Life is short.
The life of a mockingbird is shorter than most.
Short, but sweet.
Au Voir, Mockingbird
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Life is short.
The life of a mockingbird is shorter than most.
Short, but sweet.
Au Voir, Mockingbird
Hey, have you heard the knews today?
Yet no one is crying for her death
Hey, have you ever seen her so gay?
Although bodyless her soul loughs
Hey Kelly why are you so merry
No those are just ghosts shading her life
For long she was gone but now
Her presence is felt through my life
The king of the Mercury, Adil Youssef, didn't like sharing his name with anyone else so he ordered his machine-slaves to murder all adilyoussefs in the world.
Bow heads, all around now, and give heed to my word:
The Royal Mockingbird has flown into the Sun...
It is the time of mourning....
O, my offense is rank! It smells to heaven,
It hath the eldest primal curse upon it,
A brother's murder. Pray can I not,
Though inclination be as sharp as will.
pierced by his own arrow,
we mourn with greatest sadness
for a random person who liked bows.
and also for Robin Hood
who fell into a lake.
dang.
Accident On a Summer Evening
Mir she would a-sculling go—
STROKE! STROKE! STROKE!
Bent her back into the oars as they rowed—
STROKE! STROKE! STROKE!
Half the way across the lake—
STROKE! STROKE! STROKE!
She pulled so hard the oar did break—
STROKE! STROKE! STROKE!
The scull went spinning like a top—
STROKE! STROKE! STROKE!
And when they finally got it to stop—
STROKE! STROKE! STROKE!
Mir was now where to be found—
STROKE! STROKE! STROKE!
I guess she fell overboard and drowned:
CROAK! CROAK! CROAK!
Pendragon
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Heh. Din't expect t' find me, heah, didya? Well, Da Godfeather goes where he wants, capisce? Whatda we find heah, roight in our way, eh? Some tough-talkin' tin-plate, firebreather. So da boys an' me decide it's time fer a funeral. Always knew them armor-piercing shells would come in handy one day. So da big lug crawls off, bleeding loike a stuck pig in a buther shop, and gets into a cave, and seals us outs. We try to blast in wid da soup, but he's sealed good and tight. Whadda I care. He's done fer, any road, and no tears for da reaper. You talkin' ta me, eh? Youse want youse should be be next or what? Da Godfeather don care, capisce? Yeah.
A picture is said to be worth a thousand words:
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They say a group of crows is called a "murder". What then does one say about a murder of crows who met their demise under extremely suspicious circumstances? Can one say the murder was murdered?
Depends who the hunter was. :cool:
Kathy -- tripped on her inordinately high heels and hit her head on a desk. Pity.
Alas poor Robin, a fan of Francis Bacon in every way. He found he had to emulate his idol even to the supposed manner of his death....
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Francis Bacon:
One of the most influential minds of the late 16th century. A statesman, a philosopher, a writer, and a scientist, he was even rumored to have written some of Shakespeare's plays.
How he died: Stuffing snow into a chicken
One afternoon in 1625, Bacon was watching a snowstorm and was struck by the wondrous notion that maybe snow could be used to preserve meat in the same way that salt was used. Determined to find out, he purchased a chicken from a nearby village, killed it, and then, standing outside in the snow, attempted to stuff the chicken full of snow to freeze it. The chicken never froze, but Bacon did.
Kathy, on the other hand, emulates the fascinating death of Branwell Brontë:
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Brontë's severe addictions [sorry] masked the onset of tuberculosis, and his family did not realise that he was seriously ill until he collapsed outside the house and a local doctor identified him as being in the disease's terminal stages. He died shortly after, intriguingly, while standing up and leaning against a mantlepiece, purely in order to prove that it could be done.
Robinhood---Fell from his horse-back. He will be missed in the forum.
