**YK2** Posted March 25, 2005 Share Posted March 25, 2005 Originally posted by Sir 37mm: (hey maybe I AM French)And maybe I AM Mary Queen of Scots! *adjusts neck brace* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mace Posted March 25, 2005 Share Posted March 25, 2005 martyrdom hey? Hmmmm, lesssee, can't have martyrdom without a bit of pain and suffering. Perhaps a large cross? Nah been done. Guillotine? Nah. Gallows? Old hat. I know, something relevant to today's society - how about we string him, and his supporters (hey Boo?), by rope between two cars and rip him apart. Oh, and we need to adorn him with birthday candles so Emma can make a wish...before we rip him apart. Mace Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
37mm Posted March 25, 2005 Share Posted March 25, 2005 Originally posted by Mace: I know, something relevant to today's society - how about we string him, and his supporters (hey Boo?), by rope between two cars and rip him apart. Oh, and we need to adorn him with birthday candles so Emma can make a wish...before we rip him apart. He's sold me Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mace Posted March 25, 2005 Share Posted March 25, 2005 Originally posted by Sir 37mm: He's sold me Yes, marketing the 'ripping of martyrs' apart is my specialty. *presents card* Mace Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
37mm Posted March 25, 2005 Share Posted March 25, 2005 Originally posted by Mace: Yes, marketing the 'ripping of martyrs' apart is my specialty. *presents card* *looks at card* It's a beer mat? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Moraine Sedai Posted March 25, 2005 Author Share Posted March 25, 2005 Originally posted by Sir 37mm: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Mace: Yes, marketing the 'ripping of martyrs' apart is my specialty. *presents card* *looks at card* It's a beer mat? </font> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
rleete Posted March 25, 2005 Share Posted March 25, 2005 Originally posted by Moraine "I got da powah" Sedai: Mace: Hey. He's cheap AND easy...what can we say? Aussie. That way, you've said cheap, easy, probably drunk, and in need of being hosed off. I'm feeling generous, so we'll leave out the parts about impure thoughts regarding farm animals and the criminal lineage. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Michael Emrys Posted March 25, 2005 Share Posted March 25, 2005 Originally posted by Mace: I know, something relevant to today's society - how about we string him, and his supporters (hey Boo?), by rope between two cars and rip him apart.I think the old Chinese way was more elegant. Attach each of his limbs to an ox and drive them off to the four points of the compass. They might have to strain for a couple of minutes to finally rend him into pieces, but that's all to the good, hey? More time for him to scream in agony and terror. Michael Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mace Posted March 25, 2005 Share Posted March 25, 2005 Originally posted by Michael Emrys: I think the old Chinese way was more elegant. Attach each of his limbs to an ox and drive them off to the four points of the compass. They might have to strain for a couple of minutes to finally rend him into pieces, but that's all to the good, hey? More time for him to scream in agony and terror.Would four mopeds do? Btw I'm not cheap and easy. Oh wait?! Yes I am! Mace Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Michael Emrys Posted March 25, 2005 Share Posted March 25, 2005 Originally posted by Mace: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Michael Emrys: I think the old Chinese way was more elegant. Attach each of his limbs to an ox and drive them off to the four points of the compass. They might have to strain for a couple of minutes to finally rend him into pieces, but that's all to the good, hey? More time for him to scream in agony and terror.Would four mopeds do?</font> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mace Posted March 25, 2005 Share Posted March 25, 2005 Originally posted by Michael Emrys: Gotta keep 'em comingYou've been reading from a brothel's mission statement again, haven't you? Mace Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
rleete Posted March 25, 2005 Share Posted March 25, 2005 In that case, think stocks/pillory. Audience participation, donchaknow. We'll sell the rotten fruit, say a buck a throw? Mix in the occasional rock (jagged, of course) for added impact. Why just watch when they can be a part of the event? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Moraine Sedai Posted March 25, 2005 Author Share Posted March 25, 2005 Oh how wonderful! This is going to be the event they will talk about for years to come! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Michael Emrys Posted March 26, 2005 Share Posted March 26, 2005 Originally posted by rleete: In that case, think stocks/pillory. Audience participation, donchaknow. We'll sell the rotten fruit, say a buck a throw? Mix in the occasional rock (jagged, of course) for added impact. Why just watch when they can be a part of the event? That'll be good for, say, a week long warmup. But the main event has to be him being torn apart by oxen representing the supreme majesty of the law. Michael Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dalem Posted March 26, 2005 Share Posted March 26, 2005 Can't we just shoot him? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stuka Posted March 26, 2005 Share Posted March 26, 2005 Originally posted by OGSF: Ats guid tae see ye agin, Lenakonrad! Wailcome back! Wheres MY welcome back OGSF you lily-livered faux-Scotsman. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted March 26, 2005 Share Posted March 26, 2005 Originally posted by **YK2**: And maybe I AM Mary Queen of Scots! Looking in my picture book You know, I thought she was Mary, Queen of Scots Seemin' very real to me Just goes to show how wrong you can be. I'm going to stop, wasting my time. Anyone else, would have broken both of her arms. Sad song Sad song. -Lou Reed Bloody women! They'll rule us all in the end, you know, if we once turn our faces away from psychotic violence, addiction, and outright stupidity. Fortunately, I know you lot of complete and utter tossers to be made of sterner stuff. So I can still address you all as one complete gibbering idjit to a whole lot of complete gibbering idjits who are, in fact, so completely gibbering and idiotic that the stupidest thing I've ever said passes as the Wisdom of the Ages amongst you lot of complete and utter tossers, who can't even gibber in a way that doesn't make you look fecking stupid. So, we stand here, mano a mano. I always figured I could put on steel toed boots and kick the souls out of most of you buggers without breaking a sweat. That is, until you began posting...poetry. stifles a silent sob During these last few pages, where you've all been posting poetry... Well, let me just say...I've never been more proud of you all. Even Nidan, although, posting lame arsed song lyrics by a complete Unter-feminine-hygiene-product like Natalie Merchant is like bragging about the fact that you were really sensitive to the needs of your last girlfriend who was a stripper who used abortion as the only reliable form of birth-control, and who got teary-eyed over the fact that on her daughter's birthday, she didn't do crack at all... Can't fecking stand Natalie Merchant. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted March 26, 2005 Share Posted March 26, 2005 Originally posted by Stuka: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by OGSF: Ats guid tae see ye agin, Lenakonrad! Wailcome back! Wheres MY welcome back OGSF you lily-livered faux-Scotsman. </font> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted March 26, 2005 Share Posted March 26, 2005 Originally posted by Michael Emrys: ...Emrys says something... Wise fool, who does not fear to say too much, but stupid bastard, who never says enough... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted March 26, 2005 Share Posted March 26, 2005 Originally posted by dalem: Give me a call tomorrow Seanachai, you awful person. It's tomorrow. What do you want, you bastard? I WILL, by all the gods, redeem you. This may be my greatest work. One day, Dalem, I may make you...human. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted March 26, 2005 Share Posted March 26, 2005 Originally posted by NG cavscout: Is it cheating if I just skip the songs? You can always skip the songs. You will be a smaller man for having done so, but you may always skip the songs. But you skip the poetry at the risk of your immortal soul. And, frankly, lad, your immortal soul isn't all it could be. It's looking a bit grimy around the edges. A bit tattered. A bit worn. Poetry rejuvenates the soul, as Song rejuvenates the heart. But you can give them both a miss, if you wish. After all, there should be something lying in the lowest possible point of human interaction to soak up the urine. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted March 26, 2005 Share Posted March 26, 2005 The Jack of Diamonds slipped between two tens He said, "Hide me, boys, till the season ends. I've been sharecropping for the Ace, King, Queen and toward the end the game turned mean. The one game in town and I'm bound to lose And I just can't shake these gambler's blues Miss Downtown got her hair all wet She got caught by the storm Now she's so upset She dries herself by the kitchen sink as she quietly counts up everyone's drinks And she can't control and she can't refuse This one last shelter from the gambler's blues Ah, the gambler's blues coming round the curve Leave you with nothing but your broken nerve You listen to the fire as you shovel in the coal Stick you head out the window See the drive wheels roll St. Louis knows that he can't survive with a broken horn and a Rico 5 Still he walks this bar with his head held high And he honks and hollers till the well runs dry And the Jack of Diamonds had to give him the news There ain't now good notes in the gambler's blues Then smoke fills the room cause the wood's too green That's what you get when you buy from the Ace, King, Queen And there's not much light There's not much heat But you learn to like how it smells so sweet And when you count your change here you count by twos But you'll never buy off these gambler's blues Ah, the gambler's blues coming round the curve Leave you with nothing but your broken nerve You listen to the fire as you shovel