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Pop Culture Prophesy ala Paranoia

  • Avatar of Jordan Willis

    I liked all the podcasts title incorperated into the poem.

    G-Man

    I’m on TV! Oh shit! First Cops now this! I’m gonna be a star, son! – Shorty

    Avatar of Donald Martin

    Very good Narutard 

    • These gathering hosts of loyal junkies, under the command of the great SCOTT
    Avatar of James Keeling

    No empty platitudes here, that was really well done.  Good job, I look forward to seeing more… 

    SynapticJam on Toast – hhhmmm… tastes like chicken (aka PUVJK)

    Avatar of ogreoregon

    It was very visual and unusual in the way you fit it all together. the working in of the podcasts and podcast characters and scenes. You did a good job creating stranger than usual, ethereal mind pictures….and then?

    *** I am Renfield to Sigler’s Dracula ***

    Avatar of Benjamin "The BenT One" Clifford

     i wrote this for my creative writting class as a poem assignment. i tried to cram as many podcast references into it as humanly possible. i even mentioned the Great and Glorious Sigler. see if you can spot all the podcast references.

    To begin,

    The dark overlord of the future bursts forth into
    a sea of black corruption, his chest held high and
    his head shining with a bright light

    The white soldier is wary, for the Son of the Seventh wheel
    shall make his move in two years with the passing of
    the keeper of the city

    A pirate rouge rides the high seas while
    the butterflies in the lands of the East
    dance in the City of Metamor

    A dimension made from the slivers of Heaven and Hell
    parts for a man shrouded in a black shadow
    to strike from the crescent moon

    A hall of broken mirrors reveals a blind man cast in blood
    who waits for the next film that was
    once lost in the waves

    The fire of a beating pulse flies through a new world order
    as a failed utopia vomits forth the
    blood of the innocent

    The sound of a bell peels in the night as the lonely man who cannot sleep waits forever

    And then …

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