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NancyGene wrote:
Cujo DeSockpuppet wrote:
nancygene.andjayme@gmail-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (NancyGene) wrote in
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Cujo DeSockpuppet wrote:
nancygene.andjayme@gmail-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (NancyGene) wrote in
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Cujo DeSockpuppet wrote:
nancygene.andjayme@gmail-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (NancyGene) wrote
in news:z7OcnSDNpojUQ3_1nZ2dnZfqn_udnZ2d@giganews.com:
Cujo DeSockpuppet wrote:
nancygene.andjayme@gmail-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (NancyGene) wrote
in news:C8idnVp7982oJn_1nZ2dnZfqn_idnZ2d@giganews.com:
Cujo DeSockpuppet wrote:
nancygene.andjayme@gmail-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (NancyGene) wrote
in news:wNadnacr6uaoB3_1nZ2dnZfqnPqdnZ2d@giganews.com:
Cujo DeSockpuppet wrote:
nancygene.andjayme@gmail-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (NancyGene) wrote
in news:UkOdnYs0PNTMFnz1nZ2dnZfqn_udnZ2d@giganews.com:
HarryLime wrote:
NancyGene wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
THUMBPRICKS
(For R.B. & W.S.)
Tonight the Autumn moon burns red
The stars refuse to shine,
The deathclock's ticking in my head
And, lo!, the devil's sign
Is etched across each gaping face
Till heartbeats pound like drums,
Tonight there'll be no saving grace
For something wicked comes.
From far away, a freight train's cry
Instills the air with dread,
I watch the frightened ghosts slink by
And pray the restless dead
Will find their night of endless sleep,
But by my prickling thumbs
I fear that none their soul shall keep
For something wicked comes.
The witching hour is fast at hand
Fate's minion turns the screw,
A darkness streams across the land
The devil claims his due.
From somewhere beyond mortal ken
The sound of madness thrums,
Then woe betide the damn|?d men
For something wicked comes.
Electric currents fill the air
And crackle like a flame,
The old men only sit and stare
And wonder who's to blame.
They sit and stare, though none will dare
To speak their nameless fear,
The nightwind shrieks "Beware! Beware!"
For something wicked's here.
Great poem, great picture. Love the streaked gray hair! Silver
Fox!
Thanks again, NancyGene.
Is it better to know what one fears or to have nameless fears? We
would rather name our fears and face them.
I try to face my illogical fears or ones that I've blown out of
proportion. As an example, I fear needles but donate platelets to
practice taming the fear.
In contrast, I fear plunging off a 500 foot cliff on a minibike. I
consider that a healthy fear.
The gray areas are something like getting within 500 feet of
Forestside Drive without sufficient vaccinations.
Those are reasonable responses to fears. NO ONE should approach
Forestside Drive without maximum protection. Plunging off a
500-foot cliff on a minibike would not be a fear that most people
have. We would not be on a minibike and are not on the edge of any
cliffs. Vampires and Creatures of the Night do not fear needles,
since they do not need them.
What if someone plunges off a 500 foot cliff into Forestside Drive
without vaccinations? Is that something to be afraid of? I think so.
That is a question for the philosophers among us to ponder: What if
an unvaccinated person plunges from an airplane at 30,000 feet onto
Forestside Drive? Should he fear hitting the ground or just being
on Forestside Drive?
Do they land at ground zero of the toxic waste dump at 1681?
--
"Post-editing someone's statement before replying to it is a sure
sign that you have already lost the argument." - Little Willie
Douchebag gets another asskicking from Pendragon.
Okay, let's say that the plunging person lands right at 1681. What
is his greatest peril?
Incurable and terminal douchebaggery.
And he will be dragging around the (douche)baggage forever. That
will never come off.
There's also the chance the poor soul plummeting to their death may
also have to worry about having their corpse dragged around for ages.
HORRORS!
Very astute observation, Cujo! Will Donkey looks to the sky for
falling bodies to drag around the block a few (or many) times. "Just
dropped in" is a common phrase at Columbus funeral homes.
I think Dreckery diversifies his search for draggable corpses and will
take any source.
It would explain his stench, at least partially.
--
"Post-editing someone's statement before replying to it is a sure sign
that you have already lost the argument." - Little Willie Douchebag gets
another asskicking from Pendragon.
Well, you know that Will Donkey would not put much effort into ANYTHING, so he mostly keeps to the roads and fields for draggable bodies. The alleys behind bars are fertile grounds also.
His stench is the natural smell of Will Donkey. Mildred wiped out several doctors with the odor when Donkey was born. Soap would help, but the bacteria quickly grow back and multiply.
