Chris Rock Comic Strip Live Stand Up

Happy Valentine's Day, Love

Slight infatuation with a stranger...

Trapped together within the Cages of the Internet...

Commonly grounded on topics of virtual realities

And manipulative waifus of playful Harems.

He, my favorite of the many waifus I have forced into matrimony,

Including the one of the title HoneyBee,

Became a harbor to share comedic antics and

Awkward relapses of PvP induced arthritis.

My Princess of Redbeard!

Oh! Joyous day for senpai has noticed me!

He hath the most luscious of curled facial fibers of Red.

Even so my mother warned:

Never trust a ginger…

But dearest I trust that he

Not break this little rose secluded within wiry entangles of needle-like spines… #Sarcasm2OP

A smile, as bright as the molten blob of

Solar flares and gaseous combustion.#SunFarts

Tempting the Inhabitant of Earth

To gaze upon a Modern Medusa

(included with male organs)

And so she glances and cries:

“IT BURNS! God in heaven tell Cupid to

‘F*CK OFF!’”

Though this feels like Hou-Yi never shot down the

Jade Emperor's nine suns

Too hot to breathe on the Sodom that is

Earth

Heaven is not so far away

Anymore

Conversations cringe worthy to most,

“Turd Blossom!”

“Piss Pillow!”

“Ugly whore with terets!”

“Can I be your whore?”

“Sure, so this means I can touch your boobs right?”

Are just more ways to say “I love you”

I wish to preside within the Lair of Bears

To kiss a babe’s face adorned in prissy red pricks

To wake with his protective presence

To meet a day together, rather than apart

I wish you were a girl...

Sweet Sickness from kisses

Ignite the fervent fever of my immune systems result in

A disease,

That festers from the heart and spreads throughout the body

Like a cancer.

It pulls me into the straps of a gurney

At the Hospital of Natividad.

Oh! Sweet inevitable death will not be so wrong,

If you are the one to kill me.

Happy Valentine’s Day

愛してる

3 kinda sorta metaphors

I am a home,

I am a prison.

My friendly guests gamble in a game.

In a death sentence, I have caught

Faces of the damned tell their grim tales.

Beating drums chatter to the snapping of limbs.

I am a home as I am a prison,

A war-ridden wasteland.

Like bullets they fly in drones.

My fiberglass net flexes latching to prisoners of War,

Crafted by a Warden, my tech is advanced;

Advanced as the stars crafted from the elements.

I am a prison.

The Warden creeps along my concrete walls and iron bars.

She prepares for the executions of her charges.

The many souls locked within their cages,

They beg and struggle.

I have no ear nor heart to listen.

At Word's End (not Pirates of the Caribbean)

At World’s End

Much like the sun, fading into oblivion.

Nothingness infects the lands like an

Infectious disease.

No cure for Infinite Nothingness.

Lost in a sea of waste.

Life cannot thrive in a dead battleground.

Seed of Life,

Diminished.

Nothing left of the world we destroyed.

Laughter disappeared from this place,

Hope along with it.

As the World’s weight came crashing on itself.

Nothing could save the many lives that walked in the Near Shore.

As the Clock slowed, tick-tock

Silence will fall!

Not even the flaming passion of love we held so dear lasts in the dark

Eventually all blazes will cease

No stars will light the dark sky

Nothing,

When the Clock stopped,

Silence!

Yet a single soul still exists

A single flower, blooming in the darkness

Thriving,

Radiating light of its own

Red, warm

Much like the warmth a mother bestow on her favorite child.

A single thread held its neck high

Spore-like creatures danced, free

Of the many mistakes we made to preserve ourselves

Why hadn’t we let nature be?

The Clock has reset

Tick

Tick

Tock

Tick

Tock

Silence has fallen!

Dogs Being Dogs

Lost

Lost

Waves beat on the shores of jagged beaches

Like the sound of drums

Like strings of the finest hair screech and scratch at the rocks

The gulls’ hoarse from calling to the sea

Rapid beating of hearts in tune with cries of a vessel

Collision

Celestial fires of the empyrean region

Peek from the grayness of an obsidian sky

Molten sounds wrap the borders of the forsaken boat

The waters calm, whispering their doom

The storm passes

Leaving a man stranded

On the soft shores, cloud-like sand

He bawls and bellows for ghosts long dead

Panic escapes his throat

Replies cease

Corrupted silences fall

Cries erupt like magma escaping

From a stone prison

Mourning comes

Day breaks

Nothing but the tempo of the

Waves fill his mind

Hush, Hush

Memories plague his world

Cold, Frozen like the wasteland of a Lost Kingdom

Then a glimmer of hope

Children

Wife

“I am coming home”

Imprints disappear from the pearlescent sands

As the green waters wash them away

Wisps sheppard him to their haven

Rays of colored dust billow around their figures

Whispers of Wisps

Prophecy of a Lost Soul

To be Found

A key

A key to home rests in a single challenge

A dual

A dual with champion of Nemesis

Metal clash and clang

Porous liquid seeps through torn fabric

And with the hand that strikes

On the Fates’ threads

The man stands, soles deep within

Dead flesh

The Earth cries

Victory

The Gatekeeper walks, treads on the ground

The man acquires the key

The key to open the Heavenly Gates

They appear, Wife and Children

Radiant innocence follows their path to

Father and Husband

Love of Muses

Love of Muses

Light tap of keys resonate and vibrate

The sounds of a stringed instrument, accented with ebony

High-pitched, delicate,

Barely audible but very much pleasing to the ear

His hands glide gracefully,

Occasionally there was a stumble a beautiful stumble,

Perfect in its imperfection

Flustered, he made it all the more precious

Much joy filled this heart of mine, laughter nearly escaped my lips

I could hear his heart-beat that beats for another

Though well I know even as my heart danced toward his,

He would never take my hand

His voice breaks the sound barrier of my heart,

Yet his heart is but a whisper

I sat there, afraid to disrupt such beauty but he seemed to be in a distant land,

Conquering each note with superior dominance

The whispering rasps of battle dance onto the walls and make their descent to my ear,

Then heart

I sat next to the player of vibrance and glory,

Afraid that my presence would compel him to abruptly stop such divine meditation

I disappeared from his sight

While my hand lay on the device vibrating life seeped into my fingertips

His music like drums beating on crags of rock,

penetrating the sediment’s hard surface, exposing the inner hearth of my heart

I wanted nothing more than to give him music of my voice,

I desired to manipulate words on my tongue along with the taps and rings of his Muses

I wish for this moment to end soon, for my heart shall break as each note is caressed

Am I in love?

Why him?

Why this stern look of poised anger give me comfort?

Why someone who would never love the Muse of my heart?

Love like the shadow of the Night

Subtle, paces quick

Like flames clinging to a dying wick of wax

Young love

Dies young