Zansabar: the Curator of Hallucination’s Game House



Zansabar the Curator of Hallucinations and The Drunken Game-Master sit down for some afternoon tea.

In moments of zen

As they pretend

The wormhole activates in brain space

Zansabar the Curator of Hallucinations, “We’re in bat country!”
“Why have you not summoned the Wyvern?”
The Drunken Game-Master holds a NES Original Controller. Also, its important to note that he’s wearing the patented “Mythril Tank Top” (also referred to as a wife beater by the pundits of popular culture).

The Drunken Game-Master responded with a delightful request,”Pound cake and lemonade sire?”

Moments of hypothetical hysteria diffused by positive reinforcement
It’s an important lesson to be learned
When the bender is real
Deep discussion of theoretical significance

Recent topics include:
1. Baby porcupines still hurt when you try to hug them?

baby porcupine    It was decided through hours of random incantations of the English vocabulary that indeed even though a baby porcupine is very cute to hug one…really hug one…would be painful.

2. Cloudy hallways tended by lovable teddy bears in cars that run on cartoon clouds.

Skeltorcarebarecloud   This brought on many words which described the philosophy of ‘Cheer Bear’ vs ‘Grumpy Bear’ and the race of destiny.  It was finally agreed upon that ‘Grumpy Bear’ had the driving abilities to win the race but at the end of the day they’d both preferred to live the lifestyle of ‘Cheer Bear’.  For reasons that no one can remember.

3. Candy Land has run out of the gooey gooey gum drops.

KingKandy     Zansabar pulls a purple card and curses in the name of “King Kandy” the lost king of Candy Land.  For he is far behind in this duel of Land Candy.  The Drunken Game Master found a whistle and somehow has warped passed Candy Land World all together. The Drunken Game Master and Bowser be chillen at the castle having tea time with a real life princess!

Zansabar, “Purple square is a shot of adrenal gland…Right?”
A high stakes game of intake.
Are we here?
Are we part of something bigger?
Is there anybody out there? (Insert trippy music emoticon here.)
Over 50 shades of whiskey the conversation turns.
Holli Would gets off…of the Italian leather sectional and laughs.
Zansabar says, “Whats 67 inches by 55 inches and has 24 colored circles my dear.”
“Twister you say?” as she looks back over her shoulder.
This request is most reasonable.
I’ll require more martinis however.

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The Regurgitation of Words


The walls of my mind are caving in

Claustrophobia is setting in

As instrumental beats are played in the streets

We walk in unison with the swagger

To spit hot jelly out of the thin air

Alphabetic anonymous

Randomness hypotheses

Merchant scrolls delivered by

Flying hippopotamus (Better known as the Phelddagrif)

Thee memoirs of dreams

Resemble stardust


Into the prospects of the future

Sudden vertigo

A cold sweat

Awaken to a grip of claimed pennies

Earned throughout the duration of the realness

Thrown into the fountain of many wishes

On a whim of seduction

I dream of genies but seek words with meaning

Hope is a powerful thing.

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street fighter explosion

Linear Explosion

street fighter explosion

Majestic relativity transfer
Vibrations of the existential
Energy shared

Friendships Earned

Never bought
Corrupt the stank
Grift the forbidden
Devour the contingent
In this code
Disguised true thought
From a sea of rubes
Just remember


(Street Fighter Style)

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Walk into the bar




Factions of the distinguished

Brains dashed in mead

Pass in ambiguity

Ill never figure out this appeal


Enjoying the view of her dancing

Is quite exquisite

A stranger from Venus whom many might find attractive

Sponsors a leather burlap shirt that covers

Her nipples tightly

Abrupt stop

She has noticed the relocation of the iris

Caught red handed

Staring in bliss

But that’s the idea here right

It’s the essence of chives

Flaunt it in the name of infamy

Either way

I’m the benefactor.

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The girl with flower blossoms in her eyes

flowers in eyes

Stars Aligned

As metal birds


Patrons to the city I call home

There was a loneliness emanating

Her iris was a maze

Only the shades of la Luna

Could reveal the elvish script

Encrypted in her being




Somehow it did not feel like

We were strangers

I’d like to take her for a midnight stroll

Through the course

To the eighteenth hole

We would lay on the soft grass

Holding hands

As the moonbeams would navigate

The current of her vision

I would speak of elvish tongue

To gain entrance

Low and behold

The sparkle in her eyes

Previously lost

Had been watered by my affection

The sadness had become soil

My energy the sun

Her eye lashes metamorphosed into petals

Flowers in full bloom

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The conjuring of the apocalypse


The Silver Surfer


To the almighty Galactus

During this duration of thought

There is a hobbit like Jewish character

Smoking fine green

Drinking the roasted leaves

Organic Jasmine

Mac and cheese of the finest quality

The type that takes a lifetime to Kraft

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These Savages

Doolittle Time

Childhood proximity

Left alone in a crowded room

Where is the rider

Eyelids close

Look up into the sea of dreams

Vortex of velvet

Axle of insanity

Pitch the circus tent

Insidious dream

Brings on the clowns

Torrential impulse.

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Tinder Musings

beaver crossing

I swiped right

Cause I wanna

Eat soup with you

In the company of octopuses.

Savage Henry is on the loose again

There is a sign that says

Beware of beaver crossing

I’m all about it

Pseudo Matrix as she dodges bullets

We laugh as a cheek is grazed

Followed by the high five

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