Ron,
Lo the incantations rise Into that nothingness despised And hark the Bard indeed can hear Beckoned thus he offers cheer. Ass ensplintered; but I suppose One could do nicely without prose Even learn to sneak it in Just make it line Up like its Important, but Between you and me O D D Spacing is A N N O Y I N G Wait 'til you See what other people's E-mail clients do to that. > he > he > He I go to sleep and when I wake It's a month later. Everyone but me has changed. While I sleep I am A set of numbers and letters In Sony's database I am dust in the machine. But dust I am and >From dust I shall return. Who needs the stupid prose thing? It just gets out of control No discipline no structure No restraint and yes no soul. If I must rhyme or pretend to art I know the game I can play the part Banished yes but it's no disgrace If you get banished to a better place. Case --------------------------------------- Krimmel, oh krimmel What of Case? Has he been banished? Was it disgrace? What of Case And his brilliant prose? The kind that bring Tingles to toes. Was it urban blights Or l.e.d lights? Was it inquisitive Idiots which kept Him up nights? Krimmel oh Krimmel Please let us know What is Case up to? Is he picking his nose? Is he scratching his ass Or drinking a beer? Is he in the fetal position Shaking with fear? Or does he just have the shits of it 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/
