Out of the fog that envelopes the street walks a man with a beige trench coat. In the pocket of this coat is a disk, a disk with information the enemy would kill to have. The man enters the door of a house, walks down into an underground headquarters, and uploads the disk onto the internet.
Merry Christmas.
Saturday, December 24, 2005
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Hey Mark Collins:
ReplyDeleteEat it.
Sincerely,
The Magician
The story of the Western's past
ReplyDeleteOf Bloodshed, quarrel, unsurpassed.
Along the broken, battered track
She waits for you, and what you lack
Hollowed eyes, she stands alone
Upon her railroad's mighty throne
Before the outlaw's trail of death
The Vulture lasts to take a breath.
Sisters part from what they crave
and brothers for a father's grave.
The poisoned bullets for her sin
He flees from darkness with company men
A Magician, Bartender both alike
To start the war, the final strike
The Vulture circles, aims to kill
But left to die, and now is still
This is how you found the beast
This is how I found the East
About the East, and of the beast
ReplyDeleteAre paltry things we do not speak
Second fiddles rush to flight
And fools we do not suffer light
Did you think we did not see
What you wrote here, for he and me
Or hoped in some vain ploy
We'd take your terms, little toy
The hat is tipped, in spite of you
In light of what you tried to do
A chance to be part of the riddle
In time you will, my second fiddle
Remember the West
Forget the rest
A paltry thing, is not the case
ReplyDeleteInstilled in you is just the chase
A warning now for all to come
The time to beat your battle drum
The war is here, but can't you see
You've chosen the wrong enemy
Listen now, to what I say
Or in due time, you'll have to pay
Loves great quarry proves too much
They'll lose their lives within her clutch
I'm not that of a second fiddle
Ironically I'm in the middle
Hold her hand and touch her face
Behind the eyes covered in lace
The Ratiofarm here.
ReplyDeleteThanks for downloading Cloudmaking,
and pointing out my foolish error.
I do indeed have many stories.
Have fun in Athens!