Re: cutting hymn
THE UNBEARABLE UBU ( AN OPTIONALLY DURATIONAL PLAY IN ONE ACT ) DURATION: CAN LAST SECONDS, MINUTES, HOURS, DAYS. SETTING: ANY FLAT SURFACE WITH OR WITHOUT A 3X3 PIECE OF ARTIFICIAL LAWN TURK - PREFERABLY WITH AND VERY GREEN PROPS: 1 12 OR 15 FOOT LADDER OR AS TALL AS SETTING PERMITS- ANY MATERIAL THOUGH WOOD IS PREFERABLY TO GO WITH THE GREEN ASTRO-TURF SHOULD THERE BE ANY..GIVES THE EFFECT OF A FOREST? CAST: 2 MALES PLUS and MINUS BASICALLY NAKED..THOUGH THE CHARACTER PLUS WHO IS STATIONED AT THE TOP OF THE LADDER WEARS A KINGS ROBE WITH, IF POSSIBLE A FUR COLLAR, AND A CROWN HOLDING A GOLDEN SCEPTER. HE ALSO WEARS A PAIR OF GOLD OR PURPLE VELVET SLIPPERS THAT CURL UPWARD AT THE TOES DRAMATICALLY. HE IS NAKED UNDERNEATH AND SPORTS A HUGH ERECTION. THE SECOND CHARACTER MINUS IS TOTALLY NAKED. CURTAIN UP ( IF THERE IS ONE ) LIGHTS COME UP SLOWLY AS A SUNRISE WOULD. MINUS IS KNEELING AT THE BOTTOM OF THE LADDER ON ONE KNEE LOOKING UP TOWARD THE TOP WHERE PLUS SITS. HIS PENIS THO POSSIBLY HIDDEN BY HIS BODY IS SMALL, LIMP. MINUS: master MASTER master ( THIS GOES ON AWHILE LIKE A CHANT) MINUS: MASTER MAHHSTER FINALLY A BIT SLOWLY HESITANTLY RISES PLUS ALSO STARTS TO RISE UP AT THE TOP OF THE LADDER MINUS : MASTER MASTER ( PUTTING ONE FOOT ON THE FIRST RUNG OF THE LADDER ) BEGINS SLOWLY TO CLIMB THE LADDER RUNG BY RUNG CHANTING MAHHHSTER OVER AND OVER AGAIN UP EACH RUNG WHILE AT THE SAME TIME PLUS RISES AND STARTS CLIMBING DOWN THE LADDER CHANTING ALMOST IMPERCEPTIBLY MAHHHSTER OVER AND OVER AS WELL. AT SOME POINT THEY BOTH START CHANTING DISSECTED VERSIONS OF MASTER MASTER UNTIL THEIR VOICES MERGE. AT ONE POINT THEY DISSECT EACHOTHER ABOUT I/2 WAY UP/DOWN THE LADDER. HERE MINUS TAKES AND/OR PLUS GIVES TO MINUS ROBE, SLIPPERS SCEPTER, CROWN AND FINALLY ERECTION. AS THEY PASS EACHOTHER MINUS FALLS SIELNT, NOW IN FULL REAGALIA REACHES THE TOP OF THE LADDER POSITIONS HIMSELF THE WAY PLUS HAD BEEN ( SITTING MOST LIKELY. ) PLUS CONTINUES TO CHANT UNTIL HE REACHES BOTTOM AND ASSUMES POSE MINUS HAD AT BEGINNING. WITH MINUS NOW AT THE TOP. THE PIECE SHOULD BE CHOREOGRAPHED SO THAT TIMING IS IMPECCABLE. WHEN THE SWITCH IS COMPLETED LIGHTS SLOWLY FADE LIKE SUNSET UNTIL STAGE IS DARKNESS. CURTAIN IF THERE IS ONE. FIN. STEVE DALACHINSKY NYC
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Re: Phillipi Mummies
Phillipi mummies and daddies
secret cameras of the mummies of philippi
secret cameras of the mummies of philippi http://www.asondheim.org/mummy.mp4 soundghosting not on the original cry cry http://www.asondheim.org/mummy.jpg http://www.asondheim.org/mummy2.jpg
Phillipi Mummies
Phillipi Mummies http://www.asondheim.org/mummy.jpg http://www.asondheim.org/mummy2.jpg Late 1800s. More later.
