NancyGene wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will-Dockery wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will-Dockery wrote:
Shattered
The seconds have piled up
at the floor
lost here in some other guy's past
lying there
with your seconds piled
there went by a life
untold
unasked
going by
never caused and never traced
the future never ever appears here.
If some morning I wake
here for you
trying to find some reason to return
if I see things denied
I once defined
a life just passed me by there
slipped through my fingers
everything here now is real
so wait.
That portion of the finish
never comes.
Now that the lights are going so low
the dimming glow
falls on my ego
now that I'm falling
into my morning
here I am gazing into those
reflector eyes
morning light
is blasting my head clean too.
Morning's clearer
I've been forgetting it.
Your thoughts seem to stream
like a highway
dimming lights seem to streak
like hitch-hikers.
When does this dream end?
When do I get on up the road?
The light sped out
like a fire-fly
like gravestones
never noticed
never seen.
Like marbles
spilling from shattered minds.
-Will Dockery / August 20 1976
***
(Published March 1977 in the Carverlite, the Carver High School
newspaper, Columbus Georgia)
From:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/09/shattered.html?m=1
***
Original text restored, troll content removed.
No one touched
You're a troll, I didn't expect you to admit it.
EfyA
Anyone can scroll up and see that your poem's text wasn't touched, Donkey. >>
And what's up with the photo you attached? A nude guitar player and a Donkey in a woman's dressing gown and fright wig fingering what appears to be a typewriter?
There's got to be a story behind that!
Will Donkey was trying to strum a typewriter, yes. It had a lot of keys to master.
See attached for a closeup of this crudely colorized picture, wherein the dork has double eyebrows, someone slit Donkey's throat and Donkey has half of a moustache. The dork has a weirdly misshapen mouth, and Donkey has baby tits growing on his neck.
NancyGene wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will-Dockery wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will-Dockery wrote:
Shattered
The seconds have piled up
at the floor
lost here in some other guy's past
lying there
with your seconds piled
there went by a life
untold
unasked
going by
never caused and never traced
the future never ever appears here.
If some morning I wake
here for you
trying to find some reason to return
if I see things denied
I once defined
a life just passed me by there
slipped through my fingers
everything here now is real
so wait.
That portion of the finish
never comes.
Now that the lights are going so low
the dimming glow
falls on my ego
now that I'm falling
into my morning
here I am gazing into those
reflector eyes
morning light
is blasting my head clean too.
Morning's clearer
I've been forgetting it.
Your thoughts seem to stream
like a highway
dimming lights seem to streak
like hitch-hikers.
When does this dream end?
When do I get on up the road?
The light sped out
like a fire-fly
like gravestones
never noticed
never seen.
Like marbles
spilling from shattered minds.
-Will Dockery / August 20 1976
***
(Published March 1977 in the Carverlite, the Carver High School
newspaper, Columbus Georgia)
From:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/09/shattered.html?m=1
***
Original text restored, troll content removed.
No one touched
You're a troll, I didn't expect you to admit it.
EfyA
Anyone can scroll up and see that your poem's text wasn't touched, Donkey. >>
And what's up with the photo you attached? A nude guitar player and a Donkey in a woman's dressing gown and fright wig fingering what appears to be a typewriter?
There's got to be a story behind that!
Will Donkey was trying to strum a typewriter, yes. It had a lot of keys to master.
See attached for a closeup of this crudely colorized picture, wherein the dork has double eyebrows, someone slit Donkey's throat and Donkey has half of a moustache. The dork has a weirdly misshapen mouth, and Donkey has baby tits growing on his neck.
HarryLime wrote:
NancyGene wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will-Dockery wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will-Dockery wrote:
Shattered
The seconds have piled up
at the floor
lost here in some other guy's past
lying there
with your seconds piled
there went by a life
untold
unasked
going by
never caused and never traced
the future never ever appears here.
If some morning I wake
here for you
trying to find some reason to return
if I see things denied
I once defined
a life just passed me by there
slipped through my fingers
everything here now is real
so wait.
That portion of the finish
never comes.
Now that the lights are going so low
the dimming glow
falls on my ego
now that I'm falling
into my morning
here I am gazing into those
reflector eyes
morning light
is blasting my head clean too.
Morning's clearer
I've been forgetting it.
Your thoughts seem to stream
like a highway
dimming lights seem to streak
like hitch-hikers.
When does this dream end?
When do I get on up the road?
The light sped out
like a fire-fly
like gravestones
never noticed
never seen.
Like marbles
spilling from shattered minds.
-Will Dockery / August 20 1976
***
(Published March 1977 in the Carverlite, the Carver High School
newspaper, Columbus Georgia)
From:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/09/shattered.html?m=1 >>>>>>
***
Original text restored, troll content removed.
No one touched
You're a troll, I didn't expect you to admit it.
EfyA
Anyone can scroll up and see that your poem's text wasn't touched, Donkey. >>>
And what's up with the photo you attached? A nude guitar player and a Donkey in a woman's dressing gown and fright wig fingering what appears to be a typewriter?
There's got to be a story behind that!
Will Donkey was trying to strum a typewriter, yes. It had a lot of keys to master.
See attached for a closeup of this crudely colorized picture, wherein the dork has double eyebrows, someone slit Donkey's throat and Donkey has half of a moustache. The dork has a weirdly misshapen mouth, and Donkey has baby tits growing on his neck.
I think the missing half of the Donkey's moustache is stuck over the naked guitarist's eyebrow.
Donkey was still very young in that picture and his baby tits had not yet descended to become moobs.
NancyGene wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
NancyGene wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will-Dockery wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will-Dockery wrote:
Shattered
The seconds have piled up
at the floor
lost here in some other guy's past
lying there
with your seconds piled
there went by a life
untold
unasked
going by
never caused and never traced
the future never ever appears here.
If some morning I wake
here for you
trying to find some reason to return
if I see things denied
I once defined
a life just passed me by there
slipped through my fingers
everything here now is real
so wait.
That portion of the finish
never comes.
Now that the lights are going so low
the dimming glow
falls on my ego
now that I'm falling
into my morning
here I am gazing into those
reflector eyes
morning light
is blasting my head clean too.
Morning's clearer
I've been forgetting it.
Your thoughts seem to stream
like a highway
dimming lights seem to streak
like hitch-hikers.
When does this dream end?
When do I get on up the road?
The light sped out
like a fire-fly
like gravestones
never noticed
never seen.
Like marbles
spilling from shattered minds.
-Will Dockery / August 20 1976
***
(Published March 1977 in the Carverlite, the Carver High School
newspaper, Columbus Georgia)
From:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/09/shattered.html?m=1 >>>>>>>
***
Original text restored, troll content removed.
No one touched
You're a troll, I didn't expect you to admit it.
EfyA
Anyone can scroll up and see that your poem's text wasn't touched, Donkey. >>>>
And what's up with the photo you attached? A nude guitar player and a Donkey in a woman's dressing gown and fright wig fingering what appears to be a typewriter?
There's got to be a story behind that!
Will Donkey was trying to strum a typewriter, yes. It had a lot of keys to master.
See attached for a closeup of this crudely colorized picture, wherein the dork has double eyebrows, someone slit Donkey's throat and Donkey has half of a moustache. The dork has a weirdly misshapen mouth, and Donkey has baby tits growing on his neck.
I think the missing half of the Donkey's moustache is stuck over the naked guitarist's eyebrow.
Donkey was still very young in that picture and his baby tits had not yet descended to become moobs.
NG: Did the moustache come off from passionate kissing? A moment in time for the naked guitarist.
MMP: The Donkey prefers to think of it as "a romantic interlude."
NG: We think that Donkey was about 23 (1981) in that photo, so he would have been mature enough to grow moobs. Do you not think that the Donkeytits family was farming tits? It could be Tit Montage, after all. Some of the tit crop was sent to China, but that now has titariffs.
MMP: It's possible, although Donkeytit farming is usually left to the women.
An undescended pair of Donkeytits on a male Donkey is like an undescended testicle on a man -- a male Donkey's moobs will not develop until they worked down by a Donkeytitologist.
Of course, Will could be Donkeytit farming -- especially if the other Donkeys looked on him as being effeminate. If so, there would have been several other pairs on his chest and back (which would be fortunately hidden by his shirt).
NG: Also, under the chin is a strange place for tits to start growing, but maybe that's why Will Donkey keeps his shirt unbuttoned--to give them room to grow to full size. It worked with Sarah Donkeytits.
HarryLime wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
Shattered
The seconds have piled up
at the floor
lost here in some other guy's past
lying there
with your seconds piled
there went by a life
untold
unasked
going by
never caused and never traced
the future never ever appears here.
If some morning I wake
here for you
trying to find some reason to return
if I see things denied
I once defined
a life just passed me by there
slipped through my fingers
everything here now is real
so wait.
That portion of the finish
never comes.
Now that the lights are going so low
the dimming glow
falls on my ego
now that I'm falling
into my morning
here I am gazing into those
reflector eyes
morning light
is blasting my head clean too.
Morning's clearer
I've been forgetting it.
Your thoughts seem to stream
like a highway
dimming lights seem to streak
like hitch-hikers.
When does this dream end?
When do I get on up the road?
The light sped out
like a fire-fly
like gravestones
never noticed
never seen.
Like marbles
spilling from shattered minds.
-Will Dockery / August 20 1976
***
(Published March 1977 in the Carverlite, the Carver High School
newspaper, Columbus Georgia)
From:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/09/shattered.html?m=1
***
Original text restored, troll content removed.
No one touched
You're a troll, I didn't expect you to admit it.
Anyone can scroll up and see that your poem's text wasn't touched, Donkey.
And what's up with the photo you attached? A nude guitar player in a woman's dressing gown and fright wig fingering what appears to be a typewriter?
There's got to be a story behind that
was trying to strum a typewriter
HarryLime wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
Shattered
The seconds have piled up
at the floor
lost here in some other guy's past
lying there
with your seconds piled
there went by a life
untold
unasked
going by
never caused and never traced
the future never ever appears here.
If some morning I wake
here for you
trying to find some reason to return
if I see things denied
I once defined
a life just passed me by there
slipped through my fingers
everything here now is real
so wait.
That portion of the finish
never comes.
Now that the lights are going so low
the dimming glow
falls on my ego
now that I'm falling
into my morning
here I am gazing into those
reflector eyes
morning light
is blasting my head clean too.
Morning's clearer
I've been forgetting it.
Your thoughts seem to stream
like a highway
dimming lights seem to streak
like hitch-hikers.
When does this dream end?
When do I get on up the road?
The light sped out
like a fire-fly
like gravestones
never noticed
never seen.
Like marbles
spilling from shattered minds.
-Will Dockery / August 20 1976
***
(Published March 1977 in the Carverlite, the Carver High School
newspaper, Columbus Georgia)
From:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/09/shattered.html?m=1 >>>>>
***
Original text restored, troll content removed.
No one touched
You're a troll, I didn't expect you to admit it.
Anyone can scroll up
NancyGene wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
Shattered
The seconds have piled up
at the floor
lost here in some other guy's past
lying there
with your seconds piled
there went by a life
untold
unasked
going by
never caused and never traced
the future never ever appears here.
If some morning I wake
here for you
trying to find some reason to return
if I see things denied
I once defined
a life just passed me by there
slipped through my fingers
everything here now is real
so wait.
That portion of the finish
never comes.
Now that the lights are going so low
the dimming glow
falls on my ego
now that I'm falling
into my morning
here I am gazing into those
reflector eyes
morning light
is blasting my head clean too.
Morning's clearer
I've been forgetting it.
Your thoughts seem to stream
like a highway
dimming lights seem to streak
like hitch-hikers.
When does this dream end?
When do I get on up the road?
The light sped out
like a fire-fly
like gravestones
never noticed
never seen.
Like marbles
spilling from shattered minds.
-Will Dockery / August 20 1976
***
(Published March 1977 in the Carverlite, the Carver High School >>>>>>> newspaper, Columbus Georgia)
From:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/09/shattered.html?m=1 >>>>>>>
***
Original text restored, troll content removed.
No one touched
You're a troll, I didn't expect you to admit it.
Anyone can scroll up and see that your poem
HarryLime wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
Shattered
The seconds have piled up
at the floor
lost here in some other guy's past
lying there
with your seconds piled
there went by a life
untold
unasked
going by
never caused and never traced
the future never ever appears here.
