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Andrew Scott
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Redlands,CA,USA

0 posted 2001-03-23 07:19 PM


Sterile are the halls
in stark white
antiseptic silence.
Where have the loons all gone?
Did they fly the coop?
Head for Canada?
Or has the medication taken effect?
I would search them out
but for this endless embrace
of canvas and steel.
It’s a good thing I love myself.

More than sound
I miss color.
Oh, for the colors...
and those who paint.
Their pallets of chaos
mixing vivid hues of insanity
in schizophrenic shades
and self portraits.
Leonardo
Pablo
Vince
Where is thy art?

And Red!
My dear sweet Red.
I miss you most of all.
Your warm glow.
Your sweet heat.
The fire.
The burn.
If I had my sticks
I’d set these walls ablaze
in a mural of paraffin love.
But like me
they’re neatly wrapped
and put away
for your protection.

(Clip... Clop...)
(Clip... Clop...)

What’s that I hear?
What’s that I fear?
The harbinger of shock
with little black box
full of white noise
static paint thinner to dilute the colorful mind.
It is my host
Chameleon Ghost
Stocking her prey
Preying on her stock
And I the lame duck
roosting in the long winter.
Would there was not so much snow
in my head
and on these walls.

Or perhaps the Horned One
comes to dispense his own
brand of capsulated sanity.
Little tabs of blue and green
painting my rage serene
while pen in hand
he scrapes verse across my chart
as if I were an itch to scratch.
Oh how I’d like to get under his skin!
Just one little peek beneath
that fine mohair hide of Hern.
Then we’d know
Who is moose
And who is squirrel.

But my cell remains sealed
Silence slips back for seconds
And I am left to ponder
The “Why?” of it.
Was it not my turn?
Forgotten?
Or have I too lost all my color?
Frightening quesitons.
And only Time has the answer.
Only Time will tell.
And if I have anything
in this embrace
of canvas and steel
I have Time
Time
and the echo of it's
White silent noise.

[This message has been edited by Andrew Scott (edited 03-24-2001).]

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Joyce Johnson
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1 posted 2001-03-23 09:22 PM


This is a very deep and emotional poem. I am assuming you writing from inspiration and not from experience. A sane man's viewpoint of insanity. But it is very good. Joyce
Dark Angel
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2 posted 2001-03-23 10:54 PM


OMG, WOW this is superb!
please I want more, give me more.

My favourite lines.........

antiseptic silence.

Oh, for the colors...
and those who paint.
Their pallets of chaos
mixing vivid hues of insanity
in schizophrenic portraits
and self portraits.

The harbinger of shock
with little black box
full of white noise
static paint thinner to dilute the colorful mind.

Would there was not so much snow
in my head
and on these walls.

he scrapes verse across my chart
as if I were an itch to scratch.
Oh how I’d like to get under his skin!
Just one little peek beneath
that fine mohair hide of Hern.
Then we’d know
Who is moose
And who is squirrel.

And only Time has the answer.
Only Time will tell.
And if I have anything
in this embrace
of canvas and steel
I have Time
Time
and the echo of it's
White silent noise.


Andrew it was a pleasure to read you, keeping an eye out for you

Maree


I may know the word but not say it
I may know the truth but not face it
I may hear a sound a whisper sacred and profound
but turn my head indifferent.

Natalie Merchant


[This message has been edited by Dark Angel (edited 03-23-2001).]

Red_Feather
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3 posted 2001-03-24 12:24 PM


The harbinger of shock - Love that line - I won't guess at it's origins because i don't know your work and because a person dosen't have to be in a cell to be a prisoner. Regardless, it made me feel like i was there. Liked it a lot.

One's not half two it's two are halves of one EE Cummings

coyote
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since 2001-03-17
Posts 1077

4 posted 2001-03-24 10:45 AM


A very vivid descriptive account of shock therapy, of insanity.
I felt the strait jacket and saw the static!
A wild ride!
Great writing!

"The poet is the priest of the invisible."
Wallace Stevens

Andrew Scott
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Redlands,CA,USA
5 posted 2001-03-24 02:59 PM


Joyce: Thank you for the compliments. No... I've never been on the inside

Dark Angel: WOW right back at cha! Thanks for everything said. Check your e-mail.

Red Feather: Check you e-mail too. And thanks for looking in. Welcome to Passions.

Coyote: Thanks... I'm diggin' your style too.

Justin Nuendo
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Ozzz
6 posted 2001-03-25 05:11 PM


HA! Still crazy after all those years! Here's a new box of crayons for ya and stop sobbing ya hear! Justin will get here ASAP! Got me a thing going with a hen your Red was so kind to exchange for yours truly. Hang in there buddy... Justin will return soon and give ya a colored version of me latest adventure.