in the coal Stick you head out the window See the drive wheels roll Jack of Diamonds jumps out from the Tens He says we'll never know how this story ends But you can tell old Bill when he comes home That the Ace, King, Queen took Miss Downtown home And left him with nothing but her old tattoos and a road map of these gambler's blues Gambler's Blues -Bill Morrissey [ March 26, 2005, 12:05 AM: Message edited by: Seanachai ] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nidan1 Posted March 26, 2005 Share Posted March 26, 2005 Originally posted by Seanachai: Can't fecking stand Natalie Merchant.Do you dislike her more than VT artillery, Oh Story Teller ? Well good then, I'll dedicate this little diddy to you...hope you hate it!!! You can sing along as my GI's crush your hapless Krauts into meal. It's a Saturday afternoon romance between a cowboy and a fool a drunken meet up in a crude saloon a poor Rocky Mountain town he's a scoundrel and she's no pearl together they are two lovers cruel got her balanced on his knee he knows exactly what to say "you ain't been born til you get out of town and honey, you might come with me" "if you do... spare the innocent ones I'll take you with me together we will be drifters free" got her tangled in his arm she's a lusting, trusting fool "no man born can rule me that I've sworn but stranger if you do I'll belong to you" "if you do... would you spare the innocent ones would you take me with you? can you love the land and love me too?" as he grows sober sees his love anew in morning light so true he gets on the move on the move Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
**YK2** Posted March 26, 2005 Share Posted March 26, 2005 Originally posted by Seanachai: Bloody women! They'll rule us all in the end, you know... Hah!! Such sweet poetry to my ears.... *waggle* Originally posted by Seanachai: During these last few pages, where you've all been posting poetry... John Keats (1795-1821) Fancy Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home: At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth, Like to bubbles when rain pelteth; Then let winged Fancy wander Through the thought still spread beyond her: Open wide the mind's cage-door, She'll dart forth, and cloudward soar. O sweet Fancy! let her loose; Summer's joys are spoilt by use, And the enjoying of the Spring Fades as does its blossoming; Autumn's red-lipp'd fruitage too, Blushing through the mist and dew, Cloys with tasting: What do then? Sit thee by the ingle, when The sear faggot blazes bright, Spirit of a winter's night; When the soundless earth is muffled, And the caked snow is shuffled From the ploughboy's heavy shoon; When the Night doth meet the Noon In a dark conspiracy To banish Even from her sky. Sit thee there, and send abroad, With a mind self-overaw'd, Fancy, high-commission'd:--send her! She has vassals to attend her: She will bring, in spite of frost, Beauties that the earth hath lost; She will bring thee, all together, All delights of summer weather; All the buds and bells of May, From dewy sward or thorny spray; All the heaped Autumn's wealth, With a still, mysterious stealth: She will mix these pleasures up Like three fit wines in a cup, And thou shalt quaff it:--thou shalt hear Distant harvest-carols clear; Rustle of the reaped corn; Sweet birds antheming the morn: And, in the same moment, hark! 'Tis the early April lark, Or the rooks, with busy caw, Foraging for sticks and straw. Thou shalt, at one glance, behold The daisy and the marigold; White-plum'd lillies, and the first Hedge-grown primrose that hath burst; Shaded hyacinth, alway Sapphire queen of the mid-May; And every leaf, and every flower Pearled with the self-same shower. Thou shalt see the field-mouse peep Meagre from its celled sleep; And the snake all winter-thin Cast on sunny bank its skin; Freckled nest-eggs thou shalt see Hatching in the hawthorn-tree, When the hen-bird's wing doth rest Quiet on her mossy nest; Then the hurry and alarm When the bee-hive casts its swarm; Acorns ripe down-pattering, While the autumn breezes sing. Oh, sweet Fancy! let her loose; Every thing is spoilt by use: Where's the cheek that doth not fade, Too much gaz'd at? Where's the maid Whose lip mature is ever new? Where's the eye, however blue, Doth not weary? Where's the face One would meet in every place? Where's the voice, however soft, One would hear so very oft? At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth Like to bubbles when rain pelteth. Let, then, winged Fancy find Thee a mistress to thy mind: Dulcet-ey'd as Ceres' daughter, Ere the God of Torment taught her How to frown and how to chide; With a waist and with a side White as Hebe's, when her zone Slipt its golden clasp, and down Fell her kirtle to her feet, While she held the goblet sweet And Jove grew languid.--Break the mesh Of the Fancy's silken leash; Quickly break her prison-string And such joys as these she'll bring.-- Let the winged Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Michael Emrys Posted March 26, 2005 Share Posted March 26, 2005 Originally posted by Seanachai: Can't fecking stand Natalie Merchant. Really? Who could have guessed... Michael Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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