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Le mort de Mililalil...
I flipped open my copy of the "Los Angeles Bumbler". Stunned, I read the frontpage newstory. "Actor Tony Danza facing manslaughter charges after the accidental slaying of his best friend and muse Mililalil XXIV. Apparently, Mililalil entered Danza's home in the early morning hours of May 23rd and was mistaken for a female stalker, who had been harassing Danza recently."
The seasons changed places in the waltz, and I, entering the time to play the Muse of Tragedy, sang Kathy's favorite swan song. Utter delight was hers, as petals raining down upon her eyelids from the heavens, in hearing my music. She fell into a very great sleep, and all her fans mourned her departure, as she passed ever so Peacefully.
The Haunting of Mil Continued
Well, since the dead Mil XXIV refuses to stay buried
The others are angry and chasing after him far and wide:
From mountains and hill, to the ocean they've hurried,
All screeching "Come on boy! Give it up! You have died!"
But Mil chooses to wander the world as a wraith,
A zombie, undead, unnaturally alive.
When he could sleep so quietly in the soft earth of a grave,
With flowers above him and no fear of sunrise.
Thinks he that those that chase him will ever be sated,
Until he gives in and takes him place among the rest?
His arguing is what keeps their own peace belated,
And the dead do not tire, in their unending quest.
Give it up, Mil! Face the final truth of your condition:
Your life has expired, and they do not give extensions!
Pendragon
Pendragon, sometime keeper of the hill, and all around good egg. How to describe the "demise" of such a fine fellow?
Pen travelled back in time, but miscalculated and found himself on the Titanic during an epic battle with an iceberg. Grieving our pal, Mililalil and I sing him to his rest...
"Near, far, wherever you are
I believe that the heart does go ooooonnnn"
Kathy was standing, minding her own business, in her front yard, when Tony Danza's car crashed into her lawn. Her dad was on his way out to surmise the commotion, but it was too late:
for Kathy's eyes had lingered to long in the seeming heaven of Tony's gaze, and she could no longer find contentment with the lesser things of this world. She passed blissfully into the hereafter, and was delighted to see the Danza at her funeral.
Mil was fighting a battle with Papaya and split his head in two.. Resulting to a lot of black seeds to fall to the ground, they magically grow and more lint forms, giving Mil asthma, sadly dying a heroes death... *weeps* "I mourn for you mighty Mil!!"
Do you mean that glowing Sauron like red eye was really Tony???Quote:
Originally Posted by Mililalil XXIV
shinigami was an extra on the movie "Goldfinger" and got covered in gold paint...need I say more?
shinigami-----> :angel:
Eew!!! Hm.. let me try to top that off before I take my morning shower...
" Cheer up! the worst is yet to come."... and with that said a swarm of rabid African Killing Bees sting kathycf... No one mourns because they're all asleep...
[was that mean? Sorry...]
Ah. Pleasant dear. Why? Why, why, why?
**sob**
Eh? "What happened?" you be askinen? Oh I'll tell you. I will tellllllll you-ou.
Over me heroic frame she stood, weeping fer Mililalil of the Million Lillies, her tears just afallin' like drops of wax from a burning pair of candles. She bent down on one knee, to close me eyes, only to realize the cause of death: breathing in some lint, she suffered the fate I had suffered, and she knew it full well.
Th'end!
Nah, no worries. Just wake everyone up the next time you kill me off with bees. ;) :nod:Quote:
Originally Posted by shinigami
Mil met a train one dark and stormy night. "Hello, train!" Mil said, cheerfully. "HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHooo" replied the train, and rudely smushed poor Mil. Bad train! Being fully rested, everyone mourns.
The Funeral of Kathy
Kathy was a pleasant lass from up in Massachusetts,
Who had a somewhat morbid fascination with Death.
I would not go so far as to call her "Goth", not my business—
(I myself read Poe and Lovecraft and things like that!)
But she speaks of coffins, crypts, and gravestones,
Hints of cobwebs, and candles dripping melted wax—
Of Ghost, and Ghouls, and undead things that moan,
Each time she gives poor Mil or myself the axe!
Now the organ played by mad Eric sends her funeral dirge aloft—
And Quasimodo rings the bells at Notre Dame,
A cloaked figure in a shapeless hat whispers her eulogy so soft,
And silently 24 figures stand around her open grave.
And Mr. Arrow, Ghost of the Dastardly, doffs his cap and gives a bow:
Then turns and extends an elbow, for Kathy a ghost is now...
Pendragon
On a bright day in may, a dragon flew over a land of much rain. He didn't understand it, because it should be near summer, and it was freesing and raining. He flew on, untill he reached a large lake, by a green meadow. He settled down for a drink, and shortly after anounced, "Now that's odd", as he collapsed as a result of birdflu.
Salad of Death
Chava loved her green, green leaves,
Especially when she chopped them up for salad.
A vegetarian by nature and by beliefs—
And so begins our sorrowful ballad.
There are many types of green that Nature sends:
But not are of them are truly edible.
And sometimes the line between the two so blends,
That the difference becomes scarcely legible.
So the leaves that Chava chopped up to make
A nice green salad for her dinner—
Contained by a simple yet tragic, even fatal mistake,
Leaves from the shrub call the Oleander.
She really didn't notice any problem of bad flavor as she dined:
But when the alarm rang in the morning, Chava was not alive...
http://www.wwf.org.hk/images/kids/na...oleander_b.jpg
(contains the toxins oleandrin and nerioside)
Pendragon
The dragon wing polls cut the air in an unbelieveble speed.
the creature advanced so quickly that the knights had not have the time even to preper..
The horm screamed around the yard as the merchantes flad from the square hiding from the mass.
Seconed later the they heard they archers poll they bows and fire!
Only a day later, it would be discovered that it was a just a little Pendragon making it's way going south..
And now all that was left is to prey god and wait for the dragons revange.
The Lament of Weeping Willow:
What was the sad fate that befell poor Willow? It pains me to think about it. By a twist of
cruel fate, Willow was caught in a tornado and swept away, just like that cow in the movie "Twister" . Mother Nature is a cruel mistress indeed.