."M" is for Mockingbird, metamorphosized into flame ..http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l1...s/flameman.gif
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."M" is for Mockingbird, metamorphosized into flame ..http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l1...s/flameman.gif
Pen was sucked into the television, just like little Carolanne in the movie Poltergeist. The only difference is....Carolanne got back out again....
*gulp* http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h5...leys/yikes.gif
Kathycf went through a pretzel factory and fell in the dough mixer never to be seen again as the giant mixer turned on.
*reaches for pretzels....yum*
A Tucan Gets Polarized
“Ok, Murphy, what do you have for me this time?” The big man sighed wearily, and took a healthy gulp from a silver hip flask of brandy.
“Well, Lieutenant, it’s another strange one, right enough. Trains don’t come up this line anymore, haven’t for some years now. The old 64th street station has been abandoned for years. But somehow, nobody ever got around to turning off the electricity and water. Homeless folk used to live down here and none the wiser.
“Street entrances were finally sealed off about six years ago, after a raid collected all the homeless. And—“
“Murphy, if you got a point get to it. I don’t like it down here. Gives me the shakes.”
“Right, sir. Well, we found a young woman in the station house tonight. Cute kid, had groceries with her, mostly boxes of fruit loops cereal, with the Toucan on the box? It was weird though. The temperature in that old station is about 75 degrees. It is still above fifty out here in the tunnel. So how did the girl manage to freeze solid in this type of weather?”
The Lieutenant turned a cold grey eye on Murphy. “She froze to death? Froze solid, and in this temperature? Bones make the diagnosis?”
“Yessir. No broken pipes of any type anywhere near the body. She just froze like a statue. What do I put in the report?”
The Lieutenant stared off into the distance. “Whatever you and Bones can make up. They wouldn’t believe the truth anyway…”
Pendragon
P WAS for Pendragon .... until the Python Pulled his Phunny Bone and he laughed himself to the **spooky music here** other side!!
Poor Pen!!
The Sarsparilla Kiz goes down.
June 10, 2007
The notorious criminal known as the Sarsparilla Kiz was gunned down today in a bloody battle. She had been spotted robbing her 257th laundromat, and police were called to the scene to apprehend this vicious and notorious criminal who has been terrorizing laundromat patrons and stealing their clothing all across the Canadian prairies for three years now. Her small accomplice known only as "Pepper" was spared and has cut a deal with the Distict Attorney.
Dame Kathy went out for a walk on a nice sunny day.
Dame Kathy met Dame Andya.
Dame Andya said, "Nice to see you kathy!"
Dame Kathy fell down dead from fright at seeing Dame Andya in person because Dame Andya was wearing hot pink shorts with a long cat tail hanging down and a baby blue top with Minnie mouse on it.
(no I don't wear those, just fyi :lol: :lol:)
Butterfly For Dinner
Andya was a butterfly trying out her wings,
Soaring on the breezes, having fun.
Far from her mind were thoughts of evil things,
Or that Death would ever come.
There was a Lurker in the Doorway far below,
Who watched with grim intent.
And laid her trap with cunning, chuckling low,
As Andya soared and whirled and dipped.
Diving between the portals of the darkened door,
Andya felt the silken trap’s embrace.
The more she struggled the greater grew,
The spider’s victory. She was saying grace.
Andya soared up to the sky, oh, but what a deal,
To give her wings of flight to become a gourmet meal!
Pendragon
© 6/13/07
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pendragon- the giant spider- walked into the his house just after eating andya. he took out his bottle of beer, he drank it, and flopped into bed. he woke up around midnight, his head buzzing, still a little wozzy, and went for a walk. after about an hour of walking he looked up and saw a giant something covering the moon. "i wonder what that is," he said as he tripped again over his leg. well that thing covering the moon was actually someones foot... squish!!!
Shurtugal was doing the usually, volunteering at the park when a crazed unicorn came charging forward, from behind the hedge. Shurtugal was caught by surprise and now Shurtugal is the only person I know of who has ever been killed by a unicorn (the horn to be exact -- caught poor old shurtugal in the temple)
One fine evening, our Shalot got bored and decided to mix up some meringue for the key lime pie she had nicely baked. As the mix-master beated and beated the egg whites with sugar, Shalot heard a noise, and startled, turned her head. Oh NO!! Her hair got ensnared by the dastardly beaters and down she went, head and all, into the pulse of the beating meringue....
lol:lol:... i'll get you!!:crash:
S for Shurtugal who got shooted. :( These hunters, they try to hunt animals but instead end up in killing people.