Pensive-- Turned her head to see what the Godfeather thought was so funny and flew into a brickwall. Oops! We senda da roses, capisce? :)
Burn These Cars!Ladies and Gentlemen, we are sorry to announce the death of our fellow member, Pendragon. Yesterday at night, he got hit by a speedy car. Three people witnessed the scene, but none was able to catch the crazy driver who ran away taking advantage of the dark. Poor Pen, he will be missed a lot.
Missing Litnet forumers!
Nary a blue feather nor cup of coffee was left on the scene after the mysterious disappearence of Litnet members Pensive and Cuppajoe_9. What was left was a cryptic note saying only that "They sleep wit da fishes, capisce?" One can only wonder how restful that sleep will be.....:eek:
What dastardly deed doer could have done such a....well, such a dastardly deed? Inquiring minds want to know!
What Kathy Did?
No one knows really what Kathy did, that made the old Giant angry, and he came from the land of terror, especially, to devour her. :bawling:
poor Penseive . . . just HAD to get in the way of Old King Cole . . . she will be sorely missed . . . along with her 2-and-twenty friends!!
There were astonishing scenes at the river this morning, it appears the team finally got fed up being shouted at to row (by the one person not helping) and drowned their cox. The cox has been indentified as Mir.
A Letter Killed Him.
What was it? Who wrote it? No one knows, because kilted tore the letter in pieces after receiving it in front of his old friend, Dean Hill. After that occasion, he was nowhere to be seen and Alas, after a few days of that incident, a dead body was found and it was recognized to be Kilted's. Poor one, he will be missed.
A few scattered bright blue feathers were all that remained of Pensive after a gang of unusually large sparrows exacted their brutal revenge. A high-ranking gang member, who identified himself only as The Beak, was quoted as saying "Right, well we was sick of 'er always layin 'er eggs in other birds nests, now wasn't we? It ain't right. It's just lazy, innit?" A local reporter asked if the gang might possibly have mockingbirds confused with cukoos. Then everybody had a good laugh. The Beak was heard to remark "The Rob Roys made a right auld slits in a dress out of that one. We done gone an' offed the Pete Tong bird.", but nobody has any idea what he was talking about.
News Bulletin:
There has been a murder most fowl, as Inspector Mortimer Graves put it. It seems that Cuppajoe was having his usual cuppa with a mysterious stranger whom witnesses describe as "An odd bird, that 'un." Joe's cuppa proved to have a deadly poison in it, and he died in record time in fearful agony. A black rose was left by his body, with a note: "Hee, youse gotta drink yer own poison, pal, capisce?" A white and black feather was also inside the note. Graves stated this may deal with the paranormal…
Like that fabled chicken of riddles, Pendragon just had to cross the road. While on this perilous journey, a mad pack of women drivers on their way to the "coffee for the girls" thread mowed him down accidently. Yipes! :eek:
The mad women drivers from the previous post forget to turn off their headlights and kill the battery, when attempting to jump start the car Kathy electrocutes herself by getting the cable polarities mixed up.
While playing bagpipes, Kilted Exile trips on his kilt and falls from the cliff into the deep water below and becomes lunch for the Loch Ness Monster.
yum! :p
While happily munching on the collected works of William Shakespeare in a deserted library, Bookworm came upon a TYPING ERROR (gasp! :lol:) and fell down dead out of horror!! (his corpse later joined to many zombies at LitNet! welcome to the ranks of the many-times-undead!! :D)
SIGNAL FROM SPACE!
A very weak signal from outer space was picked up last night, believed to come from the abandoned U.S.S.R. Space Station, Mir. One had to listen very closely, and Doctor Mortimer Graves, Paranormal Investigator, stated that it might be an "EVP", or "electronic voice phenomena". A woman's faint voice was clearly heard: "Why was I abandoned? I'd kill for a cuppa." The words were repeated several times then a sigh, and silence. We may never know for sure.
An unlucky terrorist was given a mission to bomb Pentagon. He read the name of the target wrong :(
While taking a trip around the world in eighty days, Jouzou's hot air balloon malfunctioned over the Eiffel Tower. Well...