Justin N.
Loony with a hen!

Lady in Red
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since 2000-02-16
Posts 147

7 posted 2001-03-26 02:56 PM


Oh Andrew, look at you now!
I only left you for a minute
At the gym for exercise
And now you're tied up in straitjacket!

Was it Moose the Horned One
As artiste hypnotic charlatan
Turned your world to black and white
Stealing your colour in his apron

'Cause you may not be aware
Doc Moose's been cooking with lunatics
Threw in pot the Justin Clan
A gooey-dish he eats with chop sticks

Now you know the reason why
These walls are stark white, sound-and earless
No ears left for Vinny dear
Leaving Nurse C. and ONE FLEW speechless

Although I see Justin N.
Honoured you with a noisy visit
Why was HE not in the pot
That good for nothing Justin midget

Now arise and leave your woe
Regain control over your kitchen
While you feed him leaves of green
I'll quietly hand you the strychnine


~Juliet

Andrew Scott
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8 posted 2001-03-26 06:21 PM


Yo, Justin Man
From Justin Clan
It’s good to see your color’s so
But what I’ve read
Says dear sweet Red
Has sold you an eight-piece to go.

Now…

I’ve done my time
On the fowl line
Didn’t like the way things were pitched
Tar and feathers
I prefer sweaters
Like those Red wears high and cinched

Well, well Justin N… your generosity is only exceeded by your psychosis. In good ‘Stute fashion you bring me this glorious box of 64 colors, yet you leave me wrapped up like a Christmas present that Hudini would still be struggling with come July. You are too cruel by far. But rest assured my good fellow, Red shall soon have me loose of this canvas and steel... and once freed I shall take your paraffin gift and make one fine flammable goo stew... served hot and spicy for all the clan in enjoy! Ahhhhh... here is the Lady now... and I see she has all the right spices! Time to cook!

pegasus111
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9 posted 2001-03-27 06:59 AM


a stunning piece of insightful writing. looking forward to more from you.

the woods are lovely, dark, and deep, but I have promises to keep, and many miles to go before I sleep...Frost



Dr.Moose1
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Bewilderment , USA
10 posted 2001-03-27 08:40 PM


Telepathic thoughts intrude this cataonic interlude
Awakenings can be so rude , but not this one
"What's up , there dude ?"

Your white washed dreams and silent screams
have entered my sub-concious stream
Re-called by my ancestral name ," Doc Moose "
or " Hern " it's all the same

What wouldst thou ask , I thee beseech
that physic's bounds your thoughts would breach
Couldst be that isolations blight
hast bleached the color from your sight ?
Forsooth , if thee would put this right
quit starin' at the flippin' light !

SEE ! There ya go , Andrew my man
and now , pray tell  , have thee a plan
thatst thou didst rouse me from beyond
the pale of which I have grown fond ?

Hast vision been re-stored to thee ?
Might yet " Big Box " produce " Stute III "?

[This message has been edited by Dr.Moose1 (edited 03-27-2001).]

Andrew Scott
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Posts 2558
Redlands,CA,USA
11 posted 2001-03-28 05:43 PM


King in the kitchen
Cookin’ with lichen
Legumes, fungus and ale
Brewin’ in cauldron of antiquity

Red queen by his side
With formaldehyde  
Chantin’ a rant grown stale
While stirrin’ stew to keep fluidity

“Arise Mystic Moose
Shake Morpheus loose
Harken to the call mooed
Across thy crossroads of ‘Stute memory”

“Find a fool’s land lost
At sanity’s cost
To the isle of Lewd
Where coots eat, drink and play harry”

“Hold thy refute
Keeper of cakes and fruit
Bring to us your crazed curd
That we might cross the veil of therapy”

“Arise up the third
Herd of the absurd
We crave your wooly word
That brings forth past and future insanity”

Vapor arises
Full of surprises
As it holds a horned guise
Reminiscent of a beast most furry

It speaks of “Big Box”
Which Crayola hocks
Sixty-four color prize
To procure discount price you must hurry!

The vapor does fade.
The quest has been laid.

And the King cries out: “But where?  Where is thy sale of blue lights and specials that I may no longer live in shades of gray?  I must know where the rainbow ends!  Quick my dear Lady in Red, collect our lucky charms and let us go in search of the “Big Box.”  I have heard tale of marts, both Wal & K, that may satisfy our needs.  Yes, we shall begin there…but first, I believe the stew needs a dash more of formaldehyde.  If you would do the honors we will soon be on our quest.”

