Future Depictions


A fat-man died in the sands that cradle.

Into the speeding depths of the skies of ignorance, the unprepared are imprisoned in fear-

Harvesting towering sands, like crops the people tower;  endlessly awakening the heard. The melting face, of an idle mannequin, is used as an ice cream topping. Melting into cannon barrels.

Being used as the cream cones of sin.

Because into the future, are fathers of science, and soldiers of war shall combine-

they will lessen our reach over the web.

Our books will be banned, and society will be watched. Nobody will speak freely, not even the rich. Only the armed.

And you will see, that the government breeds. Men straight for the purpose of war.

Women will be free, and free into the darkness, shrouded by AI towers.

Cars will die. And be replaced with lesser cars. That make the others go obsolete.

Buildings will speak, and know you by name. And tell you secrets.

Countries will separate from one another.

Boats will be like frogs; they will hop from one place to the next.

Skin will forget what skin is.

People will give power to lamed objects, and some will bow before them.

The Atom bombs once feared by nations. Will go obsolete; they will turn them into fuel.

And people will be pleased by this.

Animals will pass away…Many won’t return.

And new bombs will seek out, like men on limbs, to search for who the powerful wish to die.

Children will live fast, and die young.

Clothes will be simply clothed creations, lacking passion.

The kids of the future will create contrary ideals-

And old ways will die off.

Good words will be remembered by great people.

But the villains of the past shall go faceless.

Businesses will weep, and poverty will be cheered.

Men will mate with idols (robots).

Christians will be feared.

T.V. will become dormant, and reruns will be prevalent-

but great films of the future will mindlessly ensnare the mindless.

Drugs that enhance strength will be endless…But side effects that morph humans into animals will be inevitable.

People will know the Christians in the room, before they know the politicians.

Politics will die off, and be replaced by the military.

Companies will bow before who has the largest arms.

rockets will be crowed the aether, lone wolves will devour satellites NASA will be enslaved by green legionaries.

Black suited men will abduct children and stray men.

And the mind will be breached by mechanical androids.

And people will find themselves tears of joy and sorrow,

embracing Earth’s nature.

Copyright February 12, 2018


I made a new tumblr!




(This Tumblr has inspirational quotes and uplifting messages helping people deal with lifestyle issues, such as addictions, bullying, etc. It balances it out with slapstick comedy brought by character Deathbell, who tends to do contrary to what the hero does. It also strangely offers some strategies for the board game Chess from time to time. All in all humorous and interesting.)





~Excerpt from my Story The Trials of Mausoleum- Death and it’s Presence


Behind the Wall of WarRed-Rook and Deathbell continued to wander further into the SpookyCreaks forest;

Deathbell was an ominous looking, yet very attractive and eye catching Sorceress, she had long dark hair, her eyes had a piercing glow that tended to flicker like a lit flame. She wore a golden circlet, her skin was pale and placid, her blue lipstick and dark makeup only helped to enhance her menacing presence. Red-Rook was a burly looking man, his right eye was missing, and in place of it he wrapped his signature red blindfold to cover over it. His dark armor had red pauldrons, a fur cape and a red hood. He had a magnanimous presence, just the very sight of him and his heroism could inspire hope in any who saw him. He shook his head and looked back over to see Deathbell, floating next to him with feet off the ground, her narrowed eyes piercing through him, and her wicked ear-splitting grin sprawling across her face.

“You have absolutely no idea where your going, do you boy?”

Red-rook shrugged his shoulders, and grunted, “Yeah…. Sure, yeah I know where we’re going…Uh, straight path, right?”

“Don’t right me, doofus for brains! YOU know where we’re going, so go. Go on. Lead us up a pole!”

Red-Rook grunted, and shrugged forwards, with Deathbell floating eerily behind him, when suddenly, he lifted his eyes to something catching his gaze, “What’s that thing?”

Deathbell reached her hand forth, and pulled Red-Rook’s hood down over his eyes then floated forth,

“What’s what thing? It’s probably just your eyebrows again. Speaking of eyebrows, we’re looking for Edward, remember?”

“No.” Red-Rook scoffed again, “It’s not my eyebrows, look there, I see a large house or something.”

Deathbell began to float toward its direction, “You know dumbass. We should go looking for Edward Wellstone first before we go running off exploring…”

“Ain’t no dumbass, dumbass! Besides, Edward is a boy, ain’t he? Ain’t them things s’pose to be tough and stuff? I bet he’s in that house.”

“You just want to go in there and shag!” Deathbell chuckled mockingly.

“HELL NO, Dumbbell! I hate you. Now let’s go, or I’ll twist your pointy ears back up into your nose!”

Deathbell and Red-Rook continued towards the ominous and decrypted large house, passing several dying weeping willow trees on their way there, they felt a terribly cold sensation take hold over them the closer they ventured into the courtyard.

Copyrightcopyright January 20, 2018

Excerpt from my Story The Trials of Cascadia~~ A Cold Fire


Behind the Wall of War

“Dear reader,
If you’re reading this letter, then it means you are clumsy.
but it also means you are lucky… Because any sooner, and I would have killed you.
Any sooner than that would’ve been the witching hour though. Because I was drunk then. It could’ve been a threesome.
Too bad you missed out human… I may be clever, but I woke up to the sandstorm, my migraine is
still quite bad. You might still have a chance. I left the scimitar behind after target practice just in case you do.
I can kill with my bare hands…

-XOXO’s from

Somebody you’re still looking for”


Cold-Stare wandered off deep into the burning sand and sun, her blackened veil felt warm against her face. The sand’s harsh winds almost seemed to welcome her body into them.