HarryLime wrote:
NancyGene wrote:
Cujo DeSockpuppet wrote:
nancygene.andjayme@gmail-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (NancyGene) wrote in
news:qjSdnbKxXeaJSn71nZ2dnZfqn_SdnZ2d@giganews.com:
Cujo DeSockpuppet wrote:
nancygene.andjayme@gmail-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (NancyGene) wrote in
news:f6WcnRA8o9TsYn_1nZ2dnZfqnPSdnZ2d@giganews.com:
Cujo DeSockpuppet wrote:
nancygene.andjayme@gmail-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (NancyGene) wrote
in news:z7OcnSDNpojUQ3_1nZ2dnZfqn_udnZ2d@giganews.com:
Cujo DeSockpuppet wrote:
nancygene.andjayme@gmail-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (NancyGene) wrote
in news:C8idnVp7982oJn_1nZ2dnZfqn_idnZ2d@giganews.com:
Cujo DeSockpuppet wrote:
nancygene.andjayme@gmail-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (NancyGene) wrote
in news:wNadnacr6uaoB3_1nZ2dnZfqnPqdnZ2d@giganews.com:
Cujo DeSockpuppet wrote:
nancygene.andjayme@gmail-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (NancyGene) wrote
in news:UkOdnYs0PNTMFnz1nZ2dnZfqn_udnZ2d@giganews.com:
HarryLime wrote:
NancyGene wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
THUMBPRICKS
(For R.B. & W.S.)
Tonight the Autumn moon burns red
The stars refuse to shine,
The deathclock's ticking in my head
And, lo!, the devil's sign
Is etched across each gaping face
Till heartbeats pound like drums,
Tonight there'll be no saving grace
For something wicked comes.
From far away, a freight train's cry
Instills the air with dread,
I watch the frightened ghosts slink by
And pray the restless dead
Will find their night of endless sleep,
But by my prickling thumbs
I fear that none their soul shall keep
For something wicked comes.
The witching hour is fast at hand
Fate's minion turns the screw,
A darkness streams across the land
The devil claims his due.
From somewhere beyond mortal ken
The sound of madness thrums,
Then woe betide the damn|?d men
For something wicked comes.
Electric currents fill the air
And crackle like a flame,
The old men only sit and stare
And wonder who's to blame.
They sit and stare, though none will dare
To speak their nameless fear,
The nightwind shrieks "Beware! Beware!"
For something wicked's here.
Great poem, great picture. Love the streaked gray hair! Silver
Fox!
Thanks again, NancyGene.
Is it better to know what one fears or to have nameless fears? We
would rather name our fears and face them.
I try to face my illogical fears or ones that I've blown out of
proportion. As an example, I fear needles but donate platelets to
practice taming the fear.
In contrast, I fear plunging off a 500 foot cliff on a minibike. I
consider that a healthy fear.
The gray areas are something like getting within 500 feet of
Forestside Drive without sufficient vaccinations.
Those are reasonable responses to fears. NO ONE should approach
Forestside Drive without maximum protection. Plunging off a
500-foot cliff on a minibike would not be a fear that most people
have. We would not be on a minibike and are not on the edge of any
cliffs. Vampires and Creatures of the Night do not fear needles,
since they do not need them.
What if someone plunges off a 500 foot cliff into Forestside Drive
without vaccinations? Is that something to be afraid of? I think so.
That is a question for the philosophers among us to ponder: What if
an unvaccinated person plunges from an airplane at 30,000 feet onto
Forestside Drive? Should he fear hitting the ground or just being
on Forestside Drive?
Do they land at ground zero of the toxic waste dump at 1681?
--
"Post-editing someone's statement before replying to it is a sure
sign that you have already lost the argument." - Little Willie
Douchebag gets another asskicking from Pendragon.
Okay, let's say that the plunging person lands right at 1681. What
is his greatest peril?
Incurable and terminal douchebaggery.
And he will be dragging around the (douche)baggage forever. That
will never come off.
There's also the chance the poor soul plummeting to their death may
also have to worry about having their corpse dragged around for ages.
HORRORS!
Very astute observation, Cujo! Will Donkey looks to the sky for
falling bodies to drag around the block a few (or many) times. "Just
dropped in" is a common phrase at Columbus funeral homes.
I think Dreckery diversifies his search for draggable corpses and will
take any source.
It would explain his stench, at least partially.
--
"Post-editing someone's statement before replying to it is a sure sign
that you have already lost the argument." - Little Willie Douchebag gets >>> another asskicking from Pendragon.
Well, you know that Will Donkey would not put much effort into ANYTHING, so he mostly keeps to the roads and fields for draggable bodies. The alleys behind bars are fertile grounds also.
His stench is the natural smell of Will Donkey. Mildred wiped out several doctors with the odor when Donkey was born. Soap would help, but the bacteria quickly grow back and multiply.
It's strange that he hasn't started dragging Stinky G around as of yet.
He's probably afraid to let me know that my spell worked its magick a second time.