Justin Nuendo
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Posts 86
Ozzz
12 posted 2001-03-29 04:43 PM


Can't turn me back on his Royalty here
"The quest has been laid"? or was it the King?
A box for Crayola with 64
Colored crayons fighting in the box ring

Red fights the Blues who's walks purple rain
Brownies at left attack Mrs. Cream
Green eye and Yellow fight over Moose vest
While Orange explodes in juicy extreme

White is with-drawing cuz he's got Black eye
Now Black is fading and looks colorless
Bravo! Encore! Let's give 'em a hand
The heroes of ring that colored this match

Um.. but I was not gonna say that! Here… grab a chair or stool or throne, what do I care… no Moose not the electrical one!…That gets ya well done and I like mine rare!
Yoo Pooh… Gin for King, Shirley for Red and make it a Mary for da Moose, yeah the bloody one, make that a double, he's driving. Wanna know about me chick?

Me dear Lady Red grateful I am
For swapping yer rooster for me hen
Turned out it was in breeding season
For Justin N.'s greedy gold pleasing'

No gold-plated rubbish or painted sham
Me eggs were pure like Porky Pigs ham
Me chick and I went to Bermuda
We had a great time in 'Stute-like villa

With Miss Behavin' - Justine Uff
Showing new tricks with Crachet handcuff
And Uncle Triangle escaped out of jail
Disguised as Chip with cousin Dale

Well me chick has left me for a goose
It could 'ave been worse, it could 'ave been Moose
Me eggs are scrambled, as is me brain
So here I am - flat broke, but  still Justin Sayne

A quest for the big box uh? Sure ya don't wanna stick behind our good 'ol black and white box? Nope? Adventure ye seek? Dang Kings think they can rule everything! Ya stick to the east and I'll take the west, meet ya in the middle, right from the left lies the quest, so meet me there and I'm hip, or is that hop or hip hop? Either way Justin's tip top even without me  golden eggs... cuz I've got... personalities... personalities...  


[This message has been edited by Justin Nuendo (edited 03-29-2001).]

coyote
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13 posted 2001-03-30 10:45 PM


"Oh, for the colors...
and those who paint.
Their pallets of chaos
mixing vivid hues of insanity
in schizophrenic portraits
and self portraits."

Great Andrew! I like this ongoing saga!
Keep it going, please.
I'm pulling up the thread again?
Maybe the jacket will eventually unravel? lol
Coyote  

"The poet is the priest of the invisible."
Wallace Stevens

Dr.Moose1
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Posts 3448
Bewilderment , USA
14 posted 2001-03-31 09:51 AM


" Stute III , The Psychotic Episodes " or
Beyond The Big Box "

The less you see the more you think
come on along it's time to shrink
down to a size you realize
there's more to this than meets the eyes

We're getting smaller by the tick
of clock that tocks it's quite a trick
'till " toon " balloons fill up the sky
and each one asks the question " Why ? "

Because there are a lot of routes
to find your way back to the "Stute "
Depressed ? Might I suggest , commute ,
by dragon-fly , who gives a hoot !

But there's a way that I prefer
Nurse C. don't know , so don't tell her
She's got the keys to all the locks
except the one in the " Big Box "

I found it quite by accident
and wasn't sure just what it meant
but way down deep inside I found
a secret way to get around

Security ! Can't touch us now !
Uh Uh ! No way ! When you know how
to read this invisible ink
the door's behind the one marked " Pink "

So come on in and set a spell
the residents in here are swell
" What's that ? " you say , " A funny smell ?"
Oops , gotta go because ummm , well...
they made me promise not to tell .


Security to isle three we have report a man
is acting you might say , strangely , he's talking to the crayons
Approach with caution I can see him on my video
That's odd , he's gone ! How can that be , now where the heck'd he go ?

Editor's Note :
And so begins another fantastic journey into the delusional realm known as the " Stute ".
Will Andrew " King of Crayons " Red , Justin N. , and Doc be re-united with all the former inhabitants of this wonderfully whacky place ? Stay " Tooned " !

Doc :
Nice going there , Mr. big shot editor !Why don't you just give the whole plot away while you're at it ! And , who are you callin' " delusional " ? You don't know
" delusion " from " doody " Sheesh ! Who let that Bozo in here , and what is that God - awful smell ? Why , it smells just like limerick stew !

Irish Rose
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since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263

15 posted 2001-03-31 10:08 AM


what a glorious piece, I love color!

