$$$$$$$$$$$ $$$$$$$$$$$ hogz of entropy #227 $$$$$P $$$$ $$$$ moo, oink, up your butt. $$$$P $$$$ x$$$$ $$$P $$$$ xP$$$$ d$$$$$$$$$$$. $$$. $$$$xP $$$$ $$$$$$' >$$$$ $$$$$$$$$. $$$$P $$$$ 4$$$$$. .$$$$' $$$$'`4$$$b. $$$$ $$$$ 4$$$$$$$$$P' $$$$b 4$$$$b. $$$$$$$$$$$ 4$$$< %% $$$$$b 4$$$$$x $$$$$$$$$$$ 4$$$$$$$$$ %% >> "Some Rants" << by -> Mokie ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Anger of Turnips -------------------- Since this is the seventy third day, i think i am a turnip. you do not like turnips? soft effervescent dew covered roots of triumph? perhaps you do not understand the turnip mind, with it's gleeful complacency, growing in splendor of green and dirt. it does not suffer from jealousy or paper cuts, only from yellowness. Yellow is an evil thing, taking it's joy and screaming from minds and chains. All of this is blatant, and sometimes obvious. wishing is a waste of time. the wings never grow and there you are, with sadness and no wings. caffiene and growth do not make it go away. only the color yellow is able to alleviate the boredom. do you listen to this? do you listen to the yellow speech of your wishes? Its poetry is that of oysters, seeing light through my eyes. Love and Rocks -------------- Shiny black stones are love. Stronger than death and folly, the source of strength, they break in moonlight, and blind by day. all of the stories they tell are madness but the madness is that which is like anger the most. zurp zurp go their stories, until you are crazy with the pleasure of the sky and the wind. it is no wonder that lizards hide underneath stones with all of this storytelling contaminating the very sand. magic surrounds the stone, and the lizards run when moonlight sparks the spell. vanity and a striving after wind, are the lizards. a tower, a hind, a doe, is the shiny black stone. such problems can never be fixed, not by any number of zurping. but zurp zurp it goes, until it is too full to continue. Reality's Edges --------------- marbles are like reality. they are small, and insignificant until broken, when they cut you unless you are careful. will you brave them? will you take them up and hold them, coddling and rocking, until you have lost them in your complacency? your fat surrounds this. it is no wonder i can no longer distinguish between this and the iron ones. Angels and Darkness ------------------- how very like a dark angel of light, but without wings. how do these colors affect me so? bright darkness, shining across a sunlit field, the black brighter than the sun. dark light, illuminates my heart but clouds my mind. how can i think clearly when my mind is stormy weather? a tactile thunder, a darkening lightning, and a broken black stone, so fragile to begin with. my arbitrary symbols foretelling my soul. i drank my willpower, and drowned my wishes, but got a dream which an angel stole. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- [SOME POETRY!] Random Angel Song ----------------- obsession cured, just a new random angel i hate that beauty but i want it the same i think this to you but i know you don't hear me and im groping the ground I worship anyway it could have been someone or anyone else but october and vodka equaled up to you this isnt the first or the last time it happens so i know im not worthy of princes or truth my painful addiction, no withdrawl immenent waiting to prove that ive something to prove living is only a constant reminder that it happened it happened it happens to you and i lost what i had just to get what i wanted what i wanted turned out just to be what i lost ive bartered these two and theres no coming back now the randomness never could equal the truth To the Oblivious Lord of My Dreams ---------------------------------- I say it doesn't affect me I say you never believed I say I won't think twice of it I say it's him that I need I say I want him forever I say I want you tonight I say I don't think it's wrong I say I don't know what's right I say that I feel so happy I say I'd never betray I say I'll stay with him gladly But it's not what I want to say. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- * (c) HoE publications. HoE #227 -- written by Mokie -- 4/7/98 *