The Bluebird: A Dirge
There was a little bluebird who could always make me smile,
Whenever I was down on life, she sang songs just for me.
Without the little birdies songs, I might not have walked these miles,
When the day lasts forever, and tomorrow seems eternity…
People can be so cruel without meaning to, they don’t understand,
Because the poet writes such lovely lines is no sign of peace.
After all is said and done, beneath it all, I’m just a man—
And like this little bluebird’s song, you don’t know what gives me ease.
But fate sometimes plays games with man, and when fate deals the cards,
Don’t go looking for a Royal Flush, just play the hand that you have.
Someone with cruel intent shot my bluebird through her tender heart,
Leaving me with nothing but memories and a tiny isolated grave.
If the power of the Universe was somehow given into my hands:
Only for a single moment: Then my bluebird would sing again…
Pendragon
© 6/16/07
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The PAM morphed into a dragon while composing poetry and was stabbed with many pens by an unnamed assailant.
the pam was staring ever so brightly at an ultra-curious orang who poked her in the eye! a few weeks in the hospital at honolulu and bang!
symphony was thrown from that horse and then she died
Hypocrisy In High Places: Shalot’s Funeral Dirge
The priests came around in deep black gowns,
With faces grey and lined and grave—
Each tried his best to expound on the ups and downs
Of the young maid who had passed away.
“I’ll proclaim so bold that yon maiden’s soul,
Even now alights to serve her time in Purgatory!”
“Nay, heaven is her goal, do not besmirch her so,
Give God His Praise for Mercy and for Glory!”
“Does one save the cursed?” “You always think the worst—
Can you not for once show a little Christian Charity?”
“She fooled you? Not the first, I think whom blinds thy church,
Hiding evil with a great show of outward piety!”
The thunder rolled and shook them all and they trembled beneath that call:
“This I who see, hear, and recall, and were I thee to my knees I’d fall…”
Pendragon
© 6/17/07
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PS. How's this for a twist on a regular sonnet? http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l1.../PuppyLove.gif
Pendragon had just completed his latest, and an especially caustic, review of another Sherlock Holmes wanna-be story, having pointed out the author's many lame and historically inaccurate references to Moriarty when that same character entered through the underground tunnel in P.'s study and shot the guy dead with a thoroughly anachronistic Magnum 3.5.
...But all that went before was but a figment of The Idiot's feverish mind. How long he lay in his sleep and dreamt up fantasies of his goodness and nobility, we do not know. Yet, when wake he did, it was at something like a chill gust of wind on his cheek. As he turned towards the source of the cold, he looked into the fiery lamps of Rogozhin's mad eyes. Aye, fled Rogozhin had from the rusty, clanking train taking him to deepest siberia, and with a chuckle, he slid the throat of the good Prince from ear to ear with the slick blade of his killer's knife. R.I.P. good Prince Myshkin.
In the deepest fastness of Christianborg Slot, within the excavated foundations of the 12th century Absalon's Fortress, and Copenhagen Castle, from about 1400 or so, sipping contentedly on the last of his bottle of Aalborg Akvavit, the Dane felt safe at last after the murderous rout that ended Hamlet's effort to avenge his father's death. Unbeknownst to him, however, a literary worm-hole permitted Iago to slip in, unnoticed, fresh from the mayhem he'd inflicted on Othello and Desdemona, and made his way silently, feverishly toward the Dane...
It was revealed today that Prince Myshkin, heir to the throne of Belgravia was slain by a fire breathing dragon that had been menacing the citizens of Belgraville. The brave prince, only son and heir to the Belgravian throne, is deeply mourned by his father King Rumplemyshkin [his mother the Queen recently ran away with the milkman. So she will have to read about it in the newspapers like everyone else]. The King has declared a week of mourning in honour of his son's demise and is holding crises talks with his Lord Chancellor and several of his advisors. Evidently the King, although in his 70's is looking for a replacement Queen, pronto as a new heir needs to be sorted out, tout suite!