Kathleen Blake

"When red-haired girls scamper like roses over the rain-green grass,
and the sun drips honey."
Laurie Lee


Lady in Red
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since 2000-02-16
Posts 147

16 posted 2001-03-31 01:45 PM


Andrew! My goodness! I shrank the Clan!
Accidentally, 'twas not my plan
I thought I'd save them from the stew
When dearest Doc left with voo-doo
Somehow the doo flew in the pot
Which now turned into purple snot
And of poor taste I am quite sure
'Cause in it floats Clan miniature

But where's the Doc? A clue he wrote?
Into the Big Box in pink petticoat?
And out of reach of security?
Think he's hiding in-sanity?
Our Doctor Moose does as he promised?
Responsibility diminished!

I brought the nitro-glycerine
Some ears from Vince and 5 dolphins
Your crayons red and nitrous oxide
A nonsensical statement in which we can hide
I even found your paraffin wax
And Justin Nuendo gets the axe  
I'm all packed up and ready to invest
The useless clues left for the Big Box quest

~Juliet



Romeo, Romeo, where fart art thou

[This message has been edited by Lady in Red (edited 03-31-2001).]

Dark Angel
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17 posted 2001-04-01 07:25 AM


Into my library you go  

had to have another read

Maree

Dr.Moose1
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18 posted 2001-04-01 11:27 AM


When Andrew's in the kithchen with red
If your nose get's to twitchin' instead
you should just let them be
'cause curiosity
killed the cat in the vat went his head !

Let this rhyme be a lesson to you
Don't barge in the polite thing to do
is knockwurst , I mean first
or you'd better be versed
how to swim in a kettle of stew !

Knock knock , hey are you decent in there ?
Looks like you could both use some fresh air
Pour that goo down the sink
Man that stuff really stinks !
'less I'm nuts smells of butts and burnt hair !

Let's go down and check out the East wing
You remember that place don't ya " King "
You too " Red " though it's said
that it's all in our heads
maybe that's where the rest are hiding ...

Justin N. good to see you again
been so long I don't remember when
We last met but worse yet
I'd be willing to bet
you don't either now do you my friend ?

You ask " Why are you talking that way ? "
" It's annoying at best  " so you say
Caught it in the workshop
End of March it should stop
Good thing that happened just yesterday !

[This message has been edited by Dr.Moose1 (edited 04-01-2001).]

nicolette
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Posts 42
St. Paul, Minnesota
19 posted 2001-04-01 06:58 PM


This was a great read....very emotional and powerful.  The visuals were super.  I look forward to reading more.

Justin Nuendo
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since 2000-02-05
Posts 86
Ozzz
20 posted 2001-04-02 04:43 PM


OMG Doc ya talk like a loon
What ye take? Was it gas from balloon?
Now ya look like blowfish
And  ya talk gibberish
Best ya kick off that habit real soon!

Or must I call the Lady in White?
She will strap ya in jacket of fright
Play with shock therapy
Crachet's Rubber Specialty
And yer soon play new game: Seek-yer-Hide!

Holy Moose, Doc! Tha' got me brain twisted! Yea... felt good tho'! Thanks!  


Ah thanks m'lady! Ya found me axe! Thought I lost it when me cousin used it for somethin' shining.  

[This message has been edited by Justin Nuendo (edited 04-02-2001).]

Dr.Moose1
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21 posted 2001-04-02 05:43 PM


Let's steal away under the stars
that paint the heavens with their light
No more to dwell in shades of Gray
reclaim this day en-prismed sight

As peacocks fan glorious hue
Magenta folds envelope thee
Purple , Cyan , Cerulean Blue
from Black and White once more are freed

'till blushes Pink a Rose at dawn
outside these sterile marbled floors
no Violets shrink as glow meets lawn
glimpsed through the glass lined corridors

An ocean Green that undulates
o'er hills into infinity
Burnt Umber-wood topped Forest Green
beheld in pristene majesty

A-light in purest rays of Gold
though distanced by steel and cement
Ethereal columns catch and hold
the eye in instant's wonderment

And guard this moment jealously
of you and I who often took
the more for it knows scarcity
now granted , have another look

Diminished though capacity
maybe for child's sense of awe
Re-colored your reality's
cold winds may not seem quite as raw.

[This message has been edited by Dr.Moose1 (edited 04-02-2001).]

Andrew Scott
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Redlands,CA,USA
22 posted 2001-04-03 12:58 PM


I heard the Head talk down in the stew
And the Head spoke of what we must do
“Go right to the East Wing”
“Where once you were Stute King”
“There the Big Box does sing for King ture.”

But first head says you must take a drink
No matter how bad the stew does stink
Think of it as Shirley
A gin-tonic swirly
And together we surly will shrink

So cheers my dear, here’s to getting small
To finding the Big Box down East Hall
To Alice in Wonder
To the land down under
Man this stuff reeks utter, like Doc’s stall!

