They started out in The Town
With a farm and a pitchfork
Goblins invaded
They stabbed the goblins with the pitchforks
With the beating and the hurting
Bleeding goblins all over the town
They moved underground to avoid more goblins
Still the goblins came, and mingled their blood with the earth
Even underground the natives were not safe from goblin blood
They slipped upstairs at night, cutting goblin throats
Dragging corpses back underground to eat
When there was nothing else but wretched goblin food
There were a few underground
Who knew they had to retake the surface
These were the heroes
They prepared their knives
Saturday, November 16, 2002
Friday, November 15, 2002
Car alarm in the distance
Cat alarm in the foreground
Cat wins, slappy
Watch your feet with that 1000 pound horse
Pick!
The Dude does nothing all day.
He wakes up in the afternoon and buys milk with a check.
It's good knowing he's out there,
The Dude, taking 'er easy for all us sinners.
The tree walks and our hero wakes
The Dude Abides
He is a small dude with large fists
Across this line, you do not!
I am the breast of a young queen.
I am a thatching against rains.
I am a dark castle against bat-flutters.
I am a Connactman's ear.
I am a harpstring.
I am a gnat.
I am my own father and my son.
I am every hero from the crack of time.
-F. O'Brien
I am a bark for buffeting.
I am a hound for thornypaws.
I am a doe for swiftness.
I am a tree for wind-siege.
I am a windmill.
I am a hole in a wall.
-F. O'Brien
