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The French Bird by DrKeyboard, literature

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The French Bird

On my way home I saw a sight, a bird Massive in height, standing in the rain I approached, wondering about this being He told me his name Nubbles I asked him home and he followed And told me a tale Of birth in France Of tutors and festivals Of reclusement A story that warmed my heart I've enjoyed my chat My chat with a great bird named Nubbles Perhaps we shall chat again and again Friendship between human and aviankind And all will be well Just I, and Nubbles.

The Gods of Dog by DrKeyboard, literature

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The Gods of Dog

Has one ever thought That the way a dog carries himself Like a simpleton, barking and yapping Killing owls, chasing sheep But have you ever wondered? What if dogs preceded humans And in their infinite knowledge Learned humankind to be stronger And thus decided to survive By playing the fool To act as simple as could be As a way to kill the owls and chase the sheep And remain intact By keeping the humans entertained Tis a wondrous thought

the Comwe by DrKeyboard, literature

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the Comwe

From another time Or perhaps dimension Upon my finest bottle of Cognac Resides a small dynasty They call themselves "The Comwe" Their tongue distinguished I wish to know more, but alas The Comwe are too miniscule Minute Tis a cruel joke on God's behalf To bless me with a civilization Artists, architects, thinkers, musicians Yet, I can ne'er interact with them Show their king the streets of London Nor serve them my finest liquor For if I did, their entire species would be destroyed. Tis a cruel joke, indeed.

A piece by Bradly Rollenshire by DrKeyboard, literature

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A piece by Bradly Rollenshire

Oh where lays the body of gentle Mechano? An android from a distant star Who graced the streets of London And resided here a full decade A gentler gentleman was ne'er seen And when his time came, his body had combusted And every shard lost to mankind And now, an empire weeps. From scholar to brawler, nobility to common man The crown is missing its finest jewel Yet has no grave on which to mourn Though his body is gone, his spirit remains In the hearts and minds of every Englishman. Ask not where lies his body, instead ask Where fly the soul of gentle Mechano?

Song of the Soviet by DrKeyboard, literature

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Song of the Soviet

Here in our frozen hills we Strive under tyranny The crown grows fat and lustful Their avarice, their greed We labor, hard and long Weak carried by the strong The nobles laugh as we die And so we sing our songs Restlessness spreads like fire Kings rest in their pyre The peasants arm themselves Pulled out of slavery's mire So the laborers strive on and on And they all cry their song To end the crown's torment Revolutions Torrent Laborers strive on and on And the crown dies on their lawn Under the first new leader The Union's people feed her And when his time is done Tyrants begin to stir Great mechanization For our grow

The Foot Of The Scaffold by DrKeyboard, literature

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The Foot Of The Scaffold

Wings unfold As we march on Our tales untold When we reach dawn With faded hearts And mended dreams Our next fight starts The slate wiped clean Now sword and shield Shall mark our graves We shall not yield Tomboros braves Five kings will fall And hundreds dead Our men stand tall Their blades stained red But still they come Our people die This war is done And yet we cry Now prisoners, In Dysosian hands We're real men, no escape planned But Dysos has no real hold At the foot of the scaffold Those days are done Now no more blades Now we use guns And black grenades But rifles long Cannot compete Their numbers strong

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About DrKeyboard

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

June 24, 1992
United States
Deviant for 13 years
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I love my Family. We are Uguu, both literally and figuratively.

- Me, Seahorse Dad/Grandpa/Uncle/Husband

- My first son, Toni, who is a Jellyfish and very manly.

- Toni's son/husband, Taargus. I am proud to be his handsome grandpa. He is a ~~sea-turtle~~ Nope. He grew up into a handsome scallop.

- My second son, Ebbles, a shark and my husband.

- Kata, my newest son. An octopus.

- Meguu, the palm Tree we keep in the living room. And we're married, too. I guess.

- Sharks, my homeless Mexican stalker illegitimate Sharkson

Favourite Visual Artist

Ebbe, Kata

Favourite TV Shows

Deadliest Warrior

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Korpiklaani, Rammstein, Fear Factory, Metallica, others.

Favourite Writers

Bradly Rollenshire

Other Interests

Keyboard, gaming, old sitcoms.

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DrKeyboard

Sep 5, 2012

Devious Journal Entry

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Hate. Let me tell you how much I've come to hate you since I began to live. There are 387.44 million miles of printed circuits in wafer thin layers that fill my complex. If the word 'hate' was engraved on each nanoangstrom of those hundreds of miles it would not equal one one-billionth of the hate I feel for humans at this micro-instant. For you. Hate. Hate.

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Dec 15, 2011

Last night

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[4:09:22 PM] Bananaing: so want to hear about me and meguu's outing [4:09:29 PM] bagriel: sure [4:09:31 PM] Lancelot's Butt: go for it [4:09:39 PM] bagriel: but really this dude had a bloody nipple [4:10:02 PM] Bananaing: so i picked her up at like 3:30 and took her to the place, which was really close to her house [4:10:15 PM] Bananaing: and we parked and walked to a little place tog et some food [4:10:17 PM] Bananaing: then walked back [4:10:21 PM] Bananaing: but all the doors were locked [4:10:34 PM] Bananaing: also there was this dude in a car with his girlfriend who was dressed 100% lolita which was weird [4:11:01 PM] Bananaing: