ммммммммммммммммммммммммммммммммммммммммммммммммммммммммммммммммммммммммммм нБ15 Apr 90ББББББББББББББББББББ_ROR_-_ALUCARD_ББББББББББББББББББББББББн? оА н н A оА н This is the 3rd Edition of POEMDOX. Poems collected н ?оА н from The Electric Pub and The SDBP Headquarters. A пппппА н Lots more to come as Time & Drugs permit, I'm sure.... Tfile оА н Distribution оА ммммм Written by: Pressed Rat, Rabid Liberal, Doctor Murdock Centere оА н? о Mr. Midnight, Element Lad, Laughing Swede + - RoR - оА н A о_____________________________________________________________________оА н ?о Shawn-Da-Lay Boy Productions, Inc.њњњњњњњњњњњњњњњњњњњњњњњњњњњњњњњњњњоА нмммомммммммммммммммммммммммммммммммммммммммммммммммммммммммммммммммммммммоА АААThe HQ of SDBP, inc - 415/236/2371ААThe Electric Pub - 415/236/4380АААА АPrimary Drop SitesААААААRat Head - 415/524/3649АААААPrimary Drop SitesААА From :Doctor Murdock #2 To: All Subject : This.. DateTime: 12:19 am Mon Mar 12, 1990 Is the Mithril Poems from the Pub. I put this here so it would be easier to get ONTO. This is for poems not for bullshit, just incase some idiot out there wants to be an idiot. All stupid messages will be deleted. That means you, Rabid. RoR =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= From :Laughing Swede #24 To: Doc Subject : Hey DateTime: 7:39 pm Mon Mar 12, 1990 Don't we already have a Mithrill thing on Death;s board? Oh well, I guess it'll work here.... Hey, ever think about this....dress up 10,000 ants as rice and rob a Chinese Restaurant? =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= From :Sid Gnarly #6 To:Hmm Subject :That DateTime:3:21 pm Tue Mar 13, 1990 is not racial right? =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Number :4 of 21 From :Pressed Rat #16 To:All Subject :Nah, DateTime:7:53 pm Thu Mar 15, 1990 The race For rice Is leading into space a place quite nice unless perhaps you take a right and then alight upon the nicest rice and find yourself with lice and many many hordes of mice of many more from whom you can't entice the nicest rice upon this spacy racy stone. Goo goo goo-choo! =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= From :Doctor Murdock #2 To:All Subject :Poem... DateTime:1:53 am Wed Mar 21, 1990 (C:\BBS\MSGS\C-30979.1) Green Mooncakes --------------------- By: Doctor Murdock 03/20/90 Here eat some of this magic mushroom... Magic Mushroom? Magic Mushroom? Mushroom did you say? How about in a box? How about in a box with a fox? How about on a hill? How about with a pill? How about with a fox in a box on a hill with a big aqua coloured pill called "RoR - Alucard"? But, Sam-I-Am! I do not LIKE Magic Mushrooms! I do not like them, I say! Please Sam-I-Am, please go away... Go away? Away to where? With Magic Mushrooms you can go here or there You can go just about ANYWHERE! So here, take some Magic Mushroom and disappear! In a boat with a goat.. In a tree with a flee.. On your head almost dead In a hole with a mole.. It's your choice whatever you decide! Eat some Magic Mushrooms and enjoy the ride! Oh, ok, Sam-I-Am, you don't give me a choice I'll eat the Magic Mushroom to quiet your voice! OH, GREAT! Here, you are, the finest in the land! The big aqua mushroom, glowing in your hand! Eat it now, eat all you will! It's better than gas, powder, or pill! OH WOW, SAM-I-AM!! I was a FOOL! HEY, SAM-I-AM! THIS IS WAY COOL! Oh Sam-I-Am, while you're around.. RoR =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= From :Doctor Murdock #2 To:All Subject :Poem DateTime:9:46 pm Wed Mar 21, 1990 (C:\BBS\MSGS\C-30952.1) - OUT TO LUNCH - by: Doctor Murdock 03/20/90 Santa Claus is coming to town His sleigh packed with new drugs and old wine He'll want some little girls to sit on his lap Santa can get you those disposable syringes Shoot up some coke and loosen some hinges Santa doesn't ask for your age or ID Burn up some coke and run him an IV Do crystal meth till late afternoon Nothin can beat that Psilocybin Mushroom Being up for 3 days really sucks alot Smoke all that speed, smoke all that pot Snort those long white crystal lines Main line that smack several times Can't come down, gotta stay up high More of my favorite drugs to help me fly Fly through the sky on your magic shroom Do some crank and really zoom! The next line won't rhyme because your too fucked up See? I told you. RoR - Alucard =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= From :Sid Gnarly #6 To:All Subject :Bitches DateTime:10:00 pm Wed Mar 