If some morning I wake
here for you
trying to find some reason to return
if I see things denied
I once defined
a life just passed me by there
slipped through my fingers
everything here now is real
so wait.
That portion of the finish
never comes.
Now that the lights are going so low
the dimming glow
falls on my ego
now that I'm falling
into my morning
here I am gazing into those
reflector eyes
morning light
is blasting my head clean too.
Morning's clearer
I've been forgetting it.
Your thoughts seem to stream
like a highway
dimming lights seem to streak
like hitch-hikers.
When does this dream end?
When do I get on up the road?
The light sped out
like a fire-fly
like gravestones
never noticed
never seen.
Like marbles
spilling from shattered minds.
-Will Dockery / August 20 1976
***
(Published March 1977 in the Carverlite, the Carver High School
newspaper, Columbus Georgia)
From:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/09/shattered.html?m=1 >>>>>>
***
Original text restored, troll content removed.
No one touched
You're a troll, I didn't expect you to admit it.
was about 23 (1981) in that photo
Will-Dockery wrote:
Shattered
The seconds have piled up
at the floor
lost here in some other guy's past
lying there
with your seconds piled
there went by a life
untold
unasked
going by
never caused and never traced
the future never ever appears here.
If some morning I wake
here for you
trying to find some reason to return
if I see things denied
I once defined
a life just passed me by there
slipped through my fingers
everything here now is real
so wait.
That portion of the finish
never comes.
Now that the lights are going so low
the dimming glow
falls on my ego
now that I'm falling
into my morning
here I am gazing into those
reflector eyes
morning light
is blasting my head clean too.
Morning's clearer
I've been forgetting it.
Your thoughts seem to stream
like a highway
dimming lights seem to streak
like hitch-hikers.
When does this dream end?
When do I get on up the road?
The light sped out
like a fire-fly
like gravestones
never noticed
never seen.
Like marbles
spilling from shattered minds.
-Will Dockery / August 20 1976
***
(Published March 1977 in the Carverlite, the Carver High School
newspaper, Columbus Georgia)
From:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/09/shattered.html?m=1 >>>>>
***
Original text restored, troll content removed.
No one touched
You're a troll, I didn't expect you to admit it.
Anyone can scroll up and see that your poem's text wasn't touched, Donkey. >>
And what's up with the photo you attached? A nude guitar player and in a woman's dressing gown and fright wig fingering what appears to be a typewriter?
There's got to be a story behind that!
I think the missing half of the Donkey's moustache is
Will Dockery wrote:
mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime) posted:
Will-Dockery wrote:
Shattered
The seconds have piled up
at the floor
lost here in some other guy's past
lying there
with your seconds piled
there went by a life
untold
unasked
going by
never caused and never traced
the future never ever appears here.
If some morning I wake
here for you
trying to find some reason to return
if I see things denied
I once defined
a life just passed me by there
slipped through my fingers
everything here now is real
so wait.
That portion of the finish
never comes.
Now that the lights are going so low
the dimming glow
falls on my ego
now that I'm falling
into my morning
here I am gazing into those
reflector eyes
morning light
is blasting my head clean too.
Morning's clearer
I've been forgetting it.
Your thoughts seem to stream
like a highway
dimming lights seem to streak
like hitch-hikers.
When does this dream end?
When do I get on up the road?
The light sped out
like a fire-fly
like gravestones
never noticed
never seen.
Like marbles
spilling from shattered minds.
-Will Dockery / August 20 1976
***
(Published March 1977 in the Carverlite, the Carver High School
newspaper, Columbus Georgia)
From:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/09/shattered.html?m=1
***
Original text restored, troll content removed.
No one touched
You're a troll, I didn't expect you to admit it.
Anyone can scroll up and see that your poem's text wasn't touched, Donkey. >>
And what's up with the photo you attached? A nude guitar player and in a woman's dressing gown and fright wig fingering what appears to be a typewriter?
There's got to be a story behind that!
I think the missing half of the Donkey's moustache is
Obsessively troll much, Harry?
Will Dockery wrote:
mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime) posted:
Will-Dockery wrote:
Shattered
The seconds have piled up
at the floor
lost here in some other guy's past
lying there
with your seconds piled
there went by a life
untold
unasked
going by
never caused and never traced
the future never ever appears here.
If some morning I wake
here for you
trying to find some reason to return
if I see things denied
I once defined
a life just passed me by there
slipped through my fingers
everything here now is real
so wait.
That portion of the finish
never comes.
Now that the lights are going so low
the dimming glow
falls on my ego
now that I'm falling
into my morning
here I am gazing into those
reflector eyes
morning light
is blasting my head clean too.
Morning's clearer
I've been forgetting it.
Your thoughts seem to stream
like a highway
dimming lights seem to streak
like hitch-hikers.
When does this dream end?
When do I get on up the road?
The light sped out
like a fire-fly
like gravestones
never noticed
never seen.
Like marbles
spilling from shattered minds.
-Will Dockery / August 20 1976
***
(Published March 1977 in the Carverlite, the Carver High School
newspaper, Columbus Georgia)
From:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/09/shattered.html?m=1
***
Original text restored, troll content removed.
No one touched
You're a troll, I didn't expect you to admit it.
Anyone can scroll up and see that your poem's text wasn't touched, Donkey. >>
And what's up with the photo you attached? A nude guitar player and in a woman's dressing gown and fright wig fingering what appears to be a typewriter?
There's got to be a story behind that!
I think the missing half of the Donkey's moustache is
Obsessively troll much, Harry?
NancyGene are discussing
HarryLime wrote:
NancyGene wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
NancyGene wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will-Dockery wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will-Dockery wrote:
Shattered
The seconds have piled up
at the floor
lost here in some other guy's past
lying there
with your seconds piled
there went by a life
untold
unasked
going by
never caused and never traced
the future never ever appears here.
If some morning I wake
here for you
trying to find some reason to return
if I see things denied
I once defined
a life just passed me by there
slipped through my fingers
everything here now is real
so wait.
That portion of the finish
never comes.
Now that the lights are going so low
the dimming glow
falls on my ego
now that I'm falling
into my morning
here I am gazing into those
reflector eyes
morning light
is blasting my head clean too.
Morning's clearer
I've been forgetting it.
Your thoughts seem to stream
like a highway
dimming lights seem to streak
like hitch-hikers.
When does this dream end?
When do I get on up the road?
The light sped out
like a fire-fly
like gravestones
never noticed
never seen.
Like marbles
spilling from shattered minds.
-Will Dockery / August 20 1976
***
(Published March 1977 in the Carverlite, the Carver High School >>>>>>>> newspaper, Columbus Georgia)
From:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/09/shattered.html?m=1 >>>>>>>>
***
Original text restored, troll content removed.
No one touched
You're a troll, I didn't expect you to admit it.
EfyA
Anyone can scroll up and see that your poem's text wasn't touched, Donkey.
And what's up with the photo you attached? A nude guitar player and a Donkey in a woman's dressing gown and fright wig fingering what appears to be a typewriter?
There's got to be a story behind that!
Will Donkey was trying to strum a typewriter, yes. It had a lot of keys to master.
See attached for a closeup of this crudely colorized picture, wherein the dork has double eyebrows, someone slit Donkey's throat and Donkey has half of a moustache. The dork has a weirdly misshapen mouth, and Donkey has baby tits growing on his neck.
I think the missing half of the Donkey's moustache is stuck over the naked guitarist's eyebrow.
Donkey was still very young in that picture and his baby tits had not yet descended to become moobs.
NG: Did the moustache come off from passionate kissing? A moment in time for the naked guitarist.
MMP: The Donkey prefers to think of it as "a romantic interlude."
NG: We think that Donkey was about 23 (1981) in that photo, so he would have been mature enough to grow moobs. Do you not think that the Donkeytits family was farming tits? It could be Tit Montage, after all. Some of the tit crop was sent to China, but that now has titariffs.
MMP: It's possible, although Donkeytit farming is usually left to the women. >>
An undescended pair of Donkeytits on a male Donkey is like an undescended testicle on a man -- a male Donkey's moobs will not develop until they worked down by a Donkeytitologist.
Of course, Will could be Donkeytit farming -- especially if the other Donkeys looked on him as being effeminate. If so, there would have been several other pairs on his chest and back (which would be fortunately hidden by his shirt).
NG: Also, under the chin is a strange place for tits to start growing, but maybe that's why Will Donkey keeps his shirt unbuttoned--to give them room to grow to full size. It worked with Sarah Donkeytits.
MMP: They could be a premature set of Donkeywattles... but that's an extremely rare genetic condition... and from the photos that I've seen, his parents appeared to be wattle free.
HarryLime wrote:
NancyGene wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will-Dockery wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will-Dockery wrote:
Shattered
The seconds have piled up
at the floor
lost here in some other guy's past
lying there
with your seconds piled
there went by a life
untold
unasked
going by
never caused and never traced
the future never ever appears here.
If some morning I wake
here for you
trying to find some reason to return
if I see things denied
I once defined
a life just passed me by there
slipped through my fingers
everything here now is real
so wait.
That portion of the finish
never comes.
Now that the lights are going so low
the dimming glow
falls on my ego
now that I'm falling
into my morning
here I am gazing into those
reflector eyes
morning light
is blasting my head clean too.
Morning's clearer
I've been forgetting it.
Your thoughts seem to stream
like a highway
dimming lights seem to streak
like hitch-hikers.
When does this dream end?
When do I get on up the road?
The light sped out
like a fire-fly
like gravestones
never noticed
never seen.
Like marbles
spilling from shattered minds.
-Will Dockery / August 20 1976
***
(Published March 1977 in the Carverlite, the Carver High School
newspaper, Columbus Georgia)
From:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/09/shattered.html?m=1 >>>>>>
***
Original text restored, troll content removed.
No one touched
You're a troll, I didn't expect you to admit it.
And what's up with the photo you attached?
There's got to be a story behind that!
Will Donkey
NG: Donkey was about 23 (1981) in that photo,
Wow, Will Donkey
HarryLime wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime) posted:
Will-Dockery wrote:
Shattered
The seconds have piled up
at the floor
lost here in some other guy's past
lying there
with your seconds piled
there went by a life
untold
unasked
going by
never caused and never traced
the future never ever appears here.
If some morning I wake
here for you
trying to find some reason to return
if I see things denied
I once defined
a life just passed me by there
slipped through my fingers
everything here now is real
so wait.
That portion of the finish
never comes.
Now that the lights are going so low
the dimming glow
falls on my ego
now that I'm falling
into my morning
here I am gazing into those
reflector eyes
morning light
is blasting my head clean too.
Morning's clearer
I've been forgetting it.
Your thoughts seem to stream
like a highway
dimming lights seem to streak
like hitch-hikers.
When does this dream end?
When do I get on up the road?
The light sped out
like a fire-fly
like gravestones
never noticed
never seen.
Like marbles
spilling from shattered minds.
-Will Dockery / August 20 1976
***
(Published March 1977 in the Carverlite, the Carver High School
newspaper, Columbus Georgia)
From:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/09/shattered.html?m=1
***
Original text restored, troll content removed.
No one touched
You're a troll, I didn't expect you to admit it.
Anyone can scroll up and see that your poem's text wasn't touched, Donkey. >>>
And what's up with the photo you attached? A nude guitar player and in a woman's dressing gown and fright wig fingering what appears to be a typewriter?
There's got to be a story behind that!
I think the missing half of the Donkey's moustache is
Obsessively troll much, Harry?
NancyGene are discussing the bizarre, AI altered photo you decided to attach.
If you didn't want your photo to be a topic of discussion, you shouldn't have posted it in a Discussion Group.
HarryLime wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime) posted:
Will-Dockery wrote:
Shattered
The seconds have piled up
at the floor
lost here in some other guy's past
lying there
with your seconds piled
there went by a life
untold
unasked
going by
never caused and never traced
the future never ever appears here.
If some morning I wake
here for you
trying to find some reason to return
if I see things denied
I once defined
a life just passed me by there
slipped through my fingers
everything here now is real
so wait.
That portion of the finish
never comes.
Now that the lights are going so low
the dimming glow
falls on my ego
now that I'm falling
into my morning
here I am gazing into those
reflector eyes
morning light
is blasting my head clean too.
Morning's clearer
I've been forgetting it.
Your thoughts seem to stream
like a highway
dimming lights seem to streak
like hitch-hikers.
When does this dream end?
When do I get on up the road?