poopdeck - Issue 36
THE POOPDECK The Talk Like A Pirate Day Newsletter Ol' Chumbucket, ed. Published when the fancy strikes September 17, 2006 Issue No. 36 or thereabouts www.talklikeapirate.com TWO DAYS Until International Talk Like a Pirate Day!! - * YouTube Videos * Any Danish Parties? . No New York For Us * Pirates vs. Ninjas . Build a Cubicle Cannon * Buccaneer Bachelor Down To The Wire . Pirate Youtube videos Mad Sally has gone nuts for youtube, the Web site where people post a wide array of videos. It's becoming sort of the new meeting place of the weird and wonderful. Sally has been posting videos of the Pirate Guys, and she's been building a following. Today one of her videos was honored as one of the day's best comedy videos. You can see them by going to our site - http://talklikeapirate.com/piratehome.html - and scrolling down to the video link. ___ * Any Danish Parties? Our friend the Castaway Wench is traveling in Europe and will be in Copenhagen on the 19th. And she wants to know if there are any parties going on in the Danish capitol. Let us know if you hear of anything and we'll pass the word on to her. Because she's looking for pirates wherever she goes! If you meet her, write to Mad sally at [EMAIL PROTECTED] and tell her about the encounter, and she'll post the information on the Castaway Wench's blog. ___ * No New York For Us Don't bother looking for us in the Big Apple this week. That journey is off. We were going to tape an appearance on the new shrink show - Dr. Keith Ablow. They wanted to do an episode on what it's like to be on a reality TV show, and the episode would have put the Buccaneer Baur family in the Big Apple for Talk Like a Pirate Day. Sadly, the Ablow show has been unimpressive in its initial episodes (a polite way of saying the show blows chunks), so a new producer decided they needed "more drama, more tension, more Dr. Keith fixing broken families." We decided they needed to go to hell, because we're not broken and don't need fixing. We're pirates. If you have a problem with that it's your problem, not ours. So, no free trip to New York, no book reading event, no NY media or dropping in at the bar, Otto's Shrunken Head, where they're holding a big TLAPDay party. At least not this year. But if you're in New York, definitely drop by Otto's Shrunken Head, 538 E.14th St., and give a shout out to our agent, Scott, who plans to be in attendance. And maybe our editor at NAL, Liz, will be there as well. She was recently voted hottest editor in the book biz, so you want to meet her. Remember, the party starts at 10 p.m. and features a couple of pirate bands. If you're not in NY, visit our calendaarrr page - http://talklikeapirate.com/tlapd06.html - to find a party near you! ___ * Pirates Vs. Ninjas Don't forget to cast your vote in the online debate to answer that age-old question - Pirates or ninjas? Go to our home page - http://talklikeapirate.com/piratehome.html - and scroll down to the link for the pirates vs. ninjas page. Hurry! As of this writing pirates are ahead, but it's closer than it should be. I think those ninjas are sneakin' up on us! ___ * Build a cubicle cannon Our friend hevnsnt has posted the instructions for making a cannon that can be fired from your office cubicle on Talk Like a Pirate Day. The cannon is made of a film cannister, a lighter, Binaca and some other interesting things. Look for it at http://www.i-hacked.com/content/view/239/48/ So there's a special shout-out to hevnsnt for the coolest creation we've seen in a while. ___ * Buccaneer Bachelor Down to the Wire Just a reminder that our summer-long contest, Buccaneer Bachelor, will conclude Tuesday with the announcing of the wench who has captured the heart, or the hook or some other piece of Cap'n Slappy. Their final entries have been submitted and will be posted online before the end of the day. Check http://talklikeapirate.com/contest.html to see the special, one-of-a-kind medallion created by ship's jeweler Sid Stevens, then click the link to the blog to see what they lasses have written for the last assignment. ~ Ol' Chumbucket --- To unsubscribe: Email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] say: unsubscribe poopdeck This list is sponsored by PEAK,Inc. ISP and Education Center Public Electronic Access to Knowledge,Inc http://www.peak.org 1600 SW Western Blvd, Suite 180 Corvallis Oregon 97333 (541) 754-7325
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Re: the Tears of Hannity and Colmes
12:11 9/17/06 1500 bytes didn't suck flava clock ~ Stab errors sitar tiff fur gawds sake jim ~ mji goon iboyo will d^Vizio __ Do You Yahoo!? Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com
the Tears of Hannity and Colmes
and we just couldn't figure out, said Flava Flav, the god. we fought for the colouring of leaves into this feeling, the definite and chemical process as a signifier, to find some way in or out. thus the god declared. and Paris Hilton, the ancient goddess and now singing sensation, roots and branches still making the tree, said of the beautiful light thru still green and red and yellowing, it twinges me to go on, when the man that left stayed gone. furthermore could be collected but patient Reader must understand all this as clear and rain, even if language limits reason. the gods and goddesses are naked as handkerchiefs, and they often live next to bug-zappers, in the quiet part of everything, drinking juice drinks of almost 10% real juice, and soap is their dessert. moths gather at participles, meanwhile, maybe to prove something. death can be taxing in its way. certified brain-damaged beechnuts might install tall gallant trees into a nested future day for which that family might have lingered. or the dog, peeing on a peculiarly assertive hydrant, demands a place wherewithal thereto. all of which is indicated by phrases and such. so the god Flava Flav, he lift he sunglasses and yay bo, that clock round his neck is definite in all. and the cocaine buzz of Paris Hilton, buying time, the Well of Something Something that we might all worship thru the ages, or at least until. and it isn't really all of Lovecraft that dies, just the stodgy plectrum that wouldn't. it would be weird to pass judgment on every rattled error on his docket or each our own. time clenches like a hart attack, tho it won't always tell stories. strangely now, the god William Shatner is fully at peace.