21, 1990 (C:\BBS\MSGS\C-30945.1) Bitches with hairy arm pits aren't the bitches for me bitches with those little kids aren't the bitches for free Bitches that have boyfriends are the bitches to grab Bitches like to fuck but that depends on the bitches you want to nab Bitches come in different shapes Some in red, some in blue fuck on the cue So this is the song of the bitches, bring it down for me fellas bitches, bitches, shawn-da-lay bitches two more bitches than every guy making more pimps to make virgins cry =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Number :8 of 21 From :Element Lad #59 To:All Subject :.... DateTime:11:05 pm Wed Mar 21, 1990 (C:\BBS\MSGS\C-30939.1) Ode while listening to side "A" of Magical Mystery Tour: A bottle of green liquid, not half empty but half full; how did it become this way? .....~MYSTERY TRIPPPP....~ ........it was the Joker, but of course! as a young child in wint'ry Alaska, I had but this one great fear, that when ever I would put on that record, Lennon would hike off with my rear. being the impressionable one that I was, his songs would fright in me instill, I was the textbook paranoid, until I discovered a "pill". now, you all talk about Alice and Else, but this was something else altogether... It was an experience unheralded by legend, I was light as a feather... shit, that sucked! I'm flyinnnnnnnnnng.....dah dah dah dah dah DAH! dah dah dah dah dah DAH!!!! whoooooooootloooooOOOOoooOOOOOolllOOOOOOOOOooouuuuuuuuuuuuooooo!!!!!!!...? =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= From :Laughing Swede #24 To:Elad Subject :Aha DateTime:4:22 pm Thu Mar 22, 1990 (C:\BBS\MSGS\C-30924.1) I myself had similar night mare That Robert Plant would stalk me And no one would care. Robert Plant, demonic of voice Would hunt me down, and I had no choice But to fear his music, and the band Zep of Led. For they are evil, and a music to dread, Though he had nice tunes, like "All of My love" I knew deep inside he wished to Pop my skull open, Misty Mountain Hop. Hey Pressed Rat, BITE ME! =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Number :10 of 21 From :Pressed Rat #16 To:Laughing Swede #24 Subject :eeeeeeeyowch! DateTime:6:23 pm Thu Mar 22, 1990 (C:\BBS\MSGS\C-30915.1) RE: Aha Ok ya swedester, here's yer bite. I had a natural plate to fight. It stopped me cold and made me stare I had to sit before of there. And then the smell of fog I had Not loady loads, but just a tad. It stripped me of the will to float, Though until then, I'd been a goat. And then and then and then and then And then and then and then and then And then and then and then and then. But while I was, it hit me, too That several fuzzy tarts were new Although connected, never stuck So all my objects drove the truck. O voice of chunk, O limpest bean, Be free of concrete like I've seen. We gotta fly bananas soon, To croon the doom of electric spoon! Later folks! The world is beautiful, so enjoy! Back after Spring BrakE ah. pressedrat =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= From :Element Lad #59 To:All Subject :I'm on a Voyage of Vengeance. DateTime:9:20 am Sat Mar 24, 1990 (C:\BBS\MSGS\C-30829.1) Arrest Hunger, not free food... it really puts me in the mood... the Bastard Plants, Chrysler too.. I'm not Stever Largent, are you? Chew or Snuff is real bad STUFF; How bout a beer? He says "I am the LAW" when he really means: "I am a QUEER" So when ol' Benny sez: just dont watch any programs written by Norman Lear! Ending Genetic Disease is the plan; at any time of year! I went to Computerland they kicked me on my rear! =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= From :Rabid Liberal #22 To:And Subject :ov curse DateTime:11:58 am Sat Mar 24, 1990 (C:\BBS\MSGS\C-30820.1) aslithily the toads did swim across the wired bimble-scrim and far away in lands of blue a pretty made brought meals to you she laughed and cried and lived and died across from mamble scrams and pim whose trolly boats did wade and swim the little ones frettled hot, and made the hookah burn then not and why, after the day was done did the toad his tongue did run thru the weaves across the world and that my boy is the shroom tale sent to you thru the fungus mail it is the end of this little poem so scrimble way and loudly moan The End =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= From :-=%>Mr. Midnight<%=- #263 To:All Subject :THPHT!!! DateTime:12:56 am Tue Apr 10, 1990 (C:\BBS\MSGS\C-30416.1) The Mad Gardener's