The light sped out
like a fire-fly
like gravestones
never noticed
never seen.
Like marbles
spilling from shattered minds.
-Will Dockery / August 20 1976
***
(Published March 1977 in the Carverlite, the Carver High School
newspaper, Columbus Georgia)
From:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/09/shattered.html?m=1
***
Original text restored, troll content removed.
No one touched
You're a troll, I didn't expect you to admit it.
Anyone can scroll up and see that your poem's text wasn't touched, Donkey. >>>
And what's up with the photo you attached? A nude guitar player and in a woman's dressing gown and fright wig fingering what appears to be a typewriter?
There's got to be a story behind that!
I think the missing half of the Donkey's moustache is
Obsessively troll much, Harry?
NancyGene are discussing the bizarre, AI altered photo you decided to attach.
If you didn't want your photo to be a topic of discussion, you shouldn't have posted it in a Discussion Group.
Dumbass.
Will-Dockery wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime) posted:
Will-Dockery wrote:
Shattered
The seconds have piled up
at the floor
lost here in some other guy's past
lying there
with your seconds piled
there went by a life
untold
unasked
going by
never caused and never traced
the future never ever appears here.
If some morning I wake
here for you
trying to find some reason to return
if I see things denied
I once defined
a life just passed me by there
slipped through my fingers
everything here now is real
so wait.
That portion of the finish
never comes.
Now that the lights are going so low
the dimming glow
falls on my ego
now that I'm falling
into my morning
here I am gazing into those
reflector eyes
morning light
is blasting my head clean too.
Morning's clearer
I've been forgetting it.
Your thoughts seem to stream
like a highway
dimming lights seem to streak
like hitch-hikers.
When does this dream end?
When do I get on up the road?
The light sped out
like a fire-fly
like gravestones
never noticed
never seen.
Like marbles
spilling from shattered minds.
-Will Dockery / August 20 1976
***
(Published March 1977 in the Carverlite, the Carver High School
newspaper, Columbus Georgia)
From:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/09/shattered.html?m=1
***
Original text restored, troll content removed.
No one touched
You're a troll, I didn't expect you to admit it.
Anyone can scroll up and see that your poem's text wasn't touched, Donkey. >>>>
And what's up with the photo you attached? A nude guitar player and in a woman's dressing gown and fright wig fingering what appears to be a typewriter?
There's got to be a story behind that!
I think the missing half of the Donkey's moustache is
Obsessively troll much, Harry?
NancyGene are discussing the bizarre, AI altered photo you decided to attach.
If you didn't want your photo to be a topic of discussion, you shouldn't have posted it in a Discussion Group.
You're also making malicious personal attacks against members of my family again.
And so it goes.
HarryLime wrote:
Will-Dockery wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime) posted:
Will-Dockery wrote:
Shattered
The seconds have piled up
at the floor
lost here in some other guy's past
lying there
with your seconds piled
there went by a life
untold
unasked
going by
never caused and never traced
the future never ever appears here.
If some morning I wake
here for you
trying to find some reason to return
if I see things denied
I once defined
a life just passed me by there
slipped through my fingers
everything here now is real
so wait.
That portion of the finish
never comes.
Now that the lights are going so low
the dimming glow
falls on my ego
now that I'm falling
into my morning
here I am gazing into those
reflector eyes
morning light
is blasting my head clean too.
Morning's clearer
I've been forgetting it.
Your thoughts seem to stream
like a highway
dimming lights seem to streak
like hitch-hikers.
When does this dream end?
When do I get on up the road?
The light sped out
like a fire-fly
like gravestones
never noticed
never seen.
Like marbles
spilling from shattered minds.
-Will Dockery / August 20 1976
***
(Published March 1977 in the Carverlite, the Carver High School
newspaper, Columbus Georgia)
From:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/09/shattered.html?m=1
***
Original text restored, troll content removed.
No one touched
You're a troll, I didn't expect you to admit it.
Anyone can scroll up and see that your poem's text wasn't touched, Donkey.
And what's up with the photo you attached? A nude guitar player and in a woman's dressing gown and fright wig fingering what appears to be a typewriter?
There's got to be a story behind that!
I think the missing half of the Donkey's moustache is
Obsessively troll much, Harry?
NancyGene are discussing the bizarre, AI altered photo you decided to attach.
If you didn't want your photo to be a topic of discussion, you shouldn't have posted it in a Discussion Group.
You're also making malicious personal attacks against members of my family again.
And so it goes.
???
Is the naked guitar man
Will-Dockery wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will-Dockery wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime) posted:
Will-Dockery wrote:
Shattered
The seconds have piled up
at the floor
lost here in some other guy's past
lying there
with your seconds piled
there went by a life
untold
unasked
going by
never caused and never traced
the future never ever appears here.
If some morning I wake
here for you
trying to find some reason to return
if I see things denied
I once defined
a life just passed me by there
slipped through my fingers
everything here now is real
so wait.
That portion of the finish
never comes.
Now that the lights are going so low
the dimming glow
falls on my ego
now that I'm falling
into my morning
here I am gazing into those
reflector eyes
morning light
is blasting my head clean too.
Morning's clearer
I've been forgetting it.
Your thoughts seem to stream
like a highway
dimming lights seem to streak
like hitch-hikers.
When does this dream end?
When do I get on up the road?
The light sped out
like a fire-fly
like gravestones
never noticed
never seen.
Like marbles
spilling from shattered minds.
-Will Dockery / August 20 1976
***
(Published March 1977 in the Carverlite, the Carver High School
newspaper, Columbus Georgia)
From:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/09/shattered.html?m=1 >>>>>>
***
Original text restored, troll content removed.
No one touched
You're a troll, I didn't expect you to admit it.
Anyone can scroll up and see that your poem's text wasn't touched, Donkey.
And what's up with the photo you attached? A nude guitar player and in a woman's dressing gown and fright wig fingering what appears to be a typewriter?
There's got to be a story behind that!
I think the missing half of the Donkey's moustache is
Obsessively troll much, Harry?
NancyGene are discussing the bizarre, AI altered photo you decided to attach.
If you didn't want your photo to be a topic of discussion, you shouldn't have posted it in a Discussion Group.
You're also making malicious personal attacks against members of my family again.
And so it goes.
MMP: ???
Is the naked guitar man a wife you've never told us about?
DONKEY: He's not naked.
HarryLime wrote:
Will-Dockery wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will-Dockery wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime) posted:
Will-Dockery wrote:
Shattered
The seconds have piled up
at the floor
lost here in some other guy's past
lying there
with your seconds piled
there went by a life
untold
unasked
going by
never caused and never traced
the future never ever appears here.
If some morning I wake
here for you
trying to find some reason to return
if I see things denied
I once defined
a life just passed me by there
slipped through my fingers
everything here now is real
so wait.
That portion of the finish
never comes.
Now that the lights are going so low
the dimming glow
falls on my ego
now that I'm falling
into my morning
here I am gazing into those
reflector eyes
morning light
is blasting my head clean too.
Morning's clearer
I've been forgetting it.
Your thoughts seem to stream
like a highway
dimming lights seem to streak
like hitch-hikers.
When does this dream end?
When do I get on up the road?
The light sped out
like a fire-fly
like gravestones
never noticed
never seen.
Like marbles
spilling from shattered minds.
-Will Dockery / August 20 1976
***
(Published March 1977 in the Carverlite, the Carver High School
newspaper, Columbus Georgia)
From:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/09/shattered.html?m=1 >>>>>>>
***
Original text restored, troll content removed.
No one touched
You're a troll, I didn't expect you to admit it.
Anyone can scroll up and see that your poem's text wasn't touched, Donkey.
And what's up with the photo you attached? A nude guitar player and in a woman's dressing gown and fright wig fingering what appears to be a typewriter?
There's got to be a story behind that!
I think the missing half of the Donkey's moustache is
Obsessively troll much, Harry?
NancyGene are discussing the bizarre, AI altered photo you decided to attach.
If you didn't want your photo to be a topic of discussion, you shouldn't have posted it in a Discussion Group.
You're also making malicious personal attacks against members of my family again.
And so it goes.
MMP: ???
Is the naked guitar man a wife you've never told us about?
DONKEY: He's not naked.
MMP: So he was your wife, then.
Got it.
HarryLime wrote:
Will-Dockery wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime) posted:
Will-Dockery wrote:
Shattered
The seconds have piled up
at the floor
lost here in some other guy's past
lying there
with your seconds piled
there went by a life
untold
unasked
going by
never caused and never traced
the future never ever appears here.
If some morning I wake
here for you
trying to find some reason to return
if I see things denied
I once defined
a life just passed me by there
slipped through my fingers
everything here now is real
so wait.
That portion of the finish
never comes.
Now that the lights are going so low
the dimming glow
falls on my ego
now that I'm falling
into my morning
here I am gazing into those
reflector eyes
morning light
is blasting my head clean too.
Morning's clearer
I've been forgetting it.
Your thoughts seem to stream
like a highway
dimming lights seem to streak
like hitch-hikers.
When does this dream end?
When do I get on up the road?
The light sped out
like a fire-fly
like gravestones
never noticed
never seen.
Like marbles
spilling from shattered minds.
-Will Dockery / August 20 1976
***
(Published March 1977 in the Carverlite, the Carver High School
newspaper, Columbus Georgia)
From:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/09/shattered.html?m=1
***
Original text restored, troll content removed.
No one touched
You're a troll, I didn't expect you to admit it.
Anyone can scroll up and see that your poem's text wasn't touched, Donkey.
And what's up with the photo you attached? A nude guitar player and in a woman's dressing gown and fright wig fingering what appears to be a typewriter?
There's got to be a story behind that!
I think the missing half of the Donkey's moustache is
Obsessively troll much, Harry?
NancyGene are discussing the bizarre, AI altered photo you decided to attach.
If you didn't want your photo to be a topic of discussion, you shouldn't have posted it in a Discussion Group.
You're also making malicious personal attacks against members of my family again.
And so it goes.
???
Is the naked guitar man a wife you've never told us about?
NancyGene wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will-Dockery wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime) posted:
Will-Dockery wrote:
Shattered
The seconds have piled up
at the floor
lost here in some other guy's past
lying there
with your seconds piled
there went by a life
untold
unasked
going by
never caused and never traced
the future never ever appears here.
If some morning I wake
here for you
trying to find some reason to return
if I see things denied
I once defined
a life just passed me by there
slipped through my fingers
everything here now is real
so wait.
That portion of the finish
never comes.
Now that the lights are going so low
the dimming glow
falls on my ego
now that I'm falling
into my morning
here I am gazing into those
reflector eyes
morning light
is blasting my head clean too.
Morning's clearer
I've been forgetting it.
Your thoughts seem to stream
like a highway
dimming lights seem to streak
like hitch-hikers.
When does this dream end?
When do I get on up the road?
The light sped out
like a fire-fly
like gravestones
never noticed
never seen.
Like marbles
spilling from shattered minds.
-Will Dockery / August 20 1976
***
(Published March 1977 in the Carverlite, the Carver High School
newspaper, Columbus Georgia)
From:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/09/shattered.html?m=1 >>>>>>
***
Original text restored, troll content removed.
No one touched
You're a troll, I didn't expect you to admit it.
Anyone can scroll up and see that your poem's text wasn't touched, Donkey.
And what's up with the photo you attached? A nude guitar player and in a woman's dressing gown and fright wig fingering what appears to be a typewriter?
There's got to be a story behind that!
I think the missing half of the Donkey's moustache is
Obsessively troll much, Harry?
NancyGene are discussing the bizarre, AI altered photo you decided to attach.
If you didn't want your photo to be a topic of discussion, you shouldn't have posted it in a Discussion Group.
You're also making malicious personal attacks against members of my family again.
And so it goes.
???
Is the naked guitar man a wife you've never told us about?
After getting naked, Donkey and the Naked Guitar Man play the guitar and the typewriter as foreplay? And exchange eyebrows and moustaches.
HarryLime wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime) posted:
Will-Dockery wrote:
Shattered
The seconds have piled up
at the floor
lost here in some other guy's past
lying there
with your seconds piled
there went by a life
untold
unasked
going by
never caused and never traced
the future never ever appears here.
If some morning I wake
here for you
trying to find some reason to return
if I see things denied
I once defined
a life just passed me by there
slipped through my fingers
everything here now is real
so wait.
That portion of the finish
never comes.
Now that the lights are going so low
the dimming glow
falls on my ego
now that I'm falling
into my morning
here I am gazing into those
reflector eyes
morning light
is blasting my head clean too.
Morning's clearer
I've been forgetting it.
Your thoughts seem to stream
like a highway
dimming lights seem to streak
like hitch-hikers.
When does this dream end?
When do I get on up the road?
The light sped out
like a fire-fly
like gravestones
never noticed
never seen.
Like marbles
spilling from shattered minds.
-Will Dockery / August 20 1976
***
(Published March 1977 in the Carverlite, the Carver High School
newspaper, Columbus Georgia)
From:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/09/shattered.html?m=1
***
Original text restored, troll content removed.
No one touched
You're a troll, I didn't expect you to admit it.
Anyone can scroll up and see that your poem's text wasn't touched,
Donkey.
And what's up with the photo you attached? A nude guitar player
and in a woman's dressing gown and fright wig fingering what
appears to be a typewriter?
There's got to be a story behind that!
I think the missing half of the Donkey's moustache is
Obsessively troll much, Harry?
NancyGene are discussing the bizarre, AI altered photo you decided to
attach.
If you didn't want your photo to be a topic of discussion, you
shouldn't have posted it in a Discussion Group.
Dumbass.
Will Donkey is now convinced that he is the Marlboro Man.
HarryLime wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
Shattered
The seconds have piled up
at the floor
lost here in some other guy's past
lying there
with your seconds piled
there went by a life
untold
unasked
going by
never caused and never traced
the future never ever appears here.
If some morning I wake
here for you
trying to find some reason to return
if I see things denied
I once defined
a life just passed me by there
slipped through my fingers
everything here now is real
so wait.
That portion of the finish
never comes.
Now that the lights are going so low
the dimming glow
falls on my ego
now that I'm falling
into my morning
here I am gazing into those
reflector eyes
morning light
is blasting my head clean too.
Morning's clearer
I've been forgetting it.
Your thoughts seem to stream
like a highway
dimming lights seem to streak
like hitch-hikers.
When does this dream end?
When do I get on up the road?
The light sped out
like a fire-fly
like gravestones
never noticed
never seen.
Like marbles
spilling from shattered minds.
-Will Dockery / August 20 1976
***
(Published March 1977 in the Carverlite, the Carver High School
newspaper, Columbus Georgia)
From:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/09/shattered.html?m=1 >>>>>
***
Original text restored, troll content removed.
And what's up with the photo you attached? A nude guitar player and in a woman's dressing gown and fright wig fingering what appears to be a typewriter?
There's got to be a story behind that!
I think the missing half of the moustache is
Obsessively troll much, Harry?
Is the naked guitar man a wife you've never told us about?
After getting naked, Dxxxxxx and the Naked Guitar Man play the guitar and the typewriter as foreplay? And exchange eyebrows and moustaches.
This is a response to the post seen at: http://www.jlaforums.com/viewtopic.php?p=683649581#683649581--
Will Dockery wrote:
mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime) posted:
Will Dockery wrote:
Shattered
The seconds have piled up
at the floor
lost here in some other guy's past
lying there
with your seconds piled
there went by a life
untold
unasked
going by
never caused and never traced
the future never ever appears here.
If some morning I wake
here for you
trying to find some reason to return
if I see things denied
I once defined
a life just passed me by there
slipped through my fingers
everything here now is real
so wait.
That portion of the finish
never comes.
Now that the lights are going so low
the dimming glow
falls on my ego
now that I'm falling
into my morning
here I am gazing into those
reflector eyes
morning light
is blasting my head clean too.
Morning's clearer
I've been forgetting it.
Your thoughts seem to stream
like a highway
dimming lights seem to streak
like hitch-hikers.
When does this dream end?
When do I get on up the road?
The light sped out
like a fire-fly
like gravestones
never noticed
never seen.
Like marbles
spilling from shattered minds.
-Will Dockery / August 20 1976
***
(Published March 1977 in the Carverlite, the Carver High School
newspaper, Columbus Georgia)
From:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/09/shattered.html?m=1 >>>>>>
***
Original text restored, troll content removed.
And what's up with the photo you attached? A nude guitar player and in a woman's dressing gown and fright wig fingering what appears to be a typewriter?
There's got to be a story behind that!
I think
Obsessively troll much, Harry?
Is the naked guitar man
Dockery: He's not naked.
MMP: So he was your wife, then.
Got it.
This is a response to the post seen at: http://www.jlaforums.com/viewtopic.php?p=683649581#683649581--
Will Dockery wrote:
mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime) posted:
Will Dockery wrote:
Shattered
The seconds have piled up
at the floor
lost here in some other guy's past
lying there
with your seconds piled
there went by a life
untold
unasked
going by
never caused and never traced
the future never ever appears here.
If some morning I wake
here for you
trying to find some reason to return
if I see things denied
I once defined
a life just passed me by there
slipped through my fingers
everything here now is real
so wait.
That portion of the finish
never comes.
Now that the lights are going so low
the dimming glow
falls on my ego
now that I'm falling
into my morning
here I am gazing into those
reflector eyes
morning light
is blasting my head clean too.
Morning's clearer
I've been forgetting it.
Your thoughts seem to stream
like a highway
dimming lights seem to streak
like hitch-hikers.
When does this dream end?
When do I get on up the road?
The light sped out
like a fire-fly
like gravestones
never noticed
never seen.
Like marbles
spilling from shattered minds.
-Will Dockery / August 20 1976
***
(Published March 1977 in the Carverlite, the Carver High School
newspaper, Columbus Georgia)
From:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/09/shattered.html?m=1
***
Original text restored, troll content removed.
No one touched
You're a troll, I didn't expect you to admit it.
Anyone can scroll up and see that your poem's text wasn't touched, Donkey.
And what's up with the photo you attached? A nude guitar player and in a woman's dressing gown and fright wig fingering what appears to be a typewriter?
There's got to be a story behind that!
I think the missing half of the Donkey's moustache is
Obsessively troll much, Harry?
NancyGene are discussing the bizarre, AI altered photo you decided to attach.
If you didn't want your photo to be a topic of discussion, you shouldn't have posted it in a Discussion Group.
You're also making malicious personal attacks against members of my family again.
And so it goes.
???
Is the naked guitar man a wife you've never told us about?
HarryLime wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime) posted:
Will-Dockery wrote:
Shattered
The seconds have piled up
at the floor
lost here in some other guy's past
lying there
with your seconds piled
there went by a life
untold
unasked
going by
never caused and never traced
the future never ever appears here.
If some morning I wake
here for you
trying to find some reason to return
if I see things denied
I once defined
a life just passed me by there
slipped through my fingers
everything here now is real
so wait.
That portion of the finish
never comes.
Now that the lights are going so low
the dimming glow
falls on my ego
now that I'm falling
into my morning
here I am gazing into those
reflector eyes
morning light
is blasting my head clean too.
Morning's clearer
I've been forgetting it.
Your thoughts seem to stream
like a highway
dimming lights seem to streak
like hitch-hikers.
When does this dream end?
When do I get on up the road?
The light sped out
like a fire-fly
like gravestones
never noticed
never seen.
Like marbles
spilling from shattered minds.
-Will Dockery / August 20 1976
***
(Published March 1977 in the Carverlite, the Carver High School
newspaper, Columbus Georgia)
From:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/09/shattered.html?m=1
***
Original text restored, troll content removed.
No one touched
You're a troll, I didn't expect you to admit it.
And what's up with the photo you attached? A nude guitar player and in a woman's dressing gown and fright wig fingering what appears to be a typewriter?
There's got to be a story behind that!
convinced that he is the Marlboro Man.
This is a response to the post seen at: http://www.jlaforums.com/viewtopic.php?p=683649581#683649581--
nancygene.andjayme@gmail-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (NancyGene) wrote in news:54adncWT9ppgXT30nZ2dnZfqnPednZ2d@giganews.com:
HarryLime wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
Shattered
The seconds have piled up
at the floor
lost here in some other guy's past
lying there
with your seconds piled
there went by a life
untold
unasked
going by
never caused and never traced
the future never ever appears here.
If some morning I wake
here for you
trying to find some reason to return
if I see things denied
I once defined
a life just passed me by there
slipped through my fingers
everything here now is real
so wait.
That portion of the finish
never comes.
Now that the lights are going so low
the dimming glow
falls on my ego
now that I'm falling
into my morning
here I am gazing into those
reflector eyes
morning light
is blasting my head clean too.
Morning's clearer
I've been forgetting it.
Your thoughts seem to stream
like a highway
dimming lights seem to streak
like hitch-hikers.
When does this dream end?
When do I get on up the road?
The light sped out
like a fire-fly
like gravestones
never noticed
never seen.
Like marbles
spilling from shattered minds.
-Will Dockery / August 20 1976
***
(Published March 1977 in the Carverlite, the Carver High School
newspaper, Columbus Georgia)
From:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/09/shattered.html?m=1
***
Original text restored, troll content removed.
No one touched
You're a troll, I didn't expect you to admit it.
And what's up with the photo you attached? A nude guitar player
and in a woman's dressing gown and fright wig fingering what
appears to be a typewriter?
There's got to be a story behind that!
Obsessively troll much, Harry?
now convinced that he is the Marlboro Man.
I have the ad campaign, it's shamelessly stolen from the old Marlboro advertising slogan
nancygene.andjayme@gmail-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (NancyGene) wrote in news:54adncWT9ppgXT30nZ2dnZfqnPednZ2d@giganews.com:
HarryLime wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
Shattered
The seconds have piled up
at the floor
lost here in some other guy's past
lying there
with your seconds piled
there went by a life
untold
unasked
going by
never caused and never traced
the future never ever appears here.
If some morning I wake
here for you
trying to find some reason to return
if I see things denied
I once defined
a life just passed me by there
slipped through my fingers
everything here now is real
so wait.
That portion of the finish
never comes.
Now that the lights are going so low
the dimming glow
falls on my ego
now that I'm falling
into my morning
here I am gazing into those
reflector eyes
morning light
is blasting my head clean too.
Morning's clearer
I've been forgetting it.
Your thoughts seem to stream
like a highway
dimming lights seem to streak
like hitch-hikers.
When does this dream end?
When do I get on up the road?
The light sped out
like a fire-fly
like gravestones
never noticed
never seen.
Like marbles
spilling from shattered minds.
-Will Dockery / August 20 1976
***
(Published March 1977 in the Carverlite, the Carver High School
newspaper, Columbus Georgia)
From:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/09/shattered.html?m=1
***
Original text restored, troll content removed.
No one touched
You're a troll, I didn't expect you to admit it.
And what's up with the photo you attached? A nude guitar player
and in a woman's dressing gown and fright wig fingering what
appears to be a typewriter?
There's got to be a story behind that!
Obsessively troll much, Harry?
now convinced that he is the Marlboro Man.
I have the ad campaign, it's shamelessly stolen from the old Marlboro advertising slogan
Cujo DeSockpuppet <cujo@petitmorte.net> posted:
nancygene.andjayme@gmail-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (NancyGene) wrote in
news:54adncWT9ppgXT30nZ2dnZfqnPednZ2d@giganews.com:
HarryLime wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
Shattered
The seconds have piled up
at the floor
lost here in some other guy's past
lying there
with your seconds piled
there went by a life
untold
unasked
going by
never caused and never traced
the future never ever appears here.
If some morning I wake
here for you
trying to find some reason to return
if I see things denied
I once defined
a life just passed me by there
slipped through my fingers
everything here now is real
so wait.
That portion of the finish
never comes.
Now that the lights are going so low
the dimming glow
falls on my ego
now that I'm falling
into my morning
here I am gazing into those
reflector eyes
morning light
is blasting my head clean too.
Morning's clearer
I've been forgetting it.
Your thoughts seem to stream
like a highway
dimming lights seem to streak
like hitch-hikers.
When does this dream end?
When do I get on up the road?
The light sped out
like a fire-fly
like gravestones
never noticed
never seen.
Like marbles
spilling from shattered minds.
-Will Dockery / August 20 1976
***
(Published March 1977 in the Carverlite, the Carver High School
newspaper, Columbus Georgia)
From:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/09/shattered.html?m=
1
***
Original text restored, troll content removed.
No one touched
You're a troll, I didn't expect you to admit it.
And what's up with the photo you attached? A nude guitar player
and in a woman's dressing gown and fright wig fingering what
appears to be a typewriter?
There's got to be a story behind that!
Obsessively troll much, Harry?
now convinced that he is the Marlboro Man.
Again, how so?
I have the ad campaign, it's shamelessly stolen from the old Marlboro
advertising slogan
At least you admit you're a second-hsnder now.
Will Dockery wrote:
Cujo DeSockpuppet <cujo> posted:
nancygene.andjayme@gmail-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (NancyGene) wrote in
news:54adncWT9ppgXT30nZ2dnZfqnPednZ2d@giganews.com:
HarryLime wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
Shattered
The seconds have piled up
at the floor
lost here in some other guy's past
lying there
with your seconds piled
there went by a life
untold
unasked
going by
never caused and never traced
the future never ever appears here.
If some morning I wake
here for you
trying to find some reason to return
if I see things denied
I once defined
a life just passed me by there
slipped through my fingers
everything here now is real
so wait.
That portion of the finish
never comes.
Now that the lights are going so low
the dimming glow
falls on my ego
now that I'm falling
into my morning
here I am gazing into those
reflector eyes
morning light
is blasting my head clean too.
Morning's clearer
I've been forgetting it.
Your thoughts seem to stream
like a highway
dimming lights seem to streak
like hitch-hikers.
When does this dream end?
When do I get on up the road?
The light sped out
like a fire-fly
like gravestones
never noticed
never seen.
Like marbles
spilling from shattered minds.
-Will Dockery / August 20 1976
***
(Published March 1977 in the Carverlite, the Carver High School
newspaper, Columbus Georgia)
From:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/09/shattered.html?m=1
***
Original text restored, troll content removed.
No one touched
You're a troll, I didn't expect you to admit it.
And what's up with the photo you attached? A nude guitar player
and in a woman's dressing gown and fright wig fingering what
appears to be a typewriter?
There's got to be a story behind that!
Obsessively troll much, Harry?
now convinced that he is the Marlboro Man.
Again, how so?
I have the ad campaign, it's shamelessly stolen from the old Marlboro
advertising slogan
At least you admit you're a second-hsnder now.
/quote]
You seem to have gotten that backwards
HarryLime wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
Cujo DeSockpuppet <cujo> posted:
nancygene.andjayme@gmail-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (NancyGene) wrote in
news:54adncWT9ppgXT30nZ2dnZfqnPednZ2d@giganews.com:
HarryLime wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
Shattered
The seconds have piled up
at the floor
lost here in some other guy's past
lying there
with your seconds piled
there went by a life
untold
unasked
going by
never caused and never traced
the future never ever appears here.
If some morning I wake
here for you
trying to find some reason to return
if I see things denied
I once defined
a life just passed me by there
slipped through my fingers
everything here now is real
so wait.
That portion of the finish
never comes.
Now that the lights are going so low
the dimming glow
falls on my ego
now that I'm falling
into my morning
here I am gazing into those
reflector eyes
morning light
is blasting my head clean too.
Morning's clearer
I've been forgetting it.
Your thoughts seem to stream
like a highway
dimming lights seem to streak
like hitch-hikers.
When does this dream end?
When do I get on up the road?
The light sped out
like a fire-fly
like gravestones
never noticed
never seen.
Like marbles
spilling from shattered minds.
-Will Dockery / August 20 1976
***
(Published March 1977 in the Carverlite, the Carver High School
newspaper, Columbus Georgia)
From:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/09/shattered.html?m=1
***
Original text restored, troll content removed.
No one touched
You're a troll, I didn't expect you to admit it.
And what's up with the photo you attached? A nude guitar player
and in a woman's dressing gown and fright wig fingering what
appears to be a typewriter?
There's got to be a story behind that!
Obsessively troll much, Harry?
now convinced that he is the Marlboro Man.
Again, how so?
I have the ad campaign, it's shamelessly stolen from the old Marlboro
advertising slogan
At least you admit you're a second-hsnder now.
/quote]
You seem to have gotten that backwards
Close enough.
[quote="Will-Dockery"]
HarryLime wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
Cujo DeSockpuppet <cujo> posted:
nancygene.andjayme@gmail-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (NancyGene) wrote
in news:54adncWT9ppgXT30nZ2dnZfqnPednZ2d@giganews.com:
HarryLime wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
Shattered
The seconds have piled up
at the floor
lost here in some other guy's past
lying there
with your seconds piled
there went by a life
untold
unasked
going by
never caused and never traced
the future never ever appears here.
If some morning I wake
here for you
trying to find some reason to return
if I see things denied
I once defined
a life just passed me by there
slipped through my fingers
everything here now is real
so wait.
That portion of the finish
never comes.
Now that the lights are going so low
the dimming glow
falls on my ego
now that I'm falling
into my morning
here I am gazing into those
reflector eyes
morning light
is blasting my head clean too.
Morning's clearer
I've been forgetting it.
Your thoughts seem to stream
like a highway
dimming lights seem to streak
like hitch-hikers.
When does this dream end?
When do I get on up the road?
The light sped out
like a fire-fly
like gravestones
never noticed
never seen.
Like marbles
spilling from shattered minds.
-Will Dockery / August 20 1976
***
(Published March 1977 in the Carverlite, the Carver High School
newspaper, Columbus Georgia)
From:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/09/shattered.html?m=1
***
Original text restored, troll content removed.
No one touched
You're a troll, I didn't expect you to admit it.
And what's up with the photo you attached? A nude guitar player
and in a woman's dressing gown and fright wig fingering what
appears to be a typewriter?
There's got to be a story behind that!
Obsessively troll much, Harry?
now convinced that he is the Marlboro Man.
Again, how so?
I have the ad campaign, it's shamelessly stolen from the old
Marlboro advertising slogan
At least you admit you're a second-hsnder now.
/quote]
You seem to have gotten that backwards
Close enough.
NancyGene said that you were imitating a Marlboro man ad, Donkey.
Since you are the one imitating the ad, you would be the one second
handing.
Dumbass.
Will Dockery wrote:
Shattered
The seconds have piled up
at the floor
lost here in some other guy's past
lying there
with your seconds piled
there went by a life
untold
unasked
going by
never caused and never traced
the future never ever appears here.
If some morning I wake
here for you
trying to find some reason to return
if I see things denied
I once defined
a life just passed me by there
slipped through my fingers
everything here now is real
so wait.
That portion of the finish
never comes.
Now that the lights are going so low
the dimming glow
falls on my ego
now that I'm falling
into my morning
here I am gazing into those
reflector eyes
morning light
is blasting my head clean too.
Morning's clearer
I've been forgetting it.
Your thoughts seem to stream
like a highway
dimming lights seem to streak
like hitch-hikers.
When does this dream end?
When do I get on up the road?
The light sped out
like a fire-fly
like gravestones
never noticed
never seen.
Like marbles
spilling from shattered minds.
-Will Dockery / August 20 1976
***
(Published March 1977 in the Carverlite, the Carver High School
newspaper, Columbus Georgia)
From:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/09/shattered.html?m=1
***
Original text restored, troll content removed.
NancyGene said that you were imitating a Marlboro man ad
Will Dockery wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
Cujo DeSockpuppet <cujo> posted:
nancygene.andjayme@gmail-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (NancyGene) wrote in
news:54adncWT9ppgXT30nZ2dnZfqnPednZ2d@giganews.com:
HarryLime wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
Shattered
The seconds have piled up
at the floor
lost here in some other guy's past
lying there
with your seconds piled
there went by a life
untold
unasked
going by
never caused and never traced
the future never ever appears here.
If some morning I wake
here for you
trying to find some reason to return
if I see things denied
I once defined
a life just passed me by there
slipped through my fingers
everything here now is real
so wait.
That portion of the finish
never comes.
Now that the lights are going so low
the dimming glow
falls on my ego
now that I'm falling
into my morning
here I am gazing into those
reflector eyes
morning light
is blasting my head clean too.
Morning's clearer
I've been forgetting it.
Your thoughts seem to stream
like a highway
dimming lights seem to streak
like hitch-hikers.
When does this dream end?
When do I get on up the road?
The light sped out
like a fire-fly
like gravestones
never noticed
never seen.
Like marbles
spilling from shattered minds.
-Will Dockery / August 20 1976
***
(Published March 1977 in the Carverlite, the Carver High School
newspaper, Columbus Georgia)
From:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/09/shattered.html?m=1
***
Original text restored, troll content removed.
No one touched
You're a troll, I didn't expect you to admit it.
And what's up with the photo you attached? A nude guitar player
and in a woman's dressing gown and fright wig fingering what
appears to be a typewriter?
There's got to be a story behind that!
Obsessively troll much, Harry?
now convinced that he is the Marlboro Man.
Again, how so?
I have the ad campaign, it's shamelessly stolen from the old Marlboro
advertising slogan
At least you admit you're a second-hsnder now.
/quote]
You seem to have gotten that backwards
Close enough.
NancyGene said that you were imitating a Marlboro man ad,
HarryLime wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
Cujo DeSockpuppet <cujo> posted:
nancygene.andjayme@gmail-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (NancyGene) wrote in >>>>> news:54adncWT9ppgXT30nZ2dnZfqnPednZ2d@giganews.com:
HarryLime wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
Shattered
The seconds have piled up
at the floor
lost here in some other guy's past
lying there
with your seconds piled
there went by a life
untold
unasked
going by
never caused and never traced
the future never ever appears here.
If some morning I wake
here for you
trying to find some reason to return
if I see things denied
I once defined
a life just passed me by there
slipped through my fingers
everything here now is real
so wait.
That portion of the finish
never comes.
Now that the lights are going so low
the dimming glow
falls on my ego
now that I'm falling
into my morning
here I am gazing into those
reflector eyes
morning light
is blasting my head clean too.
Morning's clearer
I've been forgetting it.
Your thoughts seem to stream
like a highway
dimming lights seem to streak
like hitch-hikers.
When does this dream end?
When do I get on up the road?
The light sped out
like a fire-fly
like gravestones
never noticed
never seen.
Like marbles
spilling from shattered minds.
-Will Dockery / August 20 1976
***
(Published March 1977 in the Carverlite, the Carver High School
newspaper, Columbus Georgia)
From:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/09/shattered.html?m=1
***
Original text restored, troll content removed.
No one touched
You're a troll, I didn't expect you to admit it.
And what's up with the photo you attached? A nude guitar player
and in a woman's dressing gown and fright wig fingering what
appears to be a typewriter?
There's got to be a story behind that!
Obsessively troll much, Harry?
now convinced that he is the Marlboro Man.
Again, how so?
I have the ad campaign, it's shamelessly stolen from the old Marlboro >>>>> advertising slogan
At least you admit you're a second-hsnder now.
/quote]
You seem to have gotten that backwards
Close enough.
NancyGene said that you were imitating a Marlboro man ad,
That's absurd.
Will-Dockery wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
Cujo DeSockpuppet <cujo> posted:
nancygene.andjayme@gmail-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (NancyGene) wrote in >>>>>> news:54adncWT9ppgXT30nZ2dnZfqnPednZ2d@giganews.com:
HarryLime wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
Shattered
The seconds have piled up
at the floor
lost here in some other guy's past
lying there
with your seconds piled
there went by a life
untold
unasked
going by
never caused and never traced
the future never ever appears here.
If some morning I wake
here for you
trying to find some reason to return
if I see things denied
I once defined
a life just passed me by there
slipped through my fingers
everything here now is real
so wait.
That portion of the finish
never comes.
Now that the lights are going so low
the dimming glow
falls on my ego
now that I'm falling
into my morning
here I am gazing into those
reflector eyes
morning light
is blasting my head clean too.
Morning's clearer
I've been forgetting it.
Your thoughts seem to stream
like a highway
dimming lights seem to streak
like hitch-hikers.
When does this dream end?
When do I get on up the road?
The light sped out
like a fire-fly
like gravestones
never noticed
never seen.
Like marbles
spilling from shattered minds.
-Will Dockery / August 20 1976
***
(Published March 1977 in the Carverlite, the Carver High School
newspaper, Columbus Georgia)
From:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/09/shattered.html?m=1 >>>>>>
***
Original text restored, troll content removed.
No one touched
You're a troll, I didn't expect you to admit it.
And what's up with the photo you attached? A nude guitar player
and in a woman's dressing gown and fright wig fingering what
appears to be a typewriter?
There's got to be a story behind that!
Obsessively troll much, Harry?
now convinced that he is the Marlboro Man.
Again, how so?