On a sunny day in June, Bookworm found an abandoned glass bottle lying on the beach . . . upon rubbing it, a genie appeared!! The djinn agreed to grant Bookworm three wishes. however, after letting him play piano like Mozart and talk to trees, the genie decided that he'd done enough, given that Bookworm would play arias on his piano and then talk to it. he disappeared in a puff of smoke. unfortunately, he and his bottle had been floating in the air at the time, and the bottle fell on Bookworm's head and killed him.
And his piano.
The tale of the fatal lipgloss
Unknown to her, mir was wearing a lipgloss originally made by Lucrezia Borgia. What is that old motto? Live hard, die young and leave a good looking corpse? Sure, and also with just lovely green lips...
*BREAKING NEWS*
"over to you Bob....."and this report just in, famed girly geek Kathcf committed suicide last night on an overdose of milk of human kindness, it seems in an effort to make up for the apparent shortage of the virtue, she went a bit far.
another breaking story, the situation is growing extremely volatile on the Lit-forum with all manner of hot beverage threads popping up all over the place, Admin could not be reached for comments and it is not know if the Mods will declare a state of emergency....
Dateline: Fairyland
This just in from somewhere over the rainbow, in that magical kingdom known as OZ. It seems that Prince OZEED was on his way from Emerald City to visit Glinda, Good Witch of the South. While crossing the hill of the Hammerheads, poor Prince OZEED became careless and was knocked into a ravine by one of these telescoping-necked vagabonds. While it is true that no one ever dies in OZ, Prince OZEED will not be much good at the bottom of the quicksand bog at the bottom of the ravine either!
many dragons were selected, but "OUT OF MANY ONE" was chosen.Sorry mate your numbers up.
"take aim, FIRE!!!!"
a sad incident occurred yesterday on litnet when resident Ozeed, age unknown, was attacked and trampled to death by an angry stampede of women he had not allowed onto his threads. he was seen to be drinking beer while driving his sports car just before the calamity, and the car was crushed with him (and his beer) inside. a moderator was on the scene, but instead of stopping the horde, she was seen to be screaming, "go, go, go!!" and throwing "ban user" badges at the car. ah, poor Ozeed . . . :lol:
Who Kidnapped The Birthday Girl?
It was said that Mir received the Mona Lisa's painting as a birthday gift. Someone, who is unknown yet, kidnapped her, and the next day, she was found dead by the police near the river.
Mona Lisa's painting still rests in the museum. It was not the real painting which poor Mir was having, but still the cruel people took her and wasted her life. May those dreadful people be punished!
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Um, I ain't so great at makin' da speeches heah, so shaddap! We ain't packing dese flowers 'cuz we opened a shop, capisce? Da boys and me, we're pulling a little rub out of a dirty rat of a squealer down near da East River, and dis little birdie heah flew down de wrong alley at de wrong time. Shame, we didn't have nuttin' again her, see, but what could we do? Little birdies got a tendency to sing, ya know. I'm guessing she's gettin' fitted for wings and a harp, right now. What? Youse tink I ain't got no sediments, or what? Eh? Maybe youse like to join her or maybe youse end up wit the dude in da red suit down dere? Put da flowers up dere, boys, and get dose hats off! Youse got not respect fer the dead or what? http://www.cosgan.de/images/midi/tiere/c010.gif
Pendragon went to Disney Land and got in the teacup ride for a spin. A freakish accident happened and the teacup broke loose from it's moorings and went hurtling into space at 1000 mph. He could be heard shouting "Leave all my assets to Kathyyyyyyyyy" as he flew off. Said teacup has still not been recoverd, nor the body of our beloved Pen. Cruel fate! :cold:
I Will Rather Die Than Admitting You The Ruler!
It is the begining of a dark age. Harry Potter is killed during the war, and Voldemort is the ruler of the world now. Everywhere, Voldemort has spreaded his death-eaters to observe people. He has punished/murdered all those people who spoke against him, and kathycf, sadly, is also one of those martyr.