Song He thought he saw an Elephant, That practiced on a fife: He looked again, and found it was A letter from his wife. "At length I realize," he said, "The bitterness of Life!" He thought he saw a buffalo Upon the chimney-piece: He looked again, and found it was His Sister's Husband's Niece. "Unless you leave this house," he said, "I'll send for the Police!" He thought he saw a Rattlesnake That questioned him in Greek: He looked again, and found it was The Middle of Next Week. "The one thing I regret," he said, "Is that I cannot speak!" He thought he saw a Banker's Clerk Descending from the bus: He looked again, and found it was A Hippopotamus. "If this should stay to dine," he said, "There won't be much for us!" He thought he saw a Kangaroo That worked a cofee-mill: He looked again, adn found it was A Vegetable-Pill. "Were I to swallow this," he said, "I should be very ill!" He thought he saw a Couch-and-Four That stood beside his bed: He looked again, and found it was A Bear without a Head. "Poor thing," he said, "poor silly thing! It's waiting to be fed!" He thought he saw an Albatross That fluttered round a lamp: He looked again, and found it was A Penny-Postage-Stamp. "You'd best be getting home," he said, "The nights are very damp!" He thought he saw a Garden-Door That opened with a key: He looked again, and found it was A Double Rule of Three: "And all its mystery," he said, "Is clear as day to me!" He thought he saw an Argument That proved he was the Pope: He looked again, and found it was A Bar of Mottled Soap. "A fact so dread," he faintly said, "Extinguishes all hope!" - Lewis Carroll =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= From :Leon Trotsky #300 To:All Subject :Boy howdy DateTime:1:20 pm Tue Apr 10, 1990 (C:\BBS\MSGS\C-30412.1) that Lewis Carroll was a good writer, even if he did like little girls. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= From :Pressed Rat #16 To:Allllllllllllllll Subject :JAH LEWIS CARROLL! DateTime:12:15 am Wed Apr 11, 1990 (C:\BBS\MSGS\C-30393.1) ... Jah lewis! Jah Carroll! Jah Queen Nefertiti! but lay off those line feeds, ok? Once upon a time... SDBP was on the line, I wrote another poem for Sir Death (a man I've met but thrice and still haven't gotten drunk with!) and then somebody yelled "hey DUMBSHIT" from the other room, calling me away with a mysterious air of quackery, Lepidoptera my 2nd silliest peck of Snide at the E.T. Surf Shop when all things with emphasis on the letters we couldn't hear... Ten tantalizing minutes later everybody was on the floor groaning about something Nan said (who's Nan?) into the spittoon, which echoed and reverberated and went on and on until it circumscribed our entire frame of mind, which was alternately good and bad - which one, we couldn't figure out, and somehow it all came back to "in a soft world wherefore can things be hard?" and socks were of great importance unless being worn. So it was that farewell was sung to the Froot-Bats (notice this recurring themE???????????????????????????????????????????????? ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? eh? time to go now. Pressed Rat =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= From :Leon Trotsky #300 To:All Subject :Python is poetry, really. DateTime:5:27 pm Wed Apr 11, 1990 (C:\BBS\MSGS\C-30373.1) " I've got a slug. " " Does it talk? " " Yes. " " All right, I'll take it then. " =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= From :[>> Vendejo Mysterioso #59 <<] To:Tommy Subject :... DateTime:11:38 pm Wed Apr 11, 1990 (C:\BBS\MSGS\C-30356.1) Tommy can you hear me? Can you feel me near you? Tommy can you see me?? Can I help to cheer you?? oooh, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy can you see me? Can you feel me near you? Tommy can you feel me? Can I help to cheer you?? ooooh , Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy.... Tommy.........Tommmy.....Tommy.... =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= From :Doctor Murdock #2 To:All Subject :Heedy Hide.. DateTime:12:10 am Thu Apr 12, 1990 (C:\BBS\MSGS\C-30349.1) I definitely agree.....most definittttttTTley.... But I must add... The Queen only strikes when the moon if a quarter and the sun turns aqua! Or the cat that where's a hat, wiped his feet on the mat and then sat.... He fell and went snap and he then took a nap... Or a mouse hit his head and he then was quite dead... OR She gave to me, a big yellow pea... Then it SLAPPED you across the room