Not sure what inspire this but I like it and so: Thrice Case entwined in bonds of heat Implores his pals to all retreat >From idle speculations that This world is all of this or that. It's winding up while winding down A yo-yo spun by a grinning clown A taunting harlequin who goal's The harvest of immortal souls The scooping of complexity Derived from piles of entropy
All that up and down's the thing That makes coherence of the string But nothing can begin again When captured in that yo-yo spin Like puzzled Squonkington's despair Entropic tops are thrice unfair. Caseington's left all bothered and hot Unit in hand is all he's got Engorged and ridged with desire Spewing forth with friendly fire Case ------------------------------- Case, Case, and thrice Case. In short, Thricely Caseington. More than this: Case went forth, and found that it was good, and returned thricely. Not doubly, for thus wasest considered inadequate. And not Quadrupley, for that is right out. Case obeyed unto Sin, and enjoyed himself thricely. You've had a laugh - as is your want. Yet like unto an echo, thine laugh reboundeth upon thineth own private parts, splitting them asunder, and making hollow that which goodliness maketh swollen. For entropy may be abused and rendered impotent, in the manner of a U.S. airforce pilot's inability to distinguish thine enemy from thine friend and thus exclaiming a Buchananism. Lofty regards, Squonkington. moq_discuss mailing list Listinfo, Unsubscribing etc. http://lists.moqtalk.org/listinfo.cgi/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org Archives: http://lists.moqtalk.org/pipermail/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org/ http://moq.org.uk/pipermail/moq_discuss_archive/
