..breaking news ..

oh i got it wrong, in truth the theory is right.

barbaric: the concept on kindness.

yet we learned about broken bones, bodies
that seep blood with water. we studied the mosaics,
good legs, good legs here.

the voices rather quiet. we have had a life time
of listening, yet not understanding really.

so let us go forth and compare alice to your god,
as we have done in the past..

yet know there is possibly nothing to fathom here.

oh really.

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jesus

. tasks .

a set routine, tasks most days.

bread and butter, move a mountain.

yet it can be done slowly, only
looking at that which is completed.

not remembering the punctuation,
or rhyme.

enjoy the air, watch the frog,
hop close by.

know that when all is done, you
may sleep well.

night paralysis

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H.P. Lovecraft’s Birthday Masque

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The curtain is drawn back by bioluminescent tentacles and the Chief of Ghosts walks onstage. You’d think you’d get used to seeing a fish with legs, but no.

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Dressed as one of Arkham City’s finest, it’s actually Julie Andrews in drag. She sings ‘Ichthyoallyeinotoxic’ over a bass solo by Chris Squire. There’s blood on her gills.

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It’s one hundred years in the future. The undead members of Yes have become Ring-Wraiths (apart from Rick Wakeman, who, for contractual reasons, is a 3rd Stage Navigator).

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There is a distant chorus of ‘Mu Mu’ as the barbarians arrive, bearing the remains of H.P. Lovecraft in a large bottle filled with brown sauce.

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The cadaver slops about in there as their pace picks up to a funky jog. There is a chorus of ‘Deny ketchup, and get brow-ow-own…’

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As the skull-faced ‘Classic’ line-up break into ‘Pates of Delirium’, ghostly legions of further ex-members of Yes rise from their tombs and join in.

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The husk of Jon Anderson rides up and down in a chariot drawn by the reanimated remains of three other singers, eyes put out like disgraced Byzantine princes.

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As the complex time signature shifts and pointless paradiddles continue, it sinks in that this music can only be played by the multi-limbed.

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Seeing those empty skulls controlled by Moon Cicadas – themselves lackeys of powers beyond the stars – you realise Prog’s true purpose…

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Julie Andrews begins levitating as the ‘camera’ pulls back: all this is happening on Roger Dean’s turd island floating toward the edge of the world.

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As it tips slowly over, a thousand skeletal albatrosses in gold chains take up the burden and, without missing a single note, the song continues inexorably.

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Meanwhile, the Justified Ancients, rowing like fuck in the opposite direction, go over the edge in their longship with H.P. Lovecraft strapped to the mast.

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Tammy Wynette, perched on a rock in the role of ultima sirena, waves as they tumble by to one final chorus of ‘What Time Is Pointleeesssss?’

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Yes Turd-Thing is voyaging back to its cold interstellar masters when it is struck by a derelict spaceship full of the infected remains of Hawkwind.

Buttered Shutters

At Chimeric Artisanal Toast Suppliers and International Conveyors, all our Gentleman’s Relish is made from real gentlemen.

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– People often ask us, ‘How can you tell a real gentleman?’ We say: you sit in any pub long enough and someone says, ‘He was a real gent.’

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At Chimeric Artisanal Toast Suppliers and International Conveyors, all our Marmalade is made from real marmals.

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– People often ask us, ‘When you say “marmal” are you in fact mispronouncing “mammal”?’ We say: get you, “Mister Dictionary”!

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At Chimeric Artisanal Toast Suppliers and International Conveyors, all our Cheese Spread is made from real crushed Cosmic Cheeseballs.

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People often ask us, ‘How can you source real Cosmic Cheeseballs?’ We say: in space. With a net. Duh!

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At Chimeric Artisanal Toast Suppliers and International Conveyors, all our Strawberry Jam is made from members of The Strawbs.

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– People often ask us, ‘When will you do a Rick Wakeman “Strawbsberry Jam”?’ We say: have you tried visiting the centre of the Earth?

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We tried visiting the centre of the Earth once but it was a) v hot, and b) Rick Wakeman has the place guarded by naked mole rats.

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Also, he got Alan White out of Yes to set up trip-crotales, so we couldn’t get near him without some kind of proggy alert going off…

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At Chimeric Artisanal Toast Suppliers and International Conveyors, all our Mallarmite is made by Mallarmé from real mallards and never from mole rats!

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Also available from Chimeric Artisanal Toast Suppliers and International Conveyors: Buttered Shutters. Made from finest post-fresh toast!

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Our expert artisanal crafts-marmals will personally trim, butter and fit your Buttered Shutters on any window you point at repeatedly!

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Hundreds of testimonials from happy gentlemen were unfortunately dropped in a volcano as we fled the mole rats and/or mallards.

Captain Anoxia and the Space Centipedes, Episode 4: Space Biscuitry

Filming of the portentous epic is going well till

the matter of that custard cream
floating in the tractor beam.

Spoils the whole movie.

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The camera escapes the director’s control momentarily, and focuses on the rogue biscuit. Could it be from the biscuit box of the lost spaceship?

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The biscuit rotates in its own orbit, a tiny oblong moon, the crumbs around it already forming into a sort of ring.

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Focussing automatically on the lettering moulded on the surface of the spinning biscuit, the camera picks out first ‘ALPHA’, then ‘OMEGA’.

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On Earth, the records of the CSS Franklin are pored over for any clue as to the name of the company which supplied the custard creams. Nothing.

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A message is sent out to Captain Anoxia, supposedly investigating the destruction of Ice Station Pluto. Confidentially, no communication has been received.

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Again, officials curse the Space Corp’s laxity: Anoxia should have been debriefed regardless of whether he was capable of speech or not.

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MEANWHILE…

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Captain Anoxia crunched through Charon’s rusty tholin gunk to get a better look at the Midgard Centipede. It had the entire moon in its grip.

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The resurrection hadn’t gone well: he was a third of his normal size, and had a green chitinous shell. The only thing he could eat was broken glass.

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At least the Space Centipedes ignored him. Either his shell protected him from their mindprobes or it helped he had a face like a grasshopper.

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The centipedes had crunched up moons and minor planets wherever they’d come across them. Space seemed to writhe as Anoxia looked into the sky.

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It was clear from the ruins that Ice Station Pluto had held out as long as humanly possible. But Space Centipedes got inside your mind…

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When your thoughts played out involuntarily as enormous palindromes, you waited till they were finished to see what you might have meant.

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Naturally, this did not lend itself to tactical thinking while giant ink-black centipedes with poisonous heads at either end attacked you.

.. absolom ..

we worked it out, she had,
lived there over fifty years,
clean and tidy. the nightmare
over, i can face it.

face those that come with claims
and accusations,those with self
importance.

it seems it may be all religious,
i told him i did not believe,
it is just a story.

a good story at that.

absolom,the third son of david.

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