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Drink the Wine (Poem and Song)
So you’ve got some wine and you’ve got some time
But you just won’t drink it in
Cause you’re always waiting for some dream to begin
Yea excuse you need an excuse for each and every use
Cause tasting grapes for the sake of life
Is a foul abuse
So you take a knife
And cut a portion
Carefully and gingerly
To keep up with the notion
That you’d better be so very spare with joy
Because you can’t stare at the common fact
That we’re a million miles from Troy
And each and every act Is a circle and a line
So you’ll sit and wait and wait and wait
And you won’t drink the wine
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Omega Alpha (Poem)
Pictures and these memories will turn to dust,
All these pictures and all these memories will turn to dust.
…and yet the stars are made of such a thing and so I still trust…
…and yet the stars are made of such a thing and so I can still trust…
Animate
Inaminate
Animate
Inanimate
These pillars dual
Are guards attending
In a formation perpetual
Whether we’re pretending
With information in our head
Or are proceeding in formation
Towards wherever the gardens led
That’s the operation
And I no longer fear
Because the stars likewise are made of dust
Yes, I see this very clear
In death, in life, in eternity I trust
Image Source: https://www.dailystar.co.uk/news/latest-news/361719/Aliens-are-out-there-Scientists-find-water-in-stardust-that-can-create-life-anywhere
Hanging with Cecilia – Moody Piano Impromptu and Poem
There’s a wee spider beneath my keyboard…
so I’m…
Hanging With Cecilia…
Lady Cecilia Meenor Spider spun her silken web
Lady Cecilia Meenor Spider controlled the flow and ebb
Of the weird ocean known as time
Even though lady Cecilia Meenor Spider was no greater than a Dime
Running up and down and back and forth
Up to the south
and down to the north
For gravity, she had nothing but derision
For all her, goings were her own decision
Lady Cecilia Meenor Spider
This masterful seamstress
Was a divine glider
Keeping the magic staying distress
Though the fly’s plight might seem tragic
When caught in her net
His permutation for her satiation
Is a communion without regret
Drunk on her poison feeling no pain
The six-legged flyer releases his soul but not in vain
For Cecilia spider has sent him on home
Where he’s a light beneath a magnificent dome
Thus is the keeping of time and its half
So darling don’t fear
For death is a laugh
Image Credits: https://torasaurr.deviantart.com/art/Fancy-Spider-334495559
https://catherinetterings.deviantart.com/art/Steampunk-Spider-Watch-Lapel-Pin-343441685
Post. Grunge. Punks. – Metal Illness (Webcomic)
Don’t get it twist…this is a most grim and frostbitten issue, just look at the advanced stages of this disease:
Post. Grunge. Punks. – ‘Are you Goth?’
Such was the beginning of a most metal friendship.
The Dorkening….
That night was ten years ago give or take a year. Wut…now that’s heavy…
Post Grunge Punks – Home Ec
When I was a kid I recall going out to my friends Dacha with my drunken uncles. Potato cooking seemed so simple then. First you get properly pissed then you wrap the spuds in tinfoil and toss them in a fire by the river.
Gone are those halcyon days of gilded simplicity… as is my memory of how to cook a potato… so I did a search for it.
Apparently they explode…
Glorious Glory in a Glorious Land of Glory Which is Glorious – Not The Politburo
That my decadent western friends is the 1337 hacker’s version of a summer cottage. I remember launching my first DOS attack from the turnip patch. Off to do some squats….
I nicked that photo from here: http://holesinmysoles.blogspot.com/2011/03/travel-photo-thursday-mar-31st-dacha.html
A mutt by any other name…
Today was a research heavy/geeky linux tinkery sorta day. Plus this guy was overdue for a walk. So in case I don’t assemble a post before bedtime I’m going to cynically use my friend’s cuteness to distract you from the lack of content.
Prepare to cringe….
In 3…2….1….
Pook!
Pookster Kennedy
Dog Jones Industrial
Buddy Brown
Pookah
Pooki
KOOH!
Douhg
Shady Slipper
Barrel
Chubbins
Licks McGee
Mr. Holmby
Professor Farts
Poochly
Brownie
Brun
Bastard
Samoabitch
John Pawtson
Post.Grunge.Punks. (Webcomic) – Tim Pool is a Nut (Pt. 3) – Putin it Together
Part One: Post.Grunge.Punks. (Webcomic) – Tim Pool is a Nut
Part Two: Post.Grunge.Punks. (Webcomic) – Tim Pool is a Nut (pt.2) – The Timatree
The Tim Pool Beanie origin saga is now complete. Be sure to check out the links in the first two posts to get a feel for the humor here. That is if you feel so inclined. There’s more substantive content afoot so long as all goes well this week. Thanks for stopping by. Cheers.
Transmission (Poem)
It turns you
Into city visions
Your eyes become
Kaleidoscopes
Of other peoples
Dreams
Daze-ed is the walk of those
Among the walls that talk
They cannot separate
The lead out from the chorus
Thus feeding on frustrate
That ether
They are static things
Electric buzzing
In the maelstrom
Of soft white lies
And forgotten histories
What use have we for arcane
Magic
Or for symmetry
Such things are daft and tragic
Leave us be
There is no need of learning
Save to secure
The turning of a gear
That will assure
Tomorrow
They don’t know why
And do not sorrow
That tomorrow
Is today
Transmission
The transmission
It’s a mission to deliver
Deaf, Blind, and Dumb
Transmission, Transmission
This banquet is just a crumb
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