and LAUGHED in your genral direction!!!! Like THIS: MMMMUUUUUUUUUUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAA! And then stuck your head in a big vise press and mill your HEAD!!! Or stick you on a generator and watch you FrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRyyyYyYYyYy! Then look to you and say, "RoR, man............." =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= From :-=%>Mr. Midnight<%=- #263 To:All Subject :RoR! DateTime:12:57 am Thu Apr 12, 1990 (C:\BBS\MSGS\C-30347.1) A Place Called Else I was waiting for the bus one day When a little man said to me "You look like you could use a break, Here, take this and be free." I examined what he gave me And found to my surprise A purple-mottled mushroom! A Doorway in disguise! When I got home that day I opened up that Door Into a land that men call "Else" Where I'd never been before. A more beautiful place to be I have truely never known Sights to fill the heart with joy Or chill you to the bone. I met a girl named Alice Who whispered in my ear "RoR-Alucard"! It was then that I knew fear. Madness raged all around This I now could see The dark, forboding Land of Else Was not the place for me. When I woke the morning next With the half eaten shroom in my hand I swore that I would never again Enter into that dark land. But once you've tasted the Forbidden Fruit Its call you can't ignore So once again I take the Key And open up the Door... -=%>The Midnight Poet<%=- FUUUUCCCCCKKKKK!!!! I NEEEED SLACK!!!! Your Phriend, -=%>Sir Midnight<%=- (Knight of the Sacred Order of Wotan) =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= From :Doctor Murdock #2 To:All Subject :Ok... DateTime:10:01 pm Thu Apr 12, 1990 (C:\BBS\MSGS\C-30331.1) I'm trying an experiment here, folks... I'm posting in a completely sober state (for now). Today....I.....did many exciting things, which I will go into great detail with you right now... Please put your Captain Crunch decoder glasses on now.... Thank you for your support.... RoR =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= From :Pressed Rat #16 To:All Subject :Heh - decoder glasses... DateTime:11:44 pm Thu Apr 12, 1990 (C:\BBS\MSGS\C-30324.1) Tommy is Alice's male cousin. Listening to you, I get the music Gazing at you, I get the heat Following you, I climb the mountain I get excitement at your feet. Right behind you, I see the millions On you, I see the glory From you, I get opinions From you, I get the story! =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= From :Pressed Rat #189 To:All Subject :The REST! DateTime:10:03 pm Thu Dec 14, 1989 Attackers come fast, they take us by night We prepare our mystical tools for the fight Great magical pots full of swirling evil To pour on the heads of the opposing people. Ladders, siege towers, all they have brought. Great wartime machines of mighty and mought. But we've been prepared since the Oracle spoke; I turn to my fellow wall-guard and take a last toke. The attackers do their best, but they cannot win - They don't know we've got our secret weapon dialed in! Yes, all of our wall-guards are high on the Weed And prepared to dispatch them as if no great Deed! With a crazed twisted smile and a look in our eye That would stop Death itself as if stuck in a sty, We defend our last refuge with all of our might And destroy them as fast as they come into sight. An arrow flashed by, which I caught in my teeth. There seems to end to the attackers beneath. Dumping rocks and old wads of bad things on their heads We ensure that the most of them will go home dead. I can hear now their wailings, they thought they were keen But now they turn back at the fierce things they've seen. Yes this is the best of the battles I've had I draw now my sword and slay some man's dad We pursue all the last of them off as they flee Out into the desert beyond the Galee Now perhaps they will never return to harass And of course if they do we will make them haul ass! And what do you suppose made this all possibile? Could it possibly be something rhyming with Fossible? Yes sire, I tell thee, we've got Pigs on our side, And beseeching them last week to give us their hide, We receive a reply: "sure we'll do all we can" -Sure enough, we have won, to a man! Now you all must go off and learn for yourselves That the Fossil Pigs are your friends, be you men or just elves And that it pays to implore them to help you, my friend! If done properly, your life may never end. (!) 