Re: The Further Adventures of Nothing at All
what artist could he be in the end, trying to outlast green underpants? what a great line. i've got a bagged edition of I think Fu Manchu's Daughter if you want it. Send me your snail and its yours if I can find it. if not, thx for the cheering upness. gave me a snortle? lanny abject thunder mixed with cruel warnings spell Fu Manchu in green underpants. this is dismal, saith Fu Manchu. the green is less than green of eyes, or the speed with which lightning dots out eyes. green underpants for the sinister scowling pumping machine in evil's quest. yet minions abroad allow for no restitution or calm change. well this must be dealt with, said Fu Manchu implacably, dilating on the terms of expecting a world at his feet. what artist could he be in the end, trying to outlast green underpants? suddenly the door flies open. Nayland-Smith and Petrie, guns in one hand (for both of them) and electric torches in the other (likewise both). we have found you in your lair, said Nayland-Smith, with steelly grey eyes determined to see the thing thru. you see my green underpants! shrieked Fu Manchu, as would you. keep a bead on him, Petrie, said Nayland-Smith grandly. and so the thunder and lightning crackled and thumped in the newsy air. fraught moment lingered... lingered... lingered... (wait for it)... lingered... trial balloons associated with progress, Bill Gates (self-taught evil) gtalks to mountains, Nordic skies on a snowy lump of earth inexorable days pass, exorable ones pass, winter turns to spring, spring exacts blossoms, blossoms make apples... now wait a second, said Fu Manchu (the enchanter of evil), apples as green as underpants (it makes him think)... tempus fugit, all by itself... this is England and civilization to save, barked Nayland-Smith, Mrs Brown you've got a lovely daughter, hummed Petrie with skittish delight. tall like a piece of ice, the diabolical doctor shivers. his green underpants are a warren of self-doubt. can the world be, um, conquered? he wonders in his weakness. rains lasts until it stops. dank London implementation of climatic conditions clutter the spellbound. I still have a bead on him, sputters Petrie. Nayland-Smith fumbles for his pipe. there's dottle in the bowl, which he expertly removes. dottle, pah! says Nayland-Smith. Dr Fu Manchu considers the chemical possibilities of dottle mixed with alchemical wonders, with evil as an antidote to the current situation. dire wind sounds the same old day. and when the day is done, more news, more wet news...
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http://www.flickr.com/photo_zoom.gne?id=299443534size=o snuttles ~ ndthens Datum villains matrim Xdthin featuri editors sultans settling OEllturs villain nothing [P!^VP's caps] seething settling welfare rdtlung rllthinr settlers 7:19 11/17/06 557 bytes I thingk rdtlung pretty much describes the space between snuttling 'n snortling D^ On 17-Nov-06, at 5:34 AM, Lanny Quarles wrote: what artist could he be in the end, trying to outlast green underpants? what a great line. i've got a bagged edition of I think Fu Manchu's Daughter if you want it. Send me your snail and its yours if I can find it. if not, thx for the cheering upness. gave me a snortle? lanny abject thunder mixed with cruel warnings spell Fu Manchu in green underpants. this is dismal, saith Fu Manchu. the green is less than green of eyes, or the speed with which lightning dots out eyes. green underpants for the sinister scowling pumping machine in evil's quest. yet minions abroad allow for no restitution or calm change. well this must be dealt with, said Fu Manchu implacably, dilating on the terms of expecting a world at his feet. what artist could he be in the end, trying to outlast green underpants? suddenly the door flies open. Nayland-Smith and Petrie, guns in one hand (for both of them) and electric torches in the other (likewise both). we have found you in your lair, said Nayland-Smith, with steelly grey eyes determined to see the thing thru. you see my green underpants! shrieked Fu Manchu, as would you. keep a bead on him, Petrie, said Nayland-Smith grandly. and so the thunder and lightning crackled and thumped in the newsy air. fraught moment lingered... lingered... lingered... (wait for it)... lingered... trial balloons associated with progress, Bill Gates (self-taught evil) gtalks to mountains, Nordic skies on a snowy lump of earth inexorable days pass, exorable ones pass, winter turns to spring, spring exacts blossoms, blossoms make apples... now wait a second, said Fu Manchu (the enchanter of evil), apples as green as underpants (it makes him think)... tempus fugit, all by itself... this is England and civilization to save, barked Nayland-Smith, “Mrs Brown you've got a lovely daughter”, hummed Petrie with skittish delight. tall like a piece of ice, the diabolical doctor shivers. his green underpants are a warren of self-doubt. can the world be, um, conquered? he wonders in his weakness. rains lasts until it stops. dank London implementation of climatic conditions clutter the spellbound. I still have a bead on him, sputters Petrie. Nayland-Smith fumbles for his pipe. there's dottle in the bowl, which he expertly removes. dottle, pah! says Nayland-Smith. Dr Fu Manchu considers the chemical possibilities of dottle mixed with alchemical wonders, with evil as an antidote to the current situation. dire wind sounds the same old day. and when the day is done, more news, more wet news... P!^VP
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well, i just went through the stacks, and i guess i sold it. the closest thing i could find was Ballantine paperback 23894, a novelisation of Sol Fried's 'film' _Super ManChu: Master of Kung Fu_ by Sean Mei Sullivan with an introduction by Bong Soo Han.. you're welcome to it, if'n ya want. it's mebbe kind of a proto-flarf ancestor, maybe like Lautreamont was to the surrealists. the complete title is SUPER COOL SUPER QUICK SUPER DEADLY Super ManChu: Master of Kung Fu. I like the idea of incorporating Sax Rohmer. Burroughs makes a passing snipe in one of his spoken texts. the insidious racist trash of Sax Rohmer or some such, but i think there was a context there that's gone. almost seems like a form of 'irenics' to juice these old exploitave wards, a form of forgiving maybe like in South Africa. I'm not sure everyone would agree. At any rate, I thought you'd get a kick out of the authors' names on this one. A Sullivan. Sol Fried? what a name! and Bong Soo Han! got to be the best writer name ever. great poem Allen.. lq - Original Message - From: Allen Bramhall [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.WVU.EDU Sent: Friday, November 17, 2006 5:57 AM Subject: Re: The Further Adventures of Nothing at All Lanny Quarles wrote: what artist could he be in the end, trying to outlast green underpants? what a great line. i've got a bagged edition of I think Fu Manchu's Daughter if you want it. Send me your snail and its yours if I can find it. if not, thx for the cheering upness. gave me a snortle? lanny thanks, if I don't already have it. I'll check. I have a bio of Sax Rohmer on order from the library, which kind of excites me Allen
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Halvard Johnson wrote: Bride of the Further Adventures of Nothing at All yes yes, continued son of the further bride of the incredible adventures, etc. it's actually a good idea, thanks, I'll use it.