I have the ad campaign, it's shamelessly stolen from the old Marlboro >>>>>> advertising slogan
At least you admit you're a second-hsnder now.
/quote]
You seem to have gotten that backwards
Close enough.
NancyGene said that you were imitating a Marlboro man ad,
That's absurd.
Of course it is
Will Dockery wrote:
Shattered
The seconds have piled up
at the floor
lost here in some other guy's past
lying there
with your seconds piled
there went by a life
untold
unasked
going by
never caused and never traced
the future never ever appears here.
If some morning I wake
here for you
trying to find some reason to return
if I see things denied
I once defined
a life just passed me by there
slipped through my fingers
everything here now is real
so wait.
That portion of the finish
never comes.
Now that the lights are going so low
the dimming glow
falls on my ego
now that I'm falling
into my morning
here I am gazing into those
reflector eyes
morning light
is blasting my head clean too.
Morning's clearer
I've been forgetting it.
Your thoughts seem to stream
like a highway
dimming lights seem to streak
like hitch-hikers.
When does this dream end?
When do I get on up the road?
The light sped out
like a fire-fly
like gravestones
never noticed
never seen.
Like marbles
spilling from shattered minds.
-Will Dockery / August 20 1976
***
(Published March 1977 in the Carverlite, the Carver High School
newspaper, Columbus Georgia)
From:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/09/shattered.html?m=1 >>>>>
***
Original text restored, troll content removed.
NancyGene said that you were imitating a Marlboro man ad,
That's absurd.
Of course it is
Will Dockery wrote:
mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime) posted:
Will Dockery wrote:
Shattered
The seconds have piled up
at the floor
lost here in some other guy's past
lying there
with your seconds piled
there went by a life
untold
unasked
going by
never caused and never traced
the future never ever appears here.
If some morning I wake
here for you
trying to find some reason to return
if I see things denied
I once defined
a life just passed me by there
slipped through my fingers
everything here now is real
so wait.
That portion of the finish
never comes.
Now that the lights are going so low
the dimming glow
falls on my ego
now that I'm falling
into my morning
here I am gazing into those
reflector eyes
morning light
is blasting my head clean too.
Morning's clearer
I've been forgetting it.
Your thoughts seem to stream
like a highway
dimming lights seem to streak
like hitch-hikers.
When does this dream end?
When do I get on up the road?
The light sped out
like a fire-fly
like gravestones
never noticed
never seen.
Like marbles
spilling from shattered minds.
-Will Dockery / August 20 1976
***
(Published March 1977 in the Carverlite, the Carver High School
newspaper, Columbus Georgia)
From:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/09/shattered.html?m=1
***
Original text restored, troll content removed.
NancyGene said that you were imitating a Marlboro man ad,
That's absurd.
Of course it is
Especially since I haven't smoked a cigarette in about 17 years.
HarryLime wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime) posted:
Will Dockery wrote:
Shattered
The seconds have piled up
at the floor
lost here in some other guy's past
lying there
with your seconds piled
there went by a life
untold
unasked
going by
never caused and never traced
the future never ever appears here.
If some morning I wake
here for you
trying to find some reason to return
if I see things denied
I once defined
a life just passed me by there
slipped through my fingers
everything here now is real
so wait.
That portion of the finish
never comes.
Now that the lights are going so low
the dimming glow
falls on my ego
now that I'm falling
into my morning
here I am gazing into those
reflector eyes
morning light
is blasting my head clean too.
Morning's clearer
I've been forgetting it.
Your thoughts seem to stream
like a highway
dimming lights seem to streak
like hitch-hikers.
When does this dream end?
When do I get on up the road?
The light sped out
like a fire-fly
like gravestones
never noticed
never seen.
Like marbles
spilling from shattered minds.
-Will Dockery / August 20 1976
***
(Published March 1977 in the Carverlite, the Carver High School
newspaper, Columbus Georgia)
From:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/09/shattered.html?m=1
***
Original text restored, troll content removed.
NancyGene said that you were imitating a Marlboro man ad,
That's absurd.
Of course it is
Especially since I haven't smoked a cigarette in about 17 years.
I'm sure that photo is from much more than 17 years ago
Will-Dockery wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime) posted:
Will Dockery wrote:
Shattered
The seconds have piled up
at the floor
lost here in some other guy's past
lying there
with your seconds piled
there went by a life
untold
unasked
going by
never caused and never traced
the future never ever appears here.
If some morning I wake
here for you
trying to find some reason to return
if I see things denied
I once defined
a life just passed me by there
slipped through my fingers
everything here now is real
so wait.
That portion of the finish
never comes.
Now that the lights are going so low
the dimming glow
falls on my ego
now that I'm falling
into my morning
here I am gazing into those
reflector eyes
morning light
is blasting my head clean too.
Morning's clearer
I've been forgetting it.
Your thoughts seem to stream
like a highway
dimming lights seem to streak
like hitch-hikers.
When does this dream end?
When do I get on up the road?
The light sped out
like a fire-fly
like gravestones
never noticed
never seen.
Like marbles
spilling from shattered minds.
-Will Dockery / August 20 1976
***
(Published March 1977 in the Carverlite, the Carver High School
newspaper, Columbus Georgia)
From:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/09/shattered.html?m=1
***
Original text restored, troll content removed.
NancyGene said that you were imitating a Marlboro man ad,
That's absurd.
Of course it is
Especially since I haven't smoked a cigarette in about 17 years.
I'm sure that photo is from much more than 17 years ago
Which photo?
Will-Dockery wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime) posted:
Will Dockery wrote:
Shattered
The seconds have piled up
at the floor
lost here in some other guy's past
lying there
with your seconds piled
there went by a life
untold
unasked
going by
never caused and never traced
the future never ever appears here.
If some morning I wake
here for you
trying to find some reason to return
if I see things denied
I once defined
a life just passed me by there
slipped through my fingers
everything here now is real
so wait.
That portion of the finish
never comes.
Now that the lights are going so low
the dimming glow
falls on my ego
now that I'm falling
into my morning
here I am gazing into those
reflector eyes
morning light
is blasting my head clean too.
Morning's clearer
I've been forgetting it.
Your thoughts seem to stream
like a highway
dimming lights seem to streak
like hitch-hikers.
When does this dream end?
When do I get on up the road?
The light sped out
like a fire-fly
like gravestones
never noticed
never seen.
Like marbles
spilling from shattered minds.
-Will Dockery / August 20 1976
***
(Published March 1977 in the Carverlite, the Carver High School
newspaper, Columbus Georgia)
From:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/09/shattered.html?m=1
***
Original text restored, troll content removed.
NancyGene said that you were imitating a Marlboro man ad,
That's absurd.
Of course it is
Especially since I haven't smoked a cigarette in about 17 years.
I'm sure that photo is from much more than 17 years ago
Which photo?
HarryLime wrote:
Will-Dockery wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime) posted:
Will Dockery wrote:
Shattered
The seconds have piled up
at the floor
lost here in some other guy's past
lying there
with your seconds piled
there went by a life
untold
unasked
going by
never caused and never traced
the future never ever appears here.
If some morning I wake
here for you
trying to find some reason to return
if I see things denied
I once defined
a life just passed me by there
slipped through my fingers
everything here now is real
so wait.
That portion of the finish
never comes.
Now that the lights are going so low
the dimming glow
falls on my ego
now that I'm falling
into my morning
here I am gazing into those
reflector eyes
morning light
is blasting my head clean too.
Morning's clearer
I've been forgetting it.
Your thoughts seem to stream
like a highway
dimming lights seem to streak
like hitch-hikers.
When does this dream end?
When do I get on up the road?
The light sped out
like a fire-fly
like gravestones
never noticed
never seen.
Like marbles
spilling from shattered minds.
-Will Dockery / August 20 1976
***
(Published March 1977 in the Carverlite, the Carver High School
newspaper, Columbus Georgia)
From:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/09/shattered.html?m=1
***
Original text restored, troll content removed.
NancyGene said that you were imitating a Marlboro man ad,
That's absurd.
Of course it is
Especially since I haven't smoked a cigarette in about 17 years.
I'm sure that photo is from much more than 17 years ago
Which photo?
The one we've been discussing,
HINT: Naked Guitar Man, musical typewriter, moustaches pasted on eyebrows...
Will-Dockery wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will-Dockery wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime) posted:
Will Dockery wrote:
Shattered
The seconds have piled up
at the floor
lost here in some other guy's past
lying there
with your seconds piled
there went by a life
untold
unasked
going by
never caused and never traced
the future never ever appears here.
If some morning I wake
here for you
trying to find some reason to return
if I see things denied
I once defined
a life just passed me by there
slipped through my fingers
everything here now is real
so wait.
That portion of the finish
never comes.
Now that the lights are going so low
the dimming glow
falls on my ego
now that I'm falling
into my morning
here I am gazing into those
reflector eyes
morning light
is blasting my head clean too.
Morning's clearer
I've been forgetting it.
Your thoughts seem to stream
like a highway
dimming lights seem to streak
like hitch-hikers.
When does this dream end?
When do I get on up the road?
The light sped out
like a fire-fly
like gravestones
never noticed
never seen.
Like marbles
spilling from shattered minds.
-Will Dockery / August 20 1976
***
(Published March 1977 in the Carverlite, the Carver High School
newspaper, Columbus Georgia)
From:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/09/shattered.html?m=1 >>>>>>
***
Original text restored, troll content removed.
NancyGene said that you were imitating a Marlboro man ad,
That's absurd.
Of course it is
Especially since I haven't smoked a cigarette in about 17 years.
I'm sure that photo is from much more than 17 years ago
Which photo?
The one we've been discussing,
HINT: Naked Guitar Man, musical typewriter, moustaches pasted on eyebrows...
Okay, I don't see how that photograph relates to the Marlboro Man though.
Can you explain,?
Will-Dockery wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will-Dockery wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime) posted:
Will Dockery wrote:
Shattered
The seconds have piled up
at the floor
lost here in some other guy's past
lying there
with your seconds piled
there went by a life
untold
unasked
going by
never caused and never traced
the future never ever appears here.
If some morning I wake
here for you
trying to find some reason to return
if I see things denied
I once defined
a life just passed me by there
slipped through my fingers
everything here now is real
so wait.
That portion of the finish
never comes.
Now that the lights are going so low
the dimming glow
falls on my ego
now that I'm falling
into my morning
here I am gazing into those
reflector eyes
morning light
is blasting my head clean too.
Morning's clearer
I've been forgetting it.
Your thoughts seem to stream
like a highway
dimming lights seem to streak
like hitch-hikers.
When does this dream end?
When do I get on up the road?
The light sped out
like a fire-fly
like gravestones
never noticed
never seen.
Like marbles
spilling from shattered minds.
-Will Dockery / August 20 1976
***
(Published March 1977 in the Carverlite, the Carver High School
newspaper, Columbus Georgia)
From:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/09/shattered.html?m= >>>>>>> 1
***
Original text restored, troll content removed.
NancyGene said that you were imitating a Marlboro man ad,
That's absurd.
Of course it is
Especially since I haven't smoked a cigarette in about 17 years.
I'm sure that photo is from much more than 17 years ago
Which photo?
The one we've been discussing,
HINT: Naked Guitar Man, musical typewriter, moustaches pasted on
eyebrows...
Okay, I don't see how that photograph relates to the Marlboro Man
though.
Can you explain,?
No.
I see a naked man with a guitar joking around with a man wearing a
ladies dressing gown (and fingering a typewriter).
It looks like two lovers having a little fun after a roll beneath the
sheets.
I also don't understand what appears to be a visual joke regarding the typewriter.
A playful "words and music" partnership reference?
HarryLime wrote:
Will-Dockery wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will-Dockery wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime) posted:
Will Dockery wrote:
Shattered
The seconds have piled up
at the floor
lost here in some other guy's past
lying there
with your seconds piled
there went by a life
untold
unasked
going by
never caused and never traced
the future never ever appears here.
If some morning I wake
here for you
trying to find some reason to return
if I see things denied
I once defined
a life just passed me by there
slipped through my fingers
everything here now is real
so wait.
That portion of the finish
never comes.
Now that the lights are going so low
the dimming glow
falls on my ego
now that I'm falling
into my morning
here I am gazing into those
reflector eyes
morning light
is blasting my head clean too.
Morning's clearer
I've been forgetting it.
Your thoughts seem to stream
like a highway
dimming lights seem to streak
like hitch-hikers.
