. After 10 minutes of crescendo a bright yellow explosion lightens the pit and knocks me down. Silence. I get up on my knees to see..... there he was.... a gold cat of heroic proportions.... carrying a plate of lasgna.
Come find out how to live like a Kamehameha with Fancy Octopus, GarQueef, and Toxic Gold as they read "The End of Garfield" by Gentlemen Genocide Machine.
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