Unstable Occipitals... by Chaosfive-55, literature
Literature
Unstable Occipitals...
Roosh'lolla-habbadon, under the skies
As the aged Klobb-Whuddada takes off and flies
O'er the Ruins of Guhhllappssee, ghastly as hell,
And drops golden veebhulfizz down a deep well!
For these are the hours of Droob-kala-zinn,
When the Azathoth Children chant ZYNNI-DYN-DYN
In the echoing halls of the temple of Drugg
While the city is eaten by Boroghashh-Glugh!
O, pity me not as I sink in the fhlurrd
For I know flobbbeh-seesildor-cromma khon-zlurd,
As the Box-Head Girl runs through the fog-riven streets
And the ullid Thunntabulorrs eat all my treats!
Sir Blut-Eisen's Charge by Chaosfive-55, literature
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Sir Blut-Eisen's Charge
The old king of Riddermark, Fosco the Drunk,
Was besieged in his tower--his kingdom seemed sunk
For the Shield-Wall of Blackadder, one hundred strong,
Encircled his fortress; "It won't be long,"
Gloated Count Blackadder, that odious goon--
"Your crown will be mine, you'll be out of beer soon!"
But hark! From the west rode a Knight on a horse,
Blut-Eisen of Riddermark (our hero, of course)
Had come forth to rescue his poor foolish king;
But how could a lone knight pierce the iron ring
Of a shield-wall of spearmen, full one hundred strong?
Well, you shall soon learn if you but heed this song!
Blut-Eisen's steed, Pinkie, was valiant and tall,
Ooglabib, dappledoo, megafiree,
Take up thy switches and pass them to me!
Oraculum, foodoopoo, ishy-ka-blah,
This is the final and uttermost hour!
You cannot fathom all the ghleazur I've seen,
As the shlyfrah-ga-habadah drools through the screen;
But by Yuggoth, I'll croup up a glob of Zkix-floo,
If you blow it all out of your rannygazoo!
So heed these strange words in the fog of Rhudoun,
And creep up on the sacred hives up on the Moon...
But the nectar of Azathoth ain't for your lips,
When the Krumpeldumps poop on the statue of Quipz!
I Care Naught For All... by Chaosfive-55, literature
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I Care Naught For All...
You fret too much about such things:
Powers and principalities, empty pomp
And meaningless riches...
Walk down the street and watch for those
Like myself, who mind their own business
While taking care to not care at all
Who owns what, who wins or loses,
Fools in high places, chasing the wind!
We who are free can see the grin of Time,
The glittering scythe of the Reaper who
Knows full well that all of us are equal
And equally doomed...and so what?
Death is but a Door, after all--
And those who spend their lives loving life
Are far more fortunate than those
Who chase after vain wealth or power,
Or others who brood about who has both
(And
Phaedrus the Archimage by Chaosfive-55, literature
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Phaedrus the Archimage
Phaedrus the Archimage sat on his throne;
Two nights and a day had he brooded alone--
The mightiest wizard from here to the sea
Sat shrouded in thrall to abysmal ennui.
"For sevenscore years have I mastered my craft,"
The powerful magician bitterly laughed;
"I have flown o'er mountains, walked under the sea--
What magical feats are there left now for me?
"Every spell I cast blossoms in grandeur and awe--
I have changed lead to gold! From the deep ocean's maw
Have I lured forth the mermaids; even raising the dead
Is a task I've performed while I'm still in my bed!
"The most dreadful of daemons have cringed at my feet;
I have summ
Rock Gardens of Shangra La by Windaddyflex, literature
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Rock Gardens of Shangra La
My toad is stuck in second gear
The clutch pedal grins from ear to ear
Too slow, too slow, why won't it shift?
As I look down, I start to drift
From one licorice lane into another
Occupied by a mumbling plover
It swore and flipped me off...how rude
He had totally misconstrued
Just then a rattling from the back
Followed by a ringing crack
The leaf-spring that had worried me so
Was dancing the asphalt do-see-do
My toad croaked and hit the floor
It shattered and nudged the Semaphore
Screaming gnomes and goblins ran
From a pissed off superman
His palate smudged with bearing grease
From Iron Girder, and John Cleese
And the crew from the Red Dwar
Taboo Tattoos and Lesbians by Emerald-Alexandria, literature
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Taboo Tattoos and Lesbians
My mother used to tell me,
As she took a long drag of stale nicotine,
That I should stay away from lesbians,
Because they would make me take up smoking.
What she didn't know
Was that I thought cigarettes would make me skinny.
And thus,
My unfounded and irrational
Fear and attraction to the utterly beautiful was born.
I had fallen for breasts before I grew my own,
and took to the internet with my misguided teachings,
as so many seem to do.
And there, in a ten-year-old's Google search for “sexy boobies”,
I found my first love.
A nameless ivory queen with a butterfly under her chest, and a tree branch on her ribs.
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Weathering
Rock starts to weather:
First into cubes and then spheres
Mostly ‘cause water.
Mass Wasting
Mass wasting is huge
Doesn't matter where you live
Sometimes rocks fall down.
Soils
Hey, pass that shovel,
Let’s broaden our horizons
Dirt can be so fun.
Canadian Geology
So much mixed gravel
And look at these kettle lakes!
Damn those glaciers, man.