When does this dream end?
When do I get on up the road?
The light sped out
like a fire-fly
like gravestones
never noticed
never seen.
Like marbles
spilling from shattered minds.
-Will Dockery / August 20 1976
***
(Published March 1977 in the Carverlite, the Carver High School
newspaper, Columbus Georgia)
From:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/09/shattered.html?m=1 >>>>>>>
***
Original text restored, troll content removed.
NancyGene said that you were imitating a Marlboro man ad,
That's absurd.
Of course it is
Especially since I haven't smoked a cigarette in about 17 years.
I'm sure that photo is from much more than 17 years ago
Which photo?
The one we've been discussing,
HINT: Naked Guitar Man, musical typewriter, moustaches pasted on eyebrows...
Okay, I don't see how that photograph relates to the Marlboro Man though.
Can you explain,?
No.
I see a naked man with a guitar joking around with a man wearing a ladies dressing gown (and fingering a typewriter).
It looks like two lovers having a little fun after a roll beneath the sheets.
I also don't understand what appears to be a visual joke regarding the typewriter.
A playful "words and music" partnership reference?
Will-Dockery wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will-Dockery wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will-Dockery wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime) posted:
Will Dockery wrote:
Shattered
The seconds have piled up
at the floor
lost here in some other guy's past
lying there
with your seconds piled
there went by a life
untold
unasked
going by
never caused and never traced
the future never ever appears here.
If some morning I wake
here for you
trying to find some reason to return
if I see things denied
I once defined
a life just passed me by there
slipped through my fingers
everything here now is real
so wait.
That portion of the finish
never comes.
Now that the lights are going so low
the dimming glow
falls on my ego
now that I'm falling
into my morning
here I am gazing into those
reflector eyes
morning light
is blasting my head clean too.
Morning's clearer
I've been forgetting it.
Your thoughts seem to stream
like a highway
dimming lights seem to streak
like hitch-hikers.
When does this dream end?
When do I get on up the road?
The light sped out
like a fire-fly
like gravestones
never noticed
never seen.
Like marbles
spilling from shattered minds.
-Will Dockery / August 20 1976
***
(Published March 1977 in the Carverlite, the Carver High School >>>>>>>> newspaper, Columbus Georgia)
From:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/09/shattered.html?m=1 >>>>>>>>
***
Original text restored, troll content removed.
NancyGene said that you were imitating a Marlboro man ad,
That's absurd.
Of course it is
Especially since I haven't smoked a cigarette in about 17 years. >>>>>>>
I'm sure that photo is from much more than 17 years ago
Which photo?
The one we've been discussing,
HINT: Naked Guitar Man, musical typewriter, moustaches pasted on eyebrows...
Okay, I don't see how that photograph relates to the Marlboro Man though. >>>
Can you explain,?
No.
I see a naked man with a guitar joking around with a man wearing a ladies dressing gown (and fingering a typewriter).
It looks like two lovers having a little fun after a roll beneath the sheets.
I also don't understand what appears to be a visual joke regarding the typewriter.
A playful "words and music" partnership reference?
The guitarist (Jim Pontius) wasn't naked, he just didn't have a shirt on.
Similar to a photograph of me taken that same hot summer of 1981, shirtless.
See JLA Forums attachment below.
HarryLime wrote:
Will-Dockery wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will-Dockery wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will-Dockery wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime) posted: >>>>>>>>
Will Dockery wrote:
Shattered
The seconds have piled up
at the floor
lost here in some other guy's past
lying there
with your seconds piled
there went by a life
untold
unasked
going by
never caused and never traced
the future never ever appears here.
If some morning I wake
here for you
trying to find some reason to return
if I see things denied
I once defined
a life just passed me by there
slipped through my fingers
everything here now is real
so wait.
That portion of the finish
never comes.
Now that the lights are going so low
the dimming glow
falls on my ego
now that I'm falling
into my morning
here I am gazing into those
reflector eyes
morning light
is blasting my head clean too.
Morning's clearer
I've been forgetting it.
Your thoughts seem to stream
like a highway
dimming lights seem to streak
like hitch-hikers.
When does this dream end?
When do I get on up the road?
The light sped out
like a fire-fly
like gravestones
never noticed
never seen.
Like marbles
spilling from shattered minds.
-Will Dockery / August 20 1976
***
(Published March 1977 in the Carverlite, the Carver High School >>>>>>>>> newspaper, Columbus Georgia)
From:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/09/shattered.html?m=1 >>>>>>>>>
***
Original text restored, troll content removed.
NancyGene said that you were imitating a Marlboro man ad,
That's absurd.
Of course it is
Especially since I haven't smoked a cigarette in about 17 years. >>>>>>>>
I'm sure that photo is from much more than 17 years ago
Which photo?
The one we've been discussing,
HINT: Naked Guitar Man, musical typewriter, moustaches pasted on eyebrows...
Okay, I don't see how that photograph relates to the Marlboro Man though. >>>>
Can you explain,?
No.
I see a naked man with a guitar joking around with a man wearing a ladies dressing gown (and fingering a typewriter).
It looks like two lovers having a little fun after a roll beneath the sheets.
I also don't understand what appears to be a visual joke regarding the typewriter.
A playful "words and music" partnership reference?
The guitarist (Jim Pontius) wasn't naked, he just didn't have a shirt on.
Similar to a photograph of me taken that same hot summer of 1981, shirtless. >>
See JLA Forums attachment below.
Hey, what went on between you and the Naked Cowboy is your business, Donkey. I don't judge.
Will-Dockery wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime) posted:
Will Dockery wrote:
Shattered
The seconds have piled up
at the floor
lost here in some other guy's past
lying there
with your seconds piled
there went by a life
untold
unasked
going by
never caused and never traced
the future never ever appears here.
If some morning I wake
here for you
trying to find some reason to return
if I see things denied
I once defined
a life just passed me by there
slipped through my fingers
everything here now is real
so wait.
That portion of the finish
never comes.
Now that the lights are going so low
the dimming glow
falls on my ego
now that I'm falling
into my morning
here I am gazing into those
reflector eyes
morning light
is blasting my head clean too.
Morning's clearer
I've been forgetting it.
Your thoughts seem to stream
like a highway
dimming lights seem to streak
like hitch-hikers.
When does this dream end?
When do I get on up the road?
The light sped out
like a fire-fly
like gravestones
never noticed
never seen.
Like marbles
spilling from shattered minds.
-Will Dockery / August 20 1976
***
(Published March 1977 in the Carverlite, the Carver High School
newspaper, Columbus Georgia)
From:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/09/shattered.html?m=1 >>>>>>
***
Original text restored, troll content removed.
NancyGene said that you were imitating a Marlboro man ad,
That's absurd.
Of course it is
Especially since I haven't smoked a cigarette in about 17 years.
I'm sure that photo is from much more than 17 years ago
Which photo?
The one we've been discussing,
HINT: Naked Guitar Man, musical typewriter, moustaches pasted on eyebrows...
Okay, I don't see how that photograph relates to the Marlboro Man though.
Can you explain,?
No.
I see a naked man with a guitar joking around with a man wearing a ladies dressing gown (and fingering a typewriter).
It looks like two lovers having a little fun after a roll beneath the sheets.
I also don't understand what appears to be a visual joke regarding the typewriter.
A playful "words and music" partnership reference?
This is a response to the post seen at: http://www.jlaforums.com/viewtopic.php?p=683649581#683649581--
Will Dockery wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime) posted:
Will Dockery wrote:
I'm sure that photo is from much more than 17 years agoShattered
The seconds have piled up
at the floor
lost here in some other guy's past
lying there
with your seconds piled
there went by a life
untold
unasked
going by
never caused and never traced
the future never ever appears here.
If some morning I wake
here for you
trying to find some reason to return
if I see things denied
I once defined
a life just passed me by there
slipped through my fingers
everything here now is real
so wait.
That portion of the finish
never comes.
Now that the lights are going so low
the dimming glow
falls on my ego
now that I'm falling
into my morning
here I am gazing into those
reflector eyes
morning light
is blasting my head clean too.
Morning's clearer
I've been forgetting it.
Your thoughts seem to stream
like a highway
dimming lights seem to streak
like hitch-hikers.
When does this dream end?
When do I get on up the road?
The light sped out
like a fire-fly
like gravestones
never noticed
never seen.
Like marbles
spilling from shattered minds.
-Will Dockery / August 20 1976
***
(Published March 1977 in the Carverlite, the Carver High School >>>>>>>> newspaper, Columbus Georgia)
From:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/09/shattered.html?m=1 >>>>>>>>
***
Original text restored, troll content removed.
NancyGene said that you were imitating a Marlboro man ad,
That's absurd.
Of course it is
Especially since I haven't smoked a cigarette in about 17 years. >>>>>
Which photo?
The one we've been discussing,
HINT: Naked Guitar Man, musical typewriter, moustaches pasted on eyebrows...
Okay, I don't see how that photograph relates to the Marlboro Man though. >>>
Can you explain,?
No.
I see a naked man with a guitar joking around with a man wearing a ladies dressing gown (and fingering a typewriter).
It looks like two lovers having a little fun after a roll beneath the sheets.
I also don't understand what appears to be a visual joke regarding the typewriter.
A playful "words and music" partnership reference?
The guitarist (Jim Pontius) wasn't naked, he just didn't have a shirt on.
Similar to a photograph of me taken that same hot summer of 1981, shirtless.
See JLA Forums attachment below.
Hey, what went on between you and the Naked Cowboy is your business
mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime) wrote in news:1-6dneMBz6jybTn0nZ2dnZfqn_WdnZ2d@giganews.com:
Will Dockery wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime) posted:
Will Dockery wrote:
I'm sure that photo is from much more than 17 years agoShattered
The seconds have piled up
at the floor
lost here in some other guy's past
lying there
with your seconds piled
there went by a life
untold
unasked
going by
never caused and never traced
the future never ever appears here.
If some morning I wake
here for you
trying to find some reason to return
if I see things denied
I once defined
a life just passed me by there
slipped through my fingers
everything here now is real
so wait.
That portion of the finish
never comes.
Now that the lights are going so low
the dimming glow
falls on my ego
now that I'm falling
into my morning
here I am gazing into those
reflector eyes
morning light
is blasting my head clean too.
Morning's clearer
I've been forgetting it.
Your thoughts seem to stream
like a highway
dimming lights seem to streak
like hitch-hikers.
When does this dream end?
When do I get on up the road?
The light sped out
like a fire-fly
like gravestones
never noticed
never seen.
Like marbles
spilling from shattered minds.
-Will Dockery / August 20 1976
***
(Published March 1977 in the Carverlite, the Carver High School >>>>>>> newspaper, Columbus Georgia)
From:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/09/shattered.html?m= >>>>>>> 1
***
Original text restored, troll content removed.
NancyGene said that you were imitating a Marlboro man ad,
That's absurd.
Of course it is
Especially since I haven't smoked a cigarette in about 17 years. >>>>>
Which photo?
The one we've been discussing,
HINT: Naked Guitar Man, musical typewriter, moustaches pasted on
eyebrows...
Okay, I don't see how that photograph relates to the Marlboro Man
though.
Can you explain,?
No.
I see a naked man with a guitar joking around with a man wearing a
ladies dressing gown (and fingering a typewriter).
It looks like two lovers having a little fun after a roll beneath the sheets.
I also don't understand what appears to be a visual joke regarding the typewriter.
A playful "words and music" partnership reference?
"Never had it. Never will"
Cujo DeSockpuppet <cujo@petitmorte.net> posted:
mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime) wrote in
news:1-6dneMBz6jybTn0nZ2dnZfqn_WdnZ2d@giganews.com:
Will Dockery wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime) posted:
Will Dockery wrote:
Shattered
The seconds have piled up
at the floor
lost here in some other guy's past
lying there
with your seconds piled
there went by a life
untold
unasked
going by
never caused and never traced
the future never ever appears here.
If some morning I wake
here for you
trying to find some reason to return
if I see things denied
I once defined
a life just passed me by there
slipped through my fingers
everything here now is real
so wait.
That portion of the finish
never comes.
Now that the lights are going so low
the dimming glow
falls on my ego
now that I'm falling
into my morning
here I am gazing into those
reflector eyes
morning light
is blasting my head clean too.
Morning's clearer
I've been forgetting it.
Your thoughts seem to stream
like a highway
dimming lights seem to streak
like hitch-hikers.
