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Thursday, August 19, 2010

GlassBeadGame's True Colors

GlassBeadGame at Wikipedia Review

Which Color is GBG's True Color?

You with the glass beads
Don't be discouraged
Oh I realize
It's hard to take courage
In a thread full of Moulton
You can lose sight of it all
And the darkness inside you
Can make you feel so small

But I see your True Color
Shining through
I see your True Color
And that's why I snub you
So don't be afraid to let them show
Your True Color
True colors are beautiful,
Like a rainbow

Show me a smile then,
Don't be unhappy, can't remember
When I last saw you laughing
If this thread makes you crazy
And you've taken all you can bear
You call me up
Because you know I'll be there

And I'll see your True Color
Shining through
I see your True Color
And that's why I drub you
So don't be afraid to let them show
Your True Color
True colors are beautiful,
Like a rainbow

True Colors — Cyndi Lauper

Monday, August 09, 2010

Socking Prison Blues

Title: Socking Prison Blues
Artist: Greg Kohs
Composer: Johnny Cash and Barsoom Tork Associates
Midi: Folsom Prison Blues

I hear banhammers comin'
As I'm trolling round the bend
And I ain't seen good money since I don't know when,
My sock's in Blocking Prison, and time keeps draggin' on
But the sysops keep a boilin' on their lord high throne

When I was just a baby my mama told me, Son,
Always be a good boy, don't ever diss the Nuns.
But I buggered the Foundation just to see Sue sigh
When I hear that rule book quoting, I hang my head and cry..

I bet there's rich folks gloating in a fancy Wikimeet
They're probably drinkin' coolers and scarfing funky treats.
Well I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free
But those sysops keep a movin'
And that's what tortures me...

Well if they freed my sock from prison,
If my edits were sublime
You can bet I'd truck my socks a little farther down the line
Far from Socking Prison, that's where I want to play
And I'd let Barsoom's bad music blow my blues away.....

CopyClef 2010, Johnny Cash and Barsoom Tork Associates.
Resurrection Hackware, All Wrongs Reversed.

Barsoom Tork 13:21, 9 August 2010 (UTC)

Rime and Punishment

Ottavion Adambromovich Raskolnikov is a young ex-student of letters, law, and lust living in extreme poverty in St. Jimboland. He lives in a tiny backwater where he rants, although due to a lack of fun has been avoiding learning for quite some time (he claims the gloom aggravates his depression). He acts like a grouch using old papers as a dildofap, and due to lack of motivation studies very rarely, although the neighbors sometimes send their sockpuppets into his quarters with food for thought. He is frequently referred to as a former student because he doesn't have the desire to finish his education. Spiritually, physically (due to lack of outdoor exercise) and emotionally distressed, his behaviour in public becomes progressively more erratic through the drama as madness gradually consumes him. Raskolnikov fluctuates between extremes of altruism and inexplicable antipathy. He is described by his acquaintances as "glumly blue in the face" and many other observers in the dark state that he is very intelligent, but tragically misguided.

In The Crime of the Ancient Mariner, Raskolnikov kiboshes an Albatross with a toy banhammer he keeps in the janitor's hall closet, with the intention of baleting its cries for good cause, based on a theory he had developed of the "bad actor" (often misunderstood as similar to the Übertroll of Kitsche [dubious – discuss]).

In one famous rant, Raskolnikov cries out, "Good God! Can it be, can it be, that I shall ritually take a toy banhammer, that I shall strike the Albatross on the block, split its skull asunder ... that I shall tread in the icky dark slum, break the peace, steal and tremble; hide, all spattered in the crud ... with the toy banhammer ... Good God, can it be?"

[Source: "The Scream of a Ridiculous Man" by Fyodor Moultonevsky]


Title: Sea Sick, So Name I Thee
Libretto: Benjamin Miller
Music: Richard Wagner
YouTube: Die Walküre (The Valkyrie) Act 1, Scene 3, Part 2

Ship's Captain:

Sea sick, so name I thee!


(Vomits on the deck)

Sea sick call me for sea sick am I!
Be witness this ship I stumble on nauseated!
Walse given me in sorest need,
promethazine I find: I take it now!
Nausea's lurch most highest need,
gut-wrenching piercing convulsing need,
turning green on my face,
drives to vomiting and falling down:
Vertigo! Vertigo! so I name thee, sea sickness.
Vertigo! Vertigo! conquering croppy flop!
Shew now thy biting, twitching gyrate!
Go now from my stomach to someone else!

(With a powerful effort Jimbo stumbles to a deck chair and collapses)

Jimbo, the sea sick, see you here!
With motion sickness he collapses on this chair;
so wins for him a nausea most blessed;
from stumbling and swaying thus ruins my vacation.
From my stomach leave me now,
forth to the over laden buffet table:
there stands thee some people I have never met before,
when Jimbo lies sea sick on the deck chair!

CopyClef 2013 Richard Wagner and Benjamin Miller.
Resurrection Hackware.  All Songs Reused.

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Sunday, August 01, 2010

Now is the winter of our missed content

Moulton and Milton, I believe a parody on the works of Summer Shérelle Wilson may be in order, hosted on another site of course. —Tarantino, Sat 31st July 2010, 3:13pm

I dunno if I'm really up to that, Tarantino.

Parody is an art form that is quickly becoming annoying to today's Internet youth. Song parodies longer than a few verses are teasingly called ballads, and adaptations are rampant. For the most part, some changes in rhyming are needed for optimality while stalking via insult messaging systems, especially if you pray for your Internet blabfest every minute. Still, I enjoy mocking and am considered by many to be a tedious gobshite. Oh well, deal with it.

Unfortunately, due to recent copyclef vibrations by psychedelic cruisers from Wikipedia Review posting improvements of my work in connection with a Custodian who apparently wanted to ban some Jackass, I have had to reprise all churlish archives of my works. The only one that explains it is my Knol page, while most of the shite deals with my WVBD truth in advertising notice. If you are on my blacklist, there are gag options with curbs bypassing several of my worst threads. I may repost my essays and diatribes later, after the second coming of the idiots gets underway.