Copyrightcopyright December 8, 2017

The Insane Cat with a Bat


Burn baby burn, is the burn you learn

when you’re trying to get the government to learn.

Smoke honey smoke, is the fog of war;

to make the oppressed use tusks as if from boars-

baseball bat, baseball bat;

wielded by an insane cat, used to give the evil elite a good smack!

They will learn by way of wooden chunks;

hurled like Babe Ruth! And Jackie Robinson; at politicians slothful and sleuth-

because coppers that use army equipment;

their necks popped by angry fed up women!

And insane war generals, wearing red, white and blue;

hit like a baseball for homerun,

and all the way to ten-buck-two!

Burn baby burn, used like an advert for peace.

Smash baby smash;

when people no longer give a damn about green…

Ask the insane cat!! Ask the insane cat with a bat!

He knows he knows! He knows how to get congress to act! He says, “Hey kiddies! SMASH THEM SUCKERS WITH A BAT! Use the wood, to smash them derpy suckers good! Smash up the rich, and their neighborhoods…

The insane cat with a bat, says, “HOW YOU SUCKAS FEEL ABOUT THAT?!?”

The insane cat knows, let’s ask the cat:

Question: What if those dudes take away all our money?

Cat with a bat: Lol, that’s easy! Them suckers of war! Just smash up their houses, and force them suckas to give you more.

Question: But what if they send military-style weapons, and then arm all the cops?

Cat with a bat: This baseball bat will give their heads a good POP!

Question: What happens if they poison the media, and call us all criminals?

Cat with a bat: Pff! Them knuckle heads, do they not learn? Use metal steel beams to say, Burn baby burn!

Question: What if they come get us, and our friends?

Cat with a Bat: Then use tree branches to SMACK them and their heads!

Question: But what if they say to the nation, “No more guns?”

Cat with a bat: Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas kids! I say ARM THE POOR, with nearby branch sticks!

Question: What if they throw tear gas at our cause?

Cat with a bat: Those congress elite; every last one of them pigs! I say use big wooden beams, and then give their groans a good kick!

Question: What if they send soldiers, and they still don’t learn?

Cat with a bat: Even this metal aluminum bat say, Burn baby burn…

Question: What if America declares Martial Law?

Insane cat with a bat: Then I say vengeance! And justice for all!

Poem Meaning: Talks about the philosophy of the L.A. Riots, and 1960s riots, only in

a future set place in time in where oppression is so thick.

Seek to fight back with whatever they can, regardless of dying or not.

The idea of fusing Babe Ruth and Jackie Robinson’s image together into one to emphasis how this is no longer a ‘race issue’ more of a ‘authority versus minority’ issue.


Copyrightcopyright November 25, 2017

I made Tumblrs!


Hello friends, this is Gregory Thomas here.
I am letting you know that I made tumblrs!

Here you will find posts I made that are more pictures, than words-

mostly dealing with ingame pics taken from a video game called Skyrim.

Video gaming might not be your thing, but I still put in ‘REAL world content’ that you will most definitely find to be amusing. Loads with funny pictures I edited, and fun topics I posted containing humour, insight, and amusement. 🙂

You might also find the pictures to be pleasant to look at as well, which I hope you still continue to endorse, if you have a tumblr as well, please show your support.



   (This tumblr features a high elf  who lives in Skyrim. She claims to be ‘insane’ and a member of the Yakuza, and always posts things oriental, yakuza, or ingame related content. She is mostly humorous, yet sometimes posts cryptic messages…)



 (This tumblr is about an orc that likes conspiracies, the government, and may have a bunch of funny rambling that she will do about the government, aliens, and Illuminati. She usually offers comic relief, but can post some pretty startling revelations as well.)


I have many ideas, and could create even more tumblrs, but for now, these are pretty fun to simply engage in and view, I really do hope that you

please consider viewing in you leisure. 🙂

Thank you very much.


-From your epic friend

Gregory Thomas

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Except from my horror story:



It is them, that are made to dance;

like puppets their severed limps skip like a jump rope;

their eyes are many, they see infinite…

They laugh when they are afraid; they are afraid when they are manic. They cry when they are hysterical-

their faces hurt from their endless grins-

they are balding. Indeed!

Ants crawl upon their unblinking seeing eyes…by the thousands they swarm their pale faces! They twitch their fidgeting mouths; drool pours like a flood down from out of their mouths. They slobber when they are well pleased,

and like maggots, their bodies swing sporadically, as they all hold hands, like pale paper dolls;

they sway to hold hand-in-hand-

they are indeed corpses;

they sing the Endless Suffering Song. They giggle, and cheerfully smirk;

some with tongues, some without.

Some with eyes, some without.

Some blink, some can no longer…

And like a square, they form it like an arena ring-

and their shadows fall upon the ground, and swarm does their darkness to devour the corpses.

Like children, they know nothing. All they know, is that to feast is to feel good-

Their insanity is like music…


Copyrightcopyright September 6, 2017