When does this dream end?
When do I get on up the road?
The light sped out
like a fire-fly
like gravestones
never noticed
never seen.
Like marbles
spilling from shattered minds.
-Will Dockery / August 20 1976
***
(Published March 1977 in the Carverlite, the Carver High
School newspaper, Columbus Georgia)
From:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/09/shattered.html
?m= 1
***
Original text restored, troll content removed.
NancyGene said that you were imitating a Marlboro man ad,
That's absurd.
Of course it is
Especially since I haven't smoked a cigarette in about 17
years.
I'm sure that photo is from much more than 17 years ago
Which photo?
The one we've been discussing,
HINT: Naked Guitar Man, musical typewriter, moustaches pasted on
eyebrows...
Okay, I don't see how that photograph relates to the Marlboro Man
though.
Can you explain,?
No.
I see a naked man with a guitar joking around with a man wearing a
ladies dressing gown (and fingering a typewriter).
It looks like two lovers having a little fun after a roll beneath
the sheets.
I also don't understand what appears to be a visual joke regarding
the typewriter.
A playful "words and music" partnership reference?
These shitkickers have zero shame. "Never had it. Never will". - Old
7-Up advertisement catchphrase. Choke on it, Douchebag.
Could be why after over eleven years you still "don't have it," Kevin.
Cujo DeSockpuppet wrote:
Will Dockery <user3274> wrote in
news:1772450622-3274@newsgrouper.org:
Cujo DeSockpuppet <cujo> posted:
mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime) wrote in
news:1-6dneMBz6jybTn0nZ2dnZfqn_WdnZ2d@giganews.com:
Will Dockery wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime) posted:
Will Dockery wrote:
Shattered
The seconds have piled up
at the floor
lost here in some other guy's past
lying there
with your seconds piled
there went by a life
untold
unasked
going by
never caused and never traced
the future never ever appears here.
If some morning I wake
here for you
trying to find some reason to return
if I see things denied
I once defined
a life just passed me by there
slipped through my fingers
everything here now is real
so wait.
That portion of the finish
never comes.
Now that the lights are going so low
the dimming glow
falls on my ego
now that I'm falling
into my morning
here I am gazing into those
reflector eyes
morning light
is blasting my head clean too.
Morning's clearer
I've been forgetting it.
Your thoughts seem to stream
like a highway
dimming lights seem to streak
like hitch-hikers.
When does this dream end?
When do I get on up the road?
The light sped out
like a fire-fly
like gravestones
never noticed
never seen.
Like marbles
spilling from shattered minds.
-Will Dockery / August 20 1976
***
(Published March 1977 in the Carverlite, the Carver High
School newspaper, Columbus Georgia)
From:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/09/shattered.html
?m= 1
***
Original text restored, troll content removed.
NancyGene said that you were imitating a Marlboro man ad,
That's absurd.
Of course it is
Especially since I haven't smoked a cigarette in about 17
years.
I'm sure that photo is from much more than 17 years ago
Which photo?
The one we've been discussing,
HINT: Naked Guitar Man, musical typewriter, moustaches pasted on
eyebrows...
Okay, I don't see how that photograph relates to the Marlboro Man
though.
Can you explain,?
No.
I see a naked man with a guitar joking around with a man wearing a
ladies dressing gown (and fingering a typewriter).
It looks like two lovers having a little fun after a roll beneath
the sheets.
I also don't understand what appears to be a visual joke regarding
the typewriter.
A playful "words and music" partnership reference?
These shitkickers have zero shame. "Never had it. Never will". - Old
7-Up advertisement catchphrase. Choke on it, Douchebag.
Could be why after over eleven years you still "don't have it," Kevin.
No, the bedbugs and other vermin seem especially attracted to you.
there's little wonder why.
Will Dockery <user3274> wrote in
news:1772450622-3274@newsgrouper.org:
mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime) wrote in
news:1-6dneMBz6jybTn0nZ2dnZfqn_WdnZ2d@giganews.com:
Will Dockery wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime) posted:
Will Dockery wrote:
Shattered
The seconds have piled up
at the floor
lost here in some other guy's past
lying there
with your seconds piled
there went by a life
untold
unasked
going by
never caused and never traced
the future never ever appears here.
If some morning I wake
here for you
trying to find some reason to return
if I see things denied
I once defined
a life just passed me by there
slipped through my fingers
everything here now is real
so wait.
That portion of the finish
never comes.
Now that the lights are going so low
the dimming glow
falls on my ego
now that I'm falling
into my morning
here I am gazing into those
reflector eyes
morning light
is blasting my head clean too.
Morning's clearer
I've been forgetting it.
Your thoughts seem to stream
like a highway
dimming lights seem to streak
like hitch-hikers.
When does this dream end?
When do I get on up the road?
The light sped out
like a fire-fly
like gravestones
never noticed
never seen.
Like marbles
spilling from shattered minds.
-Will Dockery / August 20 1976
***
(Published March 1977 in the Carverlite, the Carver High
School newspaper, Columbus Georgia)
From:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/09/shattered.html
?m= 1
***
Original text restored, troll content removed.
NancyGene said that you were imitating a Marlboro man ad,
That's absurd.
Of course it is
Especially since I haven't smoked a cigarette in about 17
years.
I'm sure that photo is from much more than 17 years ago
Which photo?
The one we've been discussing,
HINT: Naked Guitar Man, musical typewriter, moustaches pasted on
eyebrows...
Okay, I don't see how that photograph relates to the Marlboro Man
though.
Can you explain,?
No.
I see a naked man with a guitar joking around with a man wearing a
ladies dressing gown (and fingering a typewriter).
It looks like two lovers having a little fun after a roll beneath
the sheets.
I also don't understand what appears to be a visual joke regarding
the typewriter.
A playful "words and music" partnership reference?
"Never had it. Never will".
Could be why after over eleven years you still "don't have it," Kevin.
No
mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime) wrote in news:1-6dneMBz6jybTn0nZ2dnZfqn_WdnZ2d@giganews.com:
Will Dockery wrote:
mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime) posted:
Will Dockery wrote:
Shattered
The seconds have piled up
at the floor
lost here in some other guy's past
lying there
with your seconds piled
there went by a life
untold
unasked
going by
never caused and never traced
the future never ever appears here.
If some morning I wake
here for you
trying to find some reason to return
if I see things denied
I once defined
a life just passed me by there
slipped through my fingers
everything here now is real
so wait.
That portion of the finish
never comes.
Now that the lights are going so low
the dimming glow
falls on my ego
now that I'm falling
into my morning
here I am gazing into those
reflector eyes
morning light
is blasting my head clean too.
Morning's clearer
I've been forgetting it.
Your thoughts seem to stream
like a highway
dimming lights seem to streak
like hitch-hikers.
When does this dream end?
When do I get on up the road?
The light sped out
like a fire-fly
like gravestones
never noticed
never seen.
Like marbles
spilling from shattered minds.
-Will Dockery / August 20 1976
***
(Published March 1977 in the Carverlite, the Carver High
School newspaper, Columbus Georgia)
From:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/09/shattered.html
?m= 1
***
Original text restored, troll content removed.
NancyGene said that you were imitating a Marlboro man ad,
That's absurd.
Of course it is
Especially since I haven't smoked a cigarette in about 17
years.
I'm sure that photo is from much more than 17 years ago
Which photo?
The one we've been discussing,
HINT: Naked Guitar Man, musical typewriter, moustaches pasted on
eyebrows...
Okay, I don't see how that photograph relates to the Marlboro Man
though.
Can you explain,?
No.
I see a naked man with a guitar joking around with a man wearing a
ladies dressing gown (and fingering a typewriter).
It looks like two lovers having a little fun after a roll beneath
the sheets.
I also don't understand what appears to be a visual joke regarding
the typewriter.
A playful "words and music" partnership reference?
"Never had it. Never will".
Could be why after over eleven years you still "don't have it," Kevin.
No
Will Dockery wrote:
Cujo DeSockpuppet <cujo> posted:
mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime) wrote in
news:1-6dneMBz6jybTn0nZ2dnZfqn_WdnZ2d@giganews.com:
Will Dockery wrote:
mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime) posted:
Will Dockery wrote:
Shattered
The seconds have piled up
at the floor
lost here in some other guy's past
lying there
with your seconds piled
there went by a life
untold
unasked
going by
never caused and never traced
the future never ever appears here.
If some morning I wake
here for you
trying to find some reason to return
if I see things denied
I once defined
a life just passed me by there
slipped through my fingers
everything here now is real
so wait.
That portion of the finish
never comes.
Now that the lights are going so low
the dimming glow
falls on my ego
now that I'm falling
into my morning
here I am gazing into those
reflector eyes
morning light
is blasting my head clean too.
Morning's clearer
I've been forgetting it.
Your thoughts seem to stream
like a highway
dimming lights seem to streak
like hitch-hikers.
When does this dream end?
When do I get on up the road?
The light sped out
like a fire-fly
like gravestones
never noticed
never seen.
Like marbles
spilling from shattered minds.
-Will Dockery / August 20 1976
***
(Published March 1977 in the Carverlite, the Carver High
School newspaper, Columbus Georgia)
From:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/09/shattered.html
?m= 1
***
Original text restored, troll content removed.
NancyGene said that you were imitating a Marlboro man ad,
That's absurd.
Of course it is
Especially since I haven't smoked a cigarette in about 17
years.
I'm sure that photo is from much more than 17 years ago
Which photo?
The one we've been discussing,
HINT: Naked Guitar Man, musical typewriter, moustaches pasted on
eyebrows...
Okay, I don't see how that photograph relates to the Marlboro Man
though.
Can you explain,?
No.
I see a naked man with a guitar joking around with a man wearing a
ladies dressing gown (and fingering a typewriter).
It looks like two lovers having a little fun after a roll beneath
the sheets.
I also don't understand what appears to be a visual joke regarding
the typewriter.
A playful "words and music" partnership reference?
Thst seems obvious.
"Never had it. Never will".
Could be why after over eleven years you still "don't have it," Kevin.
No
I didn't expect you to admit it, troll.
"If you're scared, say you're scared.'
HarryLime wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
Cujo DeSockpuppet <cujo> posted:
mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime) wrote in
news:1-6dneMBz6jybTn0nZ2dnZfqn_WdnZ2d@giganews.com:
Will Dockery wrote:
mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime) posted:
Will Dockery wrote:
Shattered
The seconds have piled up
at the floor
lost here in some other guy's past
lying there
with your seconds piled
there went by a life
untold
unasked
going by
never caused and never traced
the future never ever appears here.
If some morning I wake
here for you
trying to find some reason to return
if I see things denied
I once defined
a life just passed me by there
slipped through my fingers
everything here now is real
so wait.
That portion of the finish
never comes.
Now that the lights are going so low
the dimming glow
falls on my ego
now that I'm falling
into my morning
here I am gazing into those
reflector eyes
morning light
is blasting my head clean too.
Morning's clearer
I've been forgetting it.
Your thoughts seem to stream
like a highway
dimming lights seem to streak
like hitch-hikers.
When does this dream end?
When do I get on up the road?
The light sped out
like a fire-fly
like gravestones
never noticed
never seen.
Like marbles
spilling from shattered minds.
-Will Dockery / August 20 1976
***
(Published March 1977 in the Carverlite, the Carver High
School newspaper, Columbus Georgia)
From:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/09/shattered.html
?m= 1
***
Original text restored, troll content removed.
NancyGene said that you were imitating a Marlboro man ad,
That's absurd.
Of course it is
Especially since I haven't smoked a cigarette in about 17
years.
I'm sure that photo is from much more than 17 years ago
Which photo?
The one we've been discussing,
HINT: Naked Guitar Man, musical typewriter, moustaches pasted on
eyebrows...
Okay, I don't see how that photograph relates to the Marlboro Man
though.
Can you explain,?
No.
I see a naked man with a guitar joking around with a man wearing a
ladies dressing gown (and fingering a typewriter).
It looks like two lovers having a little fun after a roll beneath
the sheets.
I also don't understand what appears to be a visual joke regarding
the typewriter.
A playful "words and music" partnership reference?
Thst seems obvious.
"Never had it. Never will".
Could be why after over eleven years you still "don't have it," Kevin.
No
I didn't expect you to admit it, troll.
"If you're scared, say you're scared.'
The next time I go to a karaoke bar, I'll post a video for you, as well.
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