')What hubris! Lol.
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the new fear
Re: the new fear
by PenultimateManStanding » Sun 08 Feb 2009, 01:29:39
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')What hubris! Lol.
Nice jolly: more beatnik prose, Montemock & laughs. Billions and yeast & human beast zombie feast and not the least stern intent! Hubris!!!! Hubris!!!! Swords into plow shears stock shares into mock fears shock stares into the abyss. The abyss stares back. Beatnik!!!!! Beatnik!!!!!! where are you now? Bongos are kewl peak oil is cruel & methane comes from the cow. While the land go's withering Congress go's dithering & plans all go in the tank. Humus!!!! Humus!!!! Potash & seeds, insects and weeds, if it bleeds it leads inhuman deeds, cars and their speeds, progress impedes, guilty pleads, humanity needs a crop that feeds & where has Monte been lately?')What hubris! Lol.
Lovely, really. Do you ever seriously write, cuz you should.
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Re: the new fear
by PenultimateManStanding » Mon 09 Feb 2009, 23:32:17
I recited these things I wrote to my son last night when he came over for calculus tutoring and he said "awesome, Dad, a new Dylan!" He had a point, not that I am a new Dylan but that it is Dylanesque writing.
$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('', 't')he original undertaker, Jave, with bangs, & her hysterical bodyguard, Coo, who comes from Jersey and always carries his lunch/ they screech around the corner & tie the old buick into a lamppost/ along came three bachelors sprinkling the sidewalk with fish
a strange man we're calling Simply That wakes up to find "what" scribbled in his garden. he washes himself with a scrambled egg, puts his glasses in his pants & pulls up his trousers.
$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('', 't')he original undertaker, Jave, with bangs, & her hysterical bodyguard, Coo, who comes from Jersey and always carries his lunch/ they screech around the corner & tie the old buick into a lamppost/ along came three bachelors sprinkling the sidewalk with fish
a strange man we're calling Simply That wakes up to find "what" scribbled in his garden. he washes himself with a scrambled egg, puts his glasses in his pants & pulls up his trousers.
Perhaps you can hear it better with these lyrics. The close repetitive rhymes and rhythmic structure with the break for contrast. That artist is amazing.
$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('', 'T')hough you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin' madly across the sun,
It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin'.
And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind,
I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're
Seein' that he's chasing.
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