Re: Icon-Turned-Reality
11:33 PST 9/17/06 968 bytes who the fuck is Paris Hilton ~ rate's) most is dud elf raw D^ --- Allen Bramhall <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > I will try once more without a tree in sight. > > moments of ghastly shapes, timed to produce the most noisome of places > to stand, reek of utter Lovecraftian, until dinner time or ready for > bed. that's Lovecraft all right, blue go black. > > The Yardbirds begin to step up their amps, pound a little harder. the > blue changes and falls without more than a tempest for the kids. the > kids must go on. > > Shatner had a history thru out the future he softened. it comes to this: > we are stoned from the beginning. > > Flava Flav gets onto the smoke, and Abbie Hoffman tries some too. and > Whitney Houston, she lost into in exile. she dusted off the > pronouncement that the entertainment biz is evil incarnate, like those > flying crabs in Lovecraft's yore. > > thus Brian Jones dies, history of turbidity. > > and no mention of trees. > > part 2, still no mention of trees. the drummer for Traffic died, the > drummer for Coltrane died, the drummer for Led Zep died, the drummer for > Benny Goodman died, the drummer for the Who died. imbibe the history so > far as it matters. without trees, of course. > > part 3, and the tree cannot be produced. its smoke, determined by a > basic elemental practice, sheds nothing new. > > and the one who left? studious haze of Paris Hilton's matchless eyes. > and an angel or two to hover the family frame, yet when the magazine > falls away, even Paris Hilton brightly, someone with a name must remain, > if only for the kids > > such is the sake of elegies. > __ Do You Yahoo!? Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com
Icon-Turned-Reality
I will try once more without a tree in sight. moments of ghastly shapes, timed to produce the most noisome of places to stand, reek of utter Lovecraftian, until dinner time or ready for bed. that's Lovecraft all right, blue go black. The Yardbirds begin to step up their amps, pound a little harder. the blue changes and falls without more than a tempest for the kids. the kids must go on. Shatner had a history thru out the future he softened. it comes to this: we are stoned from the beginning. Flava Flav gets onto the smoke, and Abbie Hoffman tries some too. and Whitney Houston, she lost into in exile. she dusted off the pronouncement that the entertainment biz is evil incarnate, like those flying crabs in Lovecraft's yore. thus Brian Jones dies, history of turbidity. and no mention of trees. part 2, still no mention of trees. the drummer for Traffic died, the drummer for Coltrane died, the drummer for Led Zep died, the drummer for Benny Goodman died, the drummer for the Who died. imbibe the history so far as it matters. without trees, of course. part 3, and the tree cannot be produced. its smoke, determined by a basic elemental practice, sheds nothing new. and the one who left? studious haze of Paris Hilton's matchless eyes. and an angel or two to hover the family frame, yet when the magazine falls away, even Paris Hilton brightly, someone with a name must remain, if only for the kids such is the sake of elegies.
