Topical Pic Tourny: Insanity vs Vern Acular

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  1. Supaman_EBT

    Supaman_EBT Don't Call It a Comeback.

    Aug 31, 2001
  2. castro'DAMUS

    castro'DAMUS j o e y h o f f a

    Feb 24, 2002
    'DOT' = . - replace the DOT with an Actual .
    Some of you are still unclear on what exactly your objective in this tournament is as far as what to do is concerned. Construct a verse using one of the pictures provided, with that picture you will be responsible for creating some kind of story, or whatever you want to make using the picture, be creative, anymore questions, email me at
  3. bigKEN

    bigKEN Hoosier Daddy??

    Apr 24, 2000
    checkin in
  4. Vern Acular

    Vern Acular 12x RSTL Champ

    Oct 10, 2001
  5. Vern Acular

    Vern Acular 12x RSTL Champ

    Oct 10, 2001
    m using the fireman picture...

    a strong sent of sulfur sufficates the space within my nose
    im feeling nautious now, cause everytime i talk i taste the smoke
    the flames arose, and then the dense debree just blanketed the road
    the blaze out of control, paved the way for the H2O
    escaping souls, bodies burned, concerned, we couldn't save em all
    pain exhaulted it was devestating when the plane hit wall
    it aint out fault, i understand, but damn! this opague assault
    made us all feel insucure to see the towers break and fall
    a vague insult, the salt that sat inside my pores began to pour
    on the floor asymmetrical to blood within the morgue
    tans were sore, famine swarmed, and well, not one man was warned
    when a frantic storm of ash just covered us up and new york
    man the force was overwhelming, im exhausted from the work
    and all of it exerted pressure on my body til it burst
    to those that thought it could be worse, well you're wrong of it im sure
    cause the people lying lifeless look like possoms in the dirt
    see the toxins on my shirt, they've all been used to give me harm
    and the power of the hose has posed a bruise upon the arm
    quite seducing and a charm, its like the fire draws you in
    the flames are like a snake that stares you in the face, an awful blend
    it stops and grins, grabs a hold of you then scolds and chalks your skin
    apocolypse that talks with lisp until the point it mocks us men
    it conviscates are oxygen, a lot of it can take a life
    planes and flames? this situation proves two wrongs dont make a right
    everyday and night, i follow these routines that stay alike
    that's why my rage and might'll take me to the top to face the light
    im a savior spliced between the means of seeded good and evil
    but my sanity impedes the screams when seeing blood from people
    stuff is lethal, now its great, and im a pathologic liar
    and this catastrophic fire proves this man cannot retire
    throwing tantrums will expire those that try to play with heat
    today the grief, engaged the sleep in me i breathe unpatiently
  6. bigKEN

    bigKEN Hoosier Daddy??

    Apr 24, 2000
    ...using the KKK picture​
    Grown from a boy to a man, made my choice to stand
    Up amongst brethren, since better men join the Klan
    Since these n.iggers, gays, and j.ews, play to Satan’s tune
    I was raised to choose, a fate that was hate consumed
    Soldier for divine good, my hood the most flagrant sign
    Out thin slits I aim to find, Christ and Caucasian pride
    Save grace in stride, from that first drop of Baptism
    I was deemed to bring peace through means of Fascism
    My dream was to see me and my fellow Klan livin’
    In a serene planet spinnin’ with heebs and japs missin’
    I keep dreamin’ that vision, crosses engulfed in flames
    Show those who lost his name, the cost of his pain
    The lost often claim, since we all don this plane
    We should all be gone with hate, and get along and change
    They’ve gone insane, I’ve accepted this life I was born in
    Slowly speakin my oath to uphold white pride, I’m sworn in
    That night it was official, I was another proud Klansman
    Sharing a new found passion, so glad now I had them

    Two years later, I remember that night so vivid
    It realigned convictions, I once held so high and stringent
    News of a rape, black perpetrator and a fine white victim
    We gathered the brothers, and a rope that was tied for lynchin’
    We spied the niglet, tryin’ to hide underneath a bridge
    Curled like a fetus lives, lungs barely breathin’ beneath his ribs
    He had been crying for sometime, now too scared to move
    Knowing what we were there to do, he was prepared to choose
    Death, he made no struggle as we brutally beat him
    I couldn’t understand his reasons, he made no effort for freedom
    Every punch and kick we would feed him, he stood bleedin’
    Re-arising every time we knocked out his feet beneath him
    He was a proud man, he had so much to lose now and yet
    He didn’t move when we put the loose noose around his neck
    The noose was tightened, the rope strung over a tree branch
    A surprising silence heightened, as the brothers heaved back
    No longer that deep coffee brown, since they’d beat his body down
    His purple physique arose… lifting his feet off the ground
    He finally started to struggle, violently gasping for air
    I could see the error in my ways, from actions took there
    His body went limp, we left him elevated towards the heavens
    That day I adorned a lesson, as each day meant more depression
    Since then I’ve formed impressions, of tolerance and peace
    Now I’m the newly sworn president, of the NAACP
  7. Vern Acular

    Vern Acular 12x RSTL Champ

    Oct 10, 2001
    so when are votes due, and who votes?
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