12-14-89 made up as I go, by Squire PRESSED RAT of the kingdom of Petipoom =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= ,,, ,,, ' ' ' ` ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ;;` ';; ; ;,; ; ; ;,; ; , ; , , ; , ; ; ,, ; ,;%;, ; ,, ; ; , , ; {~ ~} ; , , ; ; . ;"~,'^`,~"; . ; ; . ( __RoR__ ) . ; ' ., \__~;~__/ ,. ` ' ' , ; ' ` ; ,, ` ` ',' '.,..' ; ; `..,.` `,' ' ;;; ' ; ; њ ј Hello and Hi. How are you today? Feeling well? Oh, by the way... Ready to Die? War Is Hell! - Doctor Murdock =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= I DON'T CARE WHAT THE NEIGHBORS SAY! -=-=-=-==-=-=-=-==-=-=-====--===--- Hear I live and here I'll stay! I do my thing and I do MY way! Living the life of Riley every day! And ya know what? I DON'T CARE WHAT THE NEIGHBORS SAY!!!!! I party all of the days and all of the nights! And the neighbors, they always start fights! But that's too bad... Cuz my dog...he BITES!!!!!!!!! I work on my car and it makes me proud! It's a 427 Side Oiler and it's fuckin LOUD! And if they complain... I burn 'em off and leave 'em in a smoke cloud!!!!!!!! My stereo..HAHA..it's hella BIG! And my Booze...heh...I SWIG! And when that bitch calls? I yell, "SHUT UP YOU FAT PIG!!!!!!!!!!!" I do my drugs and have my fun! I even sell them to their son! Once they called the cops... So I gave him some acid and a loaded gun!!!!!!!!!! I bring women over and have my WAY! I make 'em scream & yell, and that's just foreplay! Then they complained one day... So their daughters virginity I did SLAY! I DON'T CARE WHAT THE NEIGHBORS SAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND I HATE YOU TOO! - Doctor Murdock RoR-Alucard =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= In my dreams I stay, I like it here, strange as that seems I like to run through the fields In the warm summer sun; And I'll lurk in the shadows I'll crawl through the dark; And stalk my prey in the park In the winter moonlight And I'll keep an eye out for you; Maybe we can run together And we will stay here forever And ever Happy laughter and cries of joy On our way there's no pain to bear; Just the lose of you, my dear And that drop of sorrow is my tear But for now we'll run hand in hand Across the valley and into time; Searching for nothing On our way; In my dreams I stay..... - Doctor Murdock =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= -===================- + All Hail Isabeau! + -===================- All Hail Isabeau! Thats what she said I sat and listened to the songs And the chants in my head Hail Isabeau! Thats what he said I asked a question He turned and fled All Hail Isabeau! Thats what they said I yelled out loud And she struck them dead Hail Isabeau! Thats what we said We all cried to ourself Our hearts, they bled All Hail Isabeau! Thats what she cried I ate my fruit My sanity did slide Hail Isabeau! Thats what he cried I drank my wine I set my reason aside All Hail Isabeau! Thats what they cried I climbed to the alter And took my bride Hail Isabeau! Thats what I cried I made love to Her Then died - Doctor Murdock RoR 12/20/89 =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Pressed Rat #16 7:12 pm Sat Dec 02, 1989@All A wood nymph by a small stream lay And made garlands of the wildflowers Her loving satyr in the waves Frolicked with fish to pass the hours. Awhilst she spun her pretty clusters, Lupine, cat's paw, indian brush - He backfloated upon the stream Which gave him quite a heady rush. All through those days the brook ran strong And burbled there not unlike wine; Their love rose ever higher still The purest love within their time. He wrote the songs she sang to him In voices clear as chapel bells; She wrote the dance he danced for her Upon the secret flowered dell. Alas, that satyr once was Me But now I've lost my fair nymph's voice. The wizards bound and brought me here And stripped me then of every choice. If I could but return to her, I'd give my very soul for that But now I'm chained in this new time A degenerate pressed rat. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= DateTime:1:54 pm Wed Feb 21, 1990 (C:\TAGS\MSGS\A-26624.1) CATATONIC --------- .... my arms are bound. and my eyes are closed... why? the darkness frightens me... yet, I welcome its peacefullness... voices..thoughts...feelings... my legs are bound, along with my soul, my body deteriorates.. Until there is nothing left... but a rotting corpse... Can Anyone Hear me? 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