🚀 go-pugleaf

"pandora" <pandora@peak.org> wrote in message
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>
> "Ironywaves" <ironywaves@knology.net> wrote

> > You seem like an honorable man, Evans.
>
> Honourable?  Please, don't make me laugh.  He's just another whose only
> skill is to insult people.  Chuckie isn't around currently so he sets his
> sights on others.

And the thin veneer of friendliness is only to lure me in for the *kill*...
makes sense. I don't recall tangling with Rob yet, or if so, not
extensively... I suppose I might be seeing what he's made of, soon, perhaps.

Hope he'll be a bit more of a challenge than the previous goons, JRS, Colin,
et al.

> Those are rare here on This Mountain.
> > Will
>
> Yes, they are indeed, but they DO exist.
Marg

Perhaps there's more "lurkers" here than I imagine.

http://www.lulu.com/content/25698

> > Motor-Bike.
> > It gloves together like a fit,
> > some kind of crystal wristwatch.
> > I rode dreamtown on a motor-bike,
> > through the black early morning.
> > Faint arouma,
> > your essence all in my nose.
> > That which is invisible,
> > those things that can be seen...sing for me.
> > When the morning crash,
> > and no sleep to be had, exist in this oasis of the present.
> >
> > TREMBLE TOES, BONE CLATTER!
> >
> > Inside the China garden walls, rocks, fish and stagnant water.
> > Over the way, over the rock bridge.
> > Dragons, lions and soul food.
> > Chicken fried by real black people.
> > Smoke stains, cheese-toast and a cup of java.
> > Smoke smoulder from the ashtray on my knee.
> > --- this is not some conspiracy.
> >
> > Crush of secrecy,
> > a stream of smoke from Raven's cigarette fire.
> > Mix of smoke blue in the light.
> > Two geeks and a few freaks.
> > I feel green like Jack Midnight,
> > gimping into the dawn, broken-hearted little mystery.
> > Somehow still ride my motor-bike.
> > Can see the pavement rocks,
> > outside by the trees it is dark.
> >
> > Shadowville sidewalk images and runes,
> > not far from the oasis or the dunes.
> > Near Watermelon Hill, near other stuff, too.
> > On a buy-and-fly for the brother,
> > make sure I take the sidewalk.
> > When I get to the place,
> > gold tooth lady refuses to sell me any beer.
> > Who-who.
> >
> > In and out of jams and readings.
> > my springtime jam, your good cedartree...
> > She's going back to get her stuff,
> > ample supplies of karma and luck.
> > Sunny afternoon bask,
> > March winds are bound to rage.
> >
> > -Will Dockery. 1999

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