Story Time

Discussion in 'Bad Dog Cafe' started by Wailin' Tele, Feb 22, 2016.

  1. telemutilator

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    "I hate doing book signings, because all the writers come to see me. there is nothing I despise more on this earth than a writer" Charles bukowski
     
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    .....and she stood before him and he tasted fear. Fear palpable, like tree sap and pine scent, reminiscent of desire yet never experienced in life, like a dream, a hope, a possibility. Yet there she was in all her might, a terrible Goddess in gossamer attire, flimsy moon threads and silver fire, with fire light blazing from eyes in sensual fury, anger of ages, dooms proclamation emanating from sylvan face, thunderbolt cutting through his heart strings painful insecurity, the predator is now unmasked. The pure killing beast, terror of cool hallows and deep green moss, ancient forest aglow in goddess' might, tore the frenzy from him, ripped away his reason, his nature now in question, desire changing his being, it is only she he wants.
     
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    I think he's bucking for a job as Meatloaf's songwriter.
     
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    I don't know. Even Meatloaf comes up for air every now and then...
     
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    ... I suspect Trem dreams like this, as he lies on his sheepskin mat on his side of the sofa in my lounge.. :rolleyes:
     

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    Nice looking cat. If you were to tell me his mum had a night-time visit from one of those wild boyos, I wouldn't be at all surprised.
     
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    And long was the night....
     
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    Na. I think he reads to much Dylan Thomas.
     
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    Aye- he does have that kinda look about him... But he's a bit of a ***** really :D

    ( how cool is that? The site automatically "bleeped" me lol! Turns out you cant say a feline is a thing that rhymes with "wussy" :twisted:)
     
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    He was a guitar player with a wild headed mop of a bygone sixties doo and scraggly attempt at facial hair. Cargo shorts and a grateful dead tie dye wasn't so much a fashion statement as it was a convenience of both pocket book and the fact that they barely passed the sniff test. Today like most days he was feeling sorry for himself. He never had the courage to make a mark on life. In fact he was a coward and didn't even know it. Girls, money, fame, all words said in reverence because you only revere what is beyond reach right? He was skinny fat. Though he once remarked on an elevator for no apparent reason that he was somewhat of a bodybuilder. He walked with a funny bobbing gait. Within a sea of heads, this long haired scraggy headed dude kept appearing and disappearing, always easy to spot but no one ever took notice. He found his place on the fountain step, pulled his guitar of his back and looked around to see if anyone saw how cool he was, he played guitar, chicks should dig him. Yeah only he knew the secret sauce of hip-ness as he searched the crowd of potential worshipers of this rockstar. He spotted one, her, looking at him with that knowing look and he turned away as if slapped, she pierced his act, I'm a fake, oh ****, he timidly looked back her way, trying to casually glance through her. Yep piercing blues his way. He was doomed. Like a bad acid trip he felt the world super focused on him and he knew terror.
     
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    so, the Moon is Canadian?
    I have no idea whats going on, save the Moon is Canadian
    (or at least talks like one-eh?)
    and some pot bellied deadhead thinks hes a body builder.

    acid trip indeed.
     
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    Totally missed the sidehair ponytail, grey goatee and soul patch....
     
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    She saw the beast burst upon the sacred glade and continued her song. His huge black frame aquiver, gleaming in sweat, snout and neck speckled white with frenzied froth, here was her prize, her instrument of death. And gently she eerily sang. The man beast fell to its knees, cowered its head, whimpering in unabashed submission. And the song ripped into his soul.
    'Come to me... come to me vengeful one', she cooed. The soft power of her voice was undeniable and filled the space between them. The command was like a gavel strike, inevitable. On belly he crawled toward her, eyes once fiery now cooled and down turned. The lady of silver fire smiled and he shivered. The creature of wild will and fierce freedom was forevermore a slave.
     
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    He should take up writing lady p**n.
     
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    Here you go.



    Empress

    My Mind drifts back upon a day
    Of forests of pine and rowan
    The Empress with Wand in hand
    Reflects the sun she burns
    All my doubts away

    Twelve stars alight upon her brow
    Pomegranates adorn her gown
    She winks at me takes my hand
    She helps me understand
    This is not who I am

    'Oh Mother of the Guarded Spring
    I have forgotten how to Drink
    I waste my time on worldly things
    Pursuing what I hate
    I drift further from your hand'

    But I'd give it all away
    To go back to those gentle ways


    Even when the moon is cold
    Clouds cover midnight sky
    All I do is think of you
    In the forests of peace
    I begin to understand

    How I could give it all away
    Play upon Rainbow Rain
    Forget about this clumsy life
    To be one with the Land

    How could I forget you?
    That smell of fresh-baked bread
    When everything radiated joy
    My catcher in the rye
    How we laughed and cried that day
     
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