Having read through the whole of Vol 2 of The Confusion for the fourteenth time, and
having held the video of Some Like it Hot up to the light in a vain attempt to view it, and
having held the CD of La Traviata to his ears many times without being to hear even one note, and
having glanced innumerable times through the photo album of all the people and pets that he had loved, and
having worn quite through his beloved and drunk the last of his several bottles of unoaked Chardonnay chilled to perfection, and
having filtered every last grain of sand on the island,
the patient Haven expired peacefully staring out to sea...
Prince Myshkin Overthrown
“Ah, Myshkin, we have reached the long-sought Coronation Day,
The crowning, hee-hee, of our triumphant and glorious plan.”
The withered Wizard turned. “Have ye nothing at all to say?
This kingdom at last shall be thine to plunder and command!”
Prince Myshkin sighed. “My dreams of late have been very dark.
Victory is in my grasp, Calthor, but I cannot shake the unease.
It burns in my mind like a flame lit by Satan’s own demonic spark—
Calthor! Ye are quite certain that my brother no longer breathes?”
The Wizard bowed. “I never fail to complete a task set before me.”
Prince Myshkin arose, haughty. “Then I shall claim my throne.”
He froze as a cold voice said “Usurper! That can never be!
“It is given to me by blood right, and shall be mine and mine alone!”
As his brother’s sword struck him down, Myshkin cried “Calthor! May ye be cursed!”
The Wizard merely smiled sadly. “I complete my tasks. He got to me first…”
Pendragon
© 6/19/07
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Replying from the after-life since I've already been done to death once before...I'm sorry the following is not going to live up to your wonderfully fanciful precedent one...Quote:
Originally Posted by Pendragon
Smirking with the pleasure he usually got from trapping little insects between his thumb and forefinger and quashing them, Pendragon dipped his pen into the well of caustic fluid with which he usually composed his squibs, and then, all overcome with the particularly nasty put-down he'd just thought of, he placed the nib between his teeth...
Death in the Mosh pit!
PrinceMyshkin madly mushed and mangled while moshing! Madness, I say...such madness! :bawling:
Seussophile Goes Down!
Reaching, screeching for a rhyme,
she totally forgot to eat,
no green eggs, no ham,
no vita-mins
and so, I'm rather sad to say
this Seussophile passed away.....
Mourning
The burial bier passed so slowly by,
The corpse so thin, so grey and pale—
It brought a tear e’en to my hardened eye,
And I asked to hear the bitter tale.
“What lay him low, is sad, my friend—
The Black Death. Have ye never heard?
It drops black feathers by your bed,
As it sings to your soul a cold death dirge.
Ye see what it left of this poor lad,
Faith, sir, there is little enow to bury.
But if only an arm were all we had—
We must get him underground in a hurry!”
I turned to go and thought of worms and squibs:
Man tramples them underfoot, then they dine on his…
Pendragon
© 6/20/07
Time Out!
Foul!
Where's the referee when you need him or her?
This Pendragon is surely WAY out of line! The rule calls for him to choose an appropriate way to kill the poster who preceded him. Not only has he not done that, it isn't clear that he personally has brought about the death of anyone.
Unless - Oh, my God - is he the Black Death???
i was merely going about my business officer, and my business is to kill whoever i am hired to kill. prince myshkin has been battling king arthur for a while now, and king arthur hired me, little does he know, the nobles of prince myshkin's kingdom have paid me large amounts of money to assassinate king arthur. also, the prince disobeyed his own rule and didn't dispose of king arthur himself. how did the prince die? well, i engaged my wrist blade and stabbed him in the neck and severed his juggular, i have yet to think how i'm going to terminate king arthur.
you have been warned king arthur
The Silence At Dawn
X the Assassin was not as clever as he seemed,
For in carrying out his latest assignment he was caught.
He counted on King Arthur to protect his little scheme,
But the King had a Wizard, and knew of his double plot.
So X listens from the dungeon as the guards approach the door,
A trickle of fine moisture rolls down his narrow face.
In his mind there is not a single doubt as to what they are there for—
It’s pink now in the Eastern sky and X goes to his fate.
Thirteen steps up to where the rope and hangman stands,
With the priest for his last earthly rite of confession.
The hangman adjusts the rope and hoods X’s head,
The leaver, the plunge, the snap, end of transgression.
