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Topic: Why Grant Won't come |
grant
Operative |
posted November 23, 1999 08:45 PM
  
Bonk, bonk, on the head!
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Citizen Smith
Operative |
posted November 23, 1999 11:58 PM
And bump, bump, bump down the silly stairs. Cf Winnie the Pooh by AA
Milne and Been Down So Long It Looks Like Up To Me by Richard
Farina.
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70sman
Operative |
posted November 24, 1999 08:55 AM
where the deer and the antelopes flleeeddd...
I think any form of sane discussion has long departed this
thread.
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Cochese
Operative |
posted November 24, 1999 04:48 PM
Which means I can finally say "moosejaw."
Phew!
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CocaComa
Initiate |
posted November 24, 1999 05:05 PM
Observation: Joe Annis is an anagram of ianjones. How's that for
self-sacrifice?
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look!NickWaddam!
Operative |
posted November 24, 1999 08:30 PM
The village Pub is called "The Bear", they call their Beer Garden
"the Bear Garden".
Sometimes even synchronicties are boring.
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70sman
Operative |
posted November 25, 1999 05:48 PM
Cochese: "Medicine Hat."
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Enamon
Initiate |
posted November 25, 1999 09:33 PM
ahem...
THEY'RE COMING!!! THEY'RE COMING THROUGH THE GATE!!! LOCK THE
DOORS! SHUT THE WINDOWS! EVERYBODY INTO THE BARN!!!
...and Cthulhu rose and said in prose,
"I'll get you my pretty! And your little dog too!!!"
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grant
Operative |
posted November 26, 1999 02:55 AM
The president's silver saxophone!
Blood on my hands and no holy ghost to show for it!
I'll have to find someone on this level of reality, I guess.
Red droplets on the all night monitor, no pain, no pain.
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70sman
Operative |
posted November 26, 1999 06:03 PM
AAIE! AAIE! Welfare check!!
Lets all go to DISCO
ISLAND!!
..and stay away from the bu-ugs.
I do declare this the NONSENSE POETRY SLAM.
ALL around the watertank
Scratching on Satans Guitar
Top
viking banjo hits of the 70s.
Pallas Athenae? Get outta the bear
garden.
come in number 23 , your time is up.
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Enamon
Initiate |
posted November 27, 1999 03:03 AM
Come in car 56
Come in car 56
But their radio was
broken
There was no quick fix
"We're going to die!!!"
Was
their only reply
As they were stood up
By a man with a
hump.
I'm the Hunchback of Notre Dame, he said
Many people
still think that I'm dead, he said
I'm afraid they ain't got it
right, he said
For I am still very much alive, he said.
And
with that he walked out on our heroes
Who at that time were
feeling like zeroes
As they tried to pick up dates at a bar,
A
bar that of course was not very far
From the train station in
which the hunchback resided
I'm off to work, he said feeling
confided
That those two would end up being cooked in a stew
As
the main ingredients in some cannibal's brew.
T'was all that he
knew.
THE END
[This message has been edited by Enamon (edited November 27,
1999).]
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Jack Fear
Myrmidon |
posted November 27, 1999 03:16 AM
And WHERE the FUCK were you people last week, when there was a
Poetry Slam goin' on over in the Library?
Nine lousy poems we got. Out of a registered membership of two
hundred and twenty-something. NINE! And TWO of 'em were by the same
guy!
It's like waiting for the goddam bus, I tell you: our Poetry Slam
limps to a miserable end, then Huzzah! suddenly there's verse
falling like manna from the heavens!
You're all bastards.
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Enamon
Initiate |
posted November 27, 1999 03:34 AM
Well considering that I dont visit the nexus that often (bowel
problem. dont ask), I didn't know of any Poetry Slam. But if it's
worth anything:
Little Bo Beep
Lost her sheep
And now she's in for
beheading.
She stood up all night
Crying out her heart
Which jumped
out and took a vacation.
When the villagers woke
Of her body they spoke
And one said
this in quotation:
"This wont help her at all
But I saw her sheep fall
Down
from a cliff to damnation.
The devil took their souls
And placed them on coals
To
suffer in endless tarnation.
Then came Peter Pan
And began to trepan
The sheep to cure
their affliction.
Their spirits escaped
And upward they made
And ran over
God's Heavenly Nation"
At this person's statement
The village repented
And gave
all their money to me
And poor miss Bo Beep
In her endless sleep
Rolled over,
thus now contented.
THE END
[This message has been edited by Enamon (edited November 27,
1999).]
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Karen Elliot
Operative |
posted November 27, 1999 05:58 AM
Jack Fear: I think the poor response to the poetry slam may be due
to the short notice and short time it was open, maybe no-one had
time to write anything. should be better next time tho.
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sleazenation
Operative |
posted November 27, 1999 10:06 AM
Is it just me or is the idea of an anarchist poetry slam --
which
is set up with specific rules and then rigorously ignored until it
is obsolete at which time the anarchists can return to their poetry
spouting ways--
is extremely funny?
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70sman
Operative |
posted November 27, 1999 11:57 AM
I think its the case that if I postted anything in the proper poetry
slam , people would read and scrutinize it and Id have to come up
with something original and proper whereas , now this thread has
gone down the plughole sanity wise , I can post any old bullshit
made up of old Beck lyrics, bits of Rankin and names of places in
Canada!! Horray! Long live Nonsense!
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Enamon
Initiate |
posted November 27, 1999 05:06 PM
ahem
Arise have I from my retreat
In which I do so humbly
sleep
And in my dreams I do repeat
Rhymes which my memory does
keep.
"Alas, upon a thousand waves
Traversed the waters a
ship
Whose crew was nothing but all knaves
Who were so dumb
that they knew shit.
One day they came upon a beast
Who when
seeing them, it saw a feast
To capture it, it tried with
might
But the crew fought it all night
And in the end stood
just two men
Forrest Gump and Lieutenant Dan."
I do not believe that this does lack meaning
But alas it seems
truth isn't revealing
Its face in spite of me asking it
greatly
Instead it broke out into a medley,
"We all live in a yellow submarine
A yellow submarine
A
yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
A yellow
submarine
A yellow submarine
Happy birthday to me
Happy
birthday to me
Alas I am growing old
Happy birthday to
me!
How old am I now?
Am I attracted to my cow?
How old am
I now?
I forget."
And then it spewed out an epithet
YOU FUCKING BASTARD! YOU
DIRTY RAT!
I asked it why did it feel mad
But it gave no
reply, it started singing instead,
"Under the sea
Under the ocean
Life ain't so
shitty
We're all stoned and giddy
Take it from me"
It was about that time a moment
I decided I have had
enough
That's when the end seemed eminent
And there it was,
sure enough.
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look!NickWaddam!
Operative |
posted November 28, 1999 11:22 AM
I don'yreally give two shits if Grant turns up here. I'm not sure he
should.
I want some answers re the Billy Chang stuff, however.
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Cochese
Operative |
posted November 28, 1999 01:36 PM
Talking of which, I heard something on Radio 4 yesterday talking
about someone called Brilliant Chang...Can't quite remember the
context, or the information, so this isn't terribly useful, butI'm
positive it related to the 30s. I'll try and dislodge the details
from my head.
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Ganesha
Myrmidon |
posted November 28, 1999 10:07 PM
Yeah, it's definitely a 'real' reference. I've heard the name too,
but can't recall where I heard it.
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