Author Archives: Arthur Pendalyn

About Arthur Pendalyn

Arthur Pendalyn is a stay at home unemployed college graduate, with a BA in English literature (though he prefers the world "fiction"). In his past he moonlighted as a video store clerk, and even once won an argument with a customer who tried to persuade him that David Lynch's Dune was underrated masterpiece. To quote Arthur, "That movie is a piece of shit!"

Blade Runner 2049 (film, 2018)

I feel for you… Quickly love, this one is a mystery. He’s real he’s real! Dennis Villneuve seems to be onto something recently. Like a European logic delete, he keeps the audience at bay to keep the poetry real. A … Continue reading

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i found you

 like clawfields, joane i’ll see you moan still so long, you grown in my eye, the one i know like lifting of the lilly your tallness my sand lit with the infinite my grass still raised you worshiped the echo … Continue reading

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Chasing Sage

Caught in the whirlwind and still the twirl A badass she was, too monster to feel And yet trapped, by the ring she was to me And still she was always be, my next Emily… I’ll study you for eternity… … Continue reading

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My Little Suri

My Surri! My surrah! Would you my sriracha? With rice And bean And tortillas please! You are my little momma cita! Mi hijo por favor Please no mas No more! With sex and cheeks And baby squeeks, You are my … Continue reading

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Daddy

Daddy loves you And I you Daddy… Francis C trades me for a B And I The one so lovely! With hair so soft And eyes so glow A wonder they’re no wider? Will Daddy see What they don’t see … Continue reading

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Quentin learns to rhyme…

Flawed the destruction Obfuscated by blush She moans softly… Slip in pull out please repeat… Friends: Quite the imagination My heart doth sing So this is poetry? Quentin: Uh I guess– Rhyme! Michael: Bad time again… Q-Tar… Q: Uh, Rhyme! … Continue reading

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Who’s the girl on his mind?

[Read in Sir Prince Williams of United Kingdom’s voice, with an air of “authority”]* Is she a whig Or is she a bling And does it hurt When her heart gets me singing? And can she start Or end a … Continue reading

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