The urlanders speak of man turned brill who goes by the name of Walt MaGill. They say he's mad, that he spits salt dement, all night blue to waterclock chant. And that if you go by the babbling cave and listen you'll hear him foaming depraved. But don't listen too close the urlanders warn, for the bulbous song can turn you sideways.
If I ruled all the world, I'd say that you were a fool, if you bought a ruler, for cheap rulers rule. Go find a ruler in the basement, I'd decry-and-cree, or do as I and use the "Maryland Commercial Driver's License Manual" that Brian left at my house completely free of fees.
Oh Walt Whitman bardic every-man with love and song for the grass that is mankind in blade and in leaves, democratic and romantic. Yet Walt Whitman, you do not have enough love to fool fool-me, for you are still a massive pain in my (gr)ass to read.
Love is a refrigerator door left wide open wasting precious cool in electric emotion. Love is a refrigerator door growing old and grey humming predictable minutes day by mundane day. Love is a refrigerator door filled with magnet men held up by notes you wrote her in the black pen.
His hand shot, the cavalry man's action becomes lucid thought of the cowboys clamoring around him.
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This follows the veins of the discussion on the Zombies!!! board game, that Bear, Loki, Grue, Megan and I played the other month (for which Loki holds a 3-for-3 winning streak) and browser games that I briefly mentioned before on the zoic.com. Out of chance, I was refered to a browser game that I can almost guarantee was partly inspired by Zombies!!!.
A couple days ago Commander Mark and the Secret City came up in a discusion under the What’s this about? post. I was going through the Puritan archives this morning (looking for something or another) and I came across an old poem I’d done in 2002 as a tribute to the talents of Mark Kistler, Commander Mark. Since it was related to the discussion I’ve posted it here. The poem is actually pretty poor and it doesn’t really do justice to inspiration that Kistler provided a lot of people with. Looking at the poem now, I can’t say as if I even know what I was talking about; other than how dumb of a movie Logan’s Run (1976), directed by Michael Anderson, actually was.
Secret City
Secret City ufos and secret cities commander mark knows how to get there a land where everybody paints little happy trees and is fed, housed and entertained like logan's run no bills just pills under socialist reforms is that the life for me? April 2002
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When Zango Bango went no one could remember his zany name even though he was the undisputed authority on eating a mango, had written four books and twenty articles on how to Tango, traveled extensively from Tibet to Durango, won a gilded trophey for crushing the mighty Yen Chango, and even written philosophy like, "Why fight the void but to fight it and grow." Oh no. No one recalled that. They only thing they remembered (rather consistently) was that he was a very nice smelling fellow.
I'm afraid no one loves a Ploplit plopped on a stump in goo, because many things in life lack reason, and are very, very cruel.
Answers are electrical for the sewer mage, down deep beneath the grey and cleaning waves. These futures are forgotten, plodding in dim swim, coiling by the brick, drips forever unwritten. Till ooze becomes eccentric, to question, buzz and speak, turning all it touches to the grey scenarios he seeks.
This poem was inspired by Dragon’s idea of the Sewer Mage.