But if ever a ghost had reason to haunt the living:
Perhaps King Arthur should have some misgivings…
Pendragon
© 6/21/07
This is a story as old as the hills [and as long...], and yet the demise of the Pendragon king is part our native living history. It is a story of magic and majesty. One that is steeped in the celtic legends that are the pardigm of our national legacy. Nonetheless, this story that you are about to hear, is not one of common knowledge... it is obscure in origin and known only to those who have been initiated into the ways of the Druids...
Our goodly king, Pendragon had secured his love and queen, Ingraid, through the unseemly corridors of magic. Merlin, the wizard whom most associate with the Court of King Arthur, was in fact the 'cupid' who struck Ingraid's heart with the lurve arrow. This was a deal struck by our goodly Pendragon and the said wizard, as oh, yes dear reader, the king was going to hand over his first born to Merlin if he should deliver the goods, i.e. his beloved, Ingraid. Merlin, always one to trump a challenge did so no problemo and Pendragon and Ingraid made their vows and as time will tell, a male child named Arthur was born.
Arthur, oh yes, that Arthur... [Roundtable, Guinivere, Lancelot... and let's not forget Camelot :D ]. On the birth of his son, Pendragon decided that he could not ever give him to the wizard who had served him so well. "Sorry, Merlin, old chum. Can't seem to hand over the babe...". Well, said Merlin, after only a moments hesitation, there's a particular set of standing stones in Ireland that I've always fancied. "Really"? said the king. "No problem, we can dig them up and bring them over here. Where would you like them?"
Merlin pursed his lips...."Hmm". he said. "I've had this dream about a place where the Druids danced at the Solstices and ate their magic mushrooms. Other activities too; but y'know live and let live".
The stones of Mount Killarus were dismantled and brough to the Salisbury Plain. Standing proudly by as the stones were erected in the form of Stonehenge, Pendragon placed his solid hand on one of the stones and gave it a mighty slap. "Well, Merlin. What do you think? Good enou...." Oh, no the stone, dislodged by the king's powerful slap and no doubt a leyline or two began to loom in an ominous way over our good king's head. Bracing himself against the stone, Pendragon shouted "Come on Merlin, do your wizard stuff..." Merlin stepped back as the fallen stone [as it lies to this day] laid its enormous weight upon the king's body. Pendragon's body was crushed into the soil, never to be seen again. But all who came to know of this legendary king and his ending, saw it as fitting. A legend crushed by some mythical masonary. RIP, Pendragon.
The Death of a Mermaid...
Poor mermaid Haven.....caught by a fishing boat. I hear tell mermaids taste "just like chicken".
And when the kat in the hat began to speak to the masses
citing from her sacred tome
she caught her footing on the edge of a great divide
and plummeted into the abyss
as deep as the wisdom of her sayings
splat
apples of gold dreamt of having the midas touch,
her wish conceived to breakfast she set again.
Bit into an apple
....you know the end.
Bakiryu was performing in an alternate universe one evening
Quite a cool performance it was
When suddenly from out of reality
a crazed fan slipped through the virtual membrane
and mortally molested the 1st of the 65 personalities
Needless to say the others were rather disorganized
and canceled their membership to youtube
It was a rather comic ending
The other fans are still watching
Apples of Gold was found under a tree, hit on the head by a falling apple. Sir Isaac Newton to investigate.
Papayahed was found washed up on a deserted island, at least her head was. Someone had painted a smiley-face on the papaya, and stuck feathers in a sort of headband made from an old sock for hair. It was reported by the brave souls aboard The Dastardly, who discovered the grisley find, that during the night they had heard splashing and a man howling: "Wilson! I'm sorry Wilson! Wiison!" But they all thought Auld Arrow, Ghost of The Dastardly was up to his old tricks. http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l1...ies/wilson.gif
HEADLINE
Pendragon dead! His two alter egos, Moby Dave and Friar Pentucken, had a royal falling out with each other! Moby Dave poisoned Friar Pentuck, and then was stricken by remorse by killing his old friend!
thankfully, however, Moby's lindworm cousin had an antidote....
The Elven Royalty Andya was an extremely adventurous Royal.. She would wander unescorted.. And that fatelful day came that she has gone too far and poor Andya ended up to be the Ent's dinner :(