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The Way of Things

QUINT

20:25 / 05.11.01

Being a witty and amusing series of wise words and free-form haiku such as:

My postman cannot read
Or write.
He smokes brown cigarettes rolled
I suspect
From envelopes.

Well you would, wouldn't you?

matsya

20:58 / 05.11.01

As you get older,
try to keep in mind
that you're not supposed
to like the same music
as sixteen-year-olds.

m.

We're The Great Old Ones Now

17:13 / 06.11.01

Whisky has a new phrase,
And now when she means
"Yes,"
She says
"That's the bunny."

Whisky Priestess

18:36 / 07.11.01

As age covers you
like the first cherry blossom
or the last snows

do not forget
that it's OK
to like the same music
as sixteen-year-olds

or even just to like
sixteen-year-olds.

Regrettable Juvenilia

12:24 / 08.11.01

Go younger than that
And there's a knock on the door.
It's the cops, for what Scots call
"Stoat-the-baw".

Whisky Priestess

20:20 / 08.11.01

They say that those
who speak with the dead
get no reply
but leave very long messages.

milt-one

05:43 / 10.11.01

This girl,
she says
‘The universe delivers
everything I need.’
I’m not so sure.

Whisky Priestess

22:07 / 10.11.01

This girl
is clearly confusing
the universe
with Argos.

The universe
is cold, empty, infinite:
but Argos
takes care of it.

Rev. Orr

22:31 / 10.11.01

I'm with
Sir Elton John.
The Universe supplies
But the Mail delivers.

You Argos heathens
And cartoon Santas
Cannot provide
The Postman's whistle.

Gypsy Christ

20:55 / 11.11.01

Cold and Empty
Like so many Japanesse men in Latterhousen.
Transcelent telascopic Baka of Hai.
Here i am Naked.
Like concentrated Nitrous
on Friday in a bar across the street.

Me

QUINT

12:00 / 14.11.01

Despite the many togs
And prodigious blanketry
Of my bed,
Without company I always get
Cold ears.

I fear I am descended from
Amphibious elephants.

Whisky Priestess

18:14 / 14.11.01

My bath is attended by
A green frog sponge and yet
When he looks up at me
With those big cloth eyes
I cannot bring myself
To squirt soap on him
And rub him all over my body.

So I attached a loofah pad
To his back
And now he looks like
A teenage mutant ninja frog
And he can exfoliate me
Any time.

Whisky Priestess

16:05 / 16.11.01

Every time I try to watch
Seven Days
(A sci-fi series about
Time-travel)
It's always the same
Episode.

How
Ironic.

deja_vroom

10:48 / 19.11.01

Why can't I
force myself to work?
I just refill my cup of coffee
(the one with a crack in the wing)

And
Post
And
Post
And
Post.

We're The Great Old Ones Now

17:18 / 20.11.01

The mystery of Barbelith
is not that it wastes time -
But that there is time
it does not waste.

At least, that's what I tell myself
With ten working hours left.

Sax

17:27 / 20.11.01

If a man
Has ten working hours
Left to waste
At 8.18pm.

Then he must be a burglar.
Or have some other
Nocturnal occupation.

We're The Great Old Ones Now

19:08 / 20.11.01

I am drenched in my inconsistencies
By my
Acquaintances.

I am washed in hobgoblins
By my
Friends.

I am lubed in correction
By
Whisky.

And now Sax calls me
A burglar.

This is the
Life.

[ 20-11-2001: Message edited by: Nick ]

smike

12:53 / 22.11.01

quote:Originally posted by Nick:

I am lubed in correction
By
Whisky.

Nick is a lucky
Bastard, notwithstanding his
Long hours and workload:

Some correctional
Lubing by a Priestess
Never goes amiss.

[ 22-11-2001: Message edited by: $moke ]