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That Blonde on Friends Remains
beginning with the first tree and every succeeding one, until possibly any tree will associate with the life of one person, to be named or not. the upside starts to reverse. the blonde actress on Friends decides on a different way of doing things. Flava Flav does other things too. the standard tree with wide beech embrace seems perfect today, yet tomorrow it might lose something. we knew a man, said William Shatner and the blonde from Friends together. why is the blonde from Friends blonde? where might her name go if we aren't ready for it? Flava Flav, haha, he stays around. disputes exaggerate the present, seem fine in the past, look deadly in the future. the future isn't exactly the tree involved in today's picture, tho we would love to own all that the tree considers. ownership is how we get along. we say we love inside, and own that too. when he left, however, it seemed more than the expectation of dying to go. it seems that leaves are a tradition in trees, mostly. and the cold snap hunts us down, but only partially. and the door, it has misgivings. still, a loud laugh, which rocks every family member, as if children can even begin, or adults of certain age can have an end. the crew of the starship Enterprise invite the blonde from Friends into the tube of space, serving her a new name, which can go unmapped if so. Flava Flav comically denies his own name, the better to ring out. Shatner, of course, goes into the corners of where we didn't know existed until suddenly. and when the man left, it was for good, but good it was not. tho not good can be great, or great can be so large as to extend green into space. yet that space remains darkly insecure, because the man was thought to return. does this matter after all or only before? Lovecraft does his own share of controlling interest. he doesn't like Whitman—this is documented—you see, and Pound/Eliot allegiance is for the birds, those bitter birds with rending. read the paper full of news, regarding newsworthy in alphabetical order, allowing that alphabets lack framework beyond the smoke of the tree's used branches. leaves fall and can burn. beech nuts fail to impress, a broom can sweep them from the driveway. and it doesn't seem like the right language, right? to reduce Flava Flav to death, and William Shatner to another brisk walk before really going, and Paris Hilton as too much tomorrow for one day. and finally fatal Lovecraft, daffy sometimes, if houses are not ready to tumble, and the eking of earth life in bowels of unmentionable depth must go on. his stopgaps improve Respighi no way, yet allow for a chance to operate in a Weird Tales diorama, associating horror, grue and ¼ cent per word. and mating with probably. circulate along these lines of sighing for the honest dross of losing. like that impenetrable room with keening to witness, and only a tree outside as big as telling more. more becomes anything exceptional after language goes. whatever, then, remains signs on as terrific and you can. you really can, tho hardly seems so now. the various welcomes emit their universes in positive charge. light submits its bill. the room feels small again.
the Windmills of Flava Flav
he the torment, when in even vast beech tree remembered state of dying. state of loss in state of loss. a leftover practice endures with such tantalizing contest of means. profound state of wind in old beech, the arctic continuing as leaves shed and nuts fall precisely because Flava Flav he such a joker. they didn't fully catch it all at once, tho they knew serious is no joke, but neither is joke. only so many hosta leaves, and a language continuing from one television to another. each television provides space. space is an infinite frontier in which William Shatner grows fat. not always benign, not always there. space is exceptional and tells you lots. Flava Flav's time is as large as a truck with green lights. green lights begin with green. a truck, itself, is only so large when hauling dirt to a new location. the beech doesn't want to be green right now. the wind that Flava Flav sets running interrogates William Shatner at the appropriate time. we'll gaze longingly. the cool of autumn has been instituted, in which our guesswork tries to clear up the assonance of facts. he that died, well, it looks close to impossible. sometimes the impossible works out well. sometimes never there, ever. only in passing, only something that keenly petitions, and lets hosta grow old. children grow old, but they strike a pose to remember. Flava Flav he heralds a posse from the instinct of tang. tang being what the air reminds the living, except sometimes the house grows smallest. remember all the differences, said Flava Flav to William Shatner. crazy Howard Lovecraft divides the planet into theirs and ours. that is, his and theirs. hours aren't allowed. there's more to Flava Flav than a trick that stayed old. there's more to William Shatner than beckoning that plain spoken Paris Hilton time. there's more to Paris Hilton than just stuff over there, tho how can anything be exhausted so specifically? why does death seem like a part time job? does the last piano on earth know what it has? the story ends from one beginning when graduated flappy wing creatures from out Pluto way blessedly greet Lovecraft, amidst a floating pattern of autumnal leaves, and say, dream honestly you dumb racist fuck.
Quaffing Quags w/ Queztalcoatlicue
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249/365, Larry
Larry was the first person I ever trusted too far. When we kicked him out it didn't matter how much he owed us, we wanted him gone. A teen father who stayed up nights on BBss through hijacked phone lines. 40 words, 40 years 365 days, 365 people http://www.logolalia.com/40x365
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