The Quarter Finals were another solid week where we saw just one no show. I’ll start on that, and say that the no show was by Dirty Work. Months ago, he informed us in the crew that he sick. He had an operation (and still posted) during the 2nd week, and in the 3rd he took a turn and had to go back in. He kept me up to date on everything, so I appreciate it and hope you’re doing alright man. The people that went out showed a lot of skill, and it leaves the question, who are the last men standing?
Iron Mike
Although only two topicals to vote on, Mike showed that he had a good understanding of topicals and managed to drop his votes with an insightful in helpful manner, whilst describing well why he was voting the way he did. Appreciate it man.
Writer 4
The Hourglass Path
Existence is contained in an individual system
Mandated via focused attention in a visual prism
An hourglass, as hours pass gentle grains plummet softly
As do people who slip through, peaceful, while the sun sits glossy
Irradiating important instances in a golden haze
Holds it's rays of molten blaze over events from olden days
We're told to gaze upon the past through the narrow waist
But let sands of time's bandage blind like in a pharaohs place
Those we don't interact with fall below, where the trash is
All alone, barely ashes, where cold winter's grasp hits
While stronger personas muster past the minimum
Struggle to hold position in the upper half continuum
Though without active mindfulness they won't find full bliss
Destined to slip into the unkempt environments
Sun-swept retirement where they wait to be entombed
Since the lost of last lives is blatantly assumed
I left a lot behind, that dirty rotten crime
Mixed minutes with messy people, the down trodden kind
Slowly switched spots, in time, for better things
A nice life with the wife type and tempered rings
I let her bring direction, substitute for substances
The extra push to start busting through, be done with this
Which worked, until my butterfly had begun to die
Left to wonder why I caught her with another guy
Not even yesterday, when better ways spanned the horizon
Still have no answers for why and damn that I'm cryin
In a park in the dark and I shouldn't be there again
Found an old friend, empty eyes that I'm starin in
Isn't rememberin me, I should be scared of him
My familiar host approaches with my old heroine, heroin
Went beyond, never gave a second though to the sour past
Until I saw you today and it flipped my hourglass
Vs
Writer 6 (Row)
TRAPPED IN A HOURGLASSINTRODUCTION
It all takes place in no dream, neither a sequel of death,
In an hourglass with no sand – its people instead,
a place with no reason to feel gleeful and blessed,
Kronus is the keeper, his mind so evil and messed,
Flips the hourglass once a year, that day’s full of yearly whimpers
‘cause the ones to drop first either die or are severely injured
durability and your stance on this day makes official your safety
we get the strength from nutrients by sucking the nipples of ladies,
they know the importance of their breast so they aint gigglin’ greatly
cause that’s our only source of food, it doesn’t seem civil, it’s crazy
but we suck solely for that day, to endure every obstacle
so we can live on and see if getting out will ever be possible…
there’s a myth that if you’re out of here and into the wide and open
one will evolve from mini size to the size of Kronus.
As we lived on as some died, we’ve gotten further acquainted
shared our hopes and dreams via murmurs and waited..
DAY 358 - ONE WEEK BEFORE ROTATION
Still don’t remember how I got here or how long its been
that we have been here and lived on without oxygen
and now there’s only one female remaining
and without her, we’d easily die, so we tried to keep on retaining.
while standing in line for the nipple, I looked up and saw
what appeared to be a little hole on the side of the middle
I had to tell William the Wisest but Crippled
from the many times he has survived in this pickle
he was ahead of the line, so I left this spot
and tapped his shoulder as he turned and asked “you have a question, Scott? “
I gently pulled him out the line cause he was weakly jointed
and went to my spot where I told him “look” as I discretely pointed
and his eyes widened, whispered “Eureka, this best not be a blasted reverie”
as he blinked tightly, taking pics with his photographic memory
did some things with his hands and said “My god”, yet he claimed Athiest
he said “that hole is too small, we need someone with the same radius.”
He spent some time going around mentally measurin’ ones
from their shoulder to the middle of their head till he said “better give up”
till he realized he aint check me out like a libraries’ television
and he mentally measured then smiled and said “yes let’s end this mission!”
“we got to get you trained in strength for this exit that you came upon,
this is our only chance Scott, you’re the one that can save us all!”
DAY 364 – MINUTES BEFORE DAY OF ROTATION
William made calculations to determine where’s the perfect spot
so I got myself positioned whilst standing like a nervous mom
now Kronus appeared as expected, he’s about to turn this clock
and now it’s my show until the curtains drop.
he turned it 180 degrees quickly so no time was wasted
and we all began to fall, my heart beating, all tight n racin’,
the hole was coming quick, I was questioning whether I can make it
and before I knew it I was hanging on, tighter than the eyes of Asians
I looked down to see cryin’ faces, hit the bottom, and their movements ruined,
and William passed by giving me a look that said “you can do this”
so I climbed “nervously, feeling badass” like first time truant students
as I climed and I easily fit through like some diluted fluid
crawled through and fell on to the surface of this strange dimension
I immediately looked at Kronus and I saw his face with tension
but luckily, it was to the hourglass that he paid attention
and all of a sudden I felt a rather quaint ascension
the myth was true! I “rose” like the US embassy
he was sitting cross-legged, my shadow towered and then he
turned around. I felt like Marley; the way he stared dreadfully
with his eyes poppin’ like Goodman, he got up and fled the scene
My kind are finally relieved, I shared their empathy
as I grabbed the hourglass, peered and said “we have changed ourdestiny.”
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