Curiouser and curiouser….

Diminutive stature we two are
I wish we had Stuart Little’s car
To get to the East Wing
Will take us way past spring
I don’t know how we’ll wing it that far?

Hey Red! Look! There’s a Coyote hide.
Say Wild E. can we hitch a ride?
We’re headed toward East
And if you’re a nice beast
A road runner feast we will provide!

What say you Wild E. Coyote?
We promise not to bite like a flea
We’ll just grab your collar
Hold on tight and holler
Hi-Yo Coyote! – Away we three!

Andrew Scott
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23 posted 2001-04-03 07:02 PM


To those of you not IN the Stute... I wish to say thank you for stopping by and taking the time to read and write...

Nicolette
Dark Angel
Irish Rose
Pegasus III

Thank you all, you are most kind... I hope that the Lady, Doc, Justin N and I haven't been to much of a disturbance.  We're all quite harmless... and should any of you feel adversely effected by our little story of craziness... well then you are most welcomed to join.  Although I must warn you that the others will try to change your name to protect your innocence.  Me?  I was never innocent... I’m as guilty as they come!    Again, my thanks to all.  Peace!

coyote
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24 posted 2001-04-03 07:34 PM


I dropped in too.
Just smelled the stew.
Dogs noses are different, homes?
(I prefer chicken?)
But I can't stay,
no time to play,
enough traps to dodge for bones.
My hair is full of fleas you see,
so "Starship Troopers" ye may be,
if'n you hitch a ride,
on this here hide.
I'll cause a stir, in your wing I'm sure,
as I sally forth in earnest,
but that Cratchet Witch could pull the switch,
and I might end up in the furnace!
(On brain drain that is!)
So it's out the door,
and across the lawn,
with a hearty homeless howl,
for Wild E. here,
shall not stay long,
in a 'stute that smells not "fowl".

Thanks anyway, Andrew, maybe I'll be back?. Peace.  

"The only thing new in the world, is the history we don't know."
Harry S. Truman

[This message has been edited by coyote (edited 04-03-2001).]

E.Fudd
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25 posted 2001-04-03 07:46 PM


Test
E.Fudd
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since 1999-11-03
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Dolgeville, N.Y.U.S.
26 posted 2001-04-03 07:55 PM


Aw wight you whackos wet me in
Wubber wooms I wealwy wike
C'mon you guys don't waugh at me
my dubba-yews and ells awike

Onwy make me who I am
Now that don't make me bad you see
I pwomise you I will behave
Won't you take me pwetty pwease ?

All that stuff I said 'bout Doc
No one bewieved me anyway
Not because it wasn't twue
And there's more , I cannot say

Perhaps if you'll take me awong
We'll find out what a fwaud he is
And then I'll sing my wittle song
You'll wike it wots much more than his !

Andrew Scott
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Posts 2558
Redlands,CA,USA
27 posted 2001-04-03 07:55 PM


TEST!  What Test?  Nobody said anything about a TEST!  Damn that Spud, throwing a test at a time like this!  Anybody got a number two crayon?... Thanks Red... Ok... first answer is "C"... "R"... "A"... "Z"... "Y"...

Ahhhhh... no more... No More... NO MORE!. I can't take tests!  Quick Red... to the east wing... looks like Wild E. ain't up for a ride and Spud is trying to make us take a test.  

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Dr.Moose1
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28 posted 2001-04-04 04:34 PM


Who is this head says I must drink
this vile goo that you have brewed ?
Of race from Easter Isle extinct ,
and if so when did he tell you ?

No matter I shall raise to lips
odius mixture anyhow
thought most assuredly it is
not fit for man , nor moose , nor cow !

The deed is done gone down the hatch
a bit hirsute not quite to taste
but bring some of that putrid batch
along for there's no time to waste !

I hear faint drum-beats from the East
let's wing it there without delay
for music soothes the savage Beast-
ie Boys is what I always say .

Andrew Scott
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Posts 2558
Redlands,CA,USA
29 posted 2001-04-04 08:02 PM


Run run as fast as you can… you can’t catch me… I’m the Crayon King Man!
I’ve run away from test givin’ spud Fudd… a talking head in the pan…
And I’m runnin’ for the ‘Stute East Wing, yes in deed I am.
Run run as fast as you can… you can’t catch me… I’m the Crayon King Man!

Hey hey Doc Moose I see you’ve had a taste
Of that foul head-cheese soup turned goo-stew paste
Glad you’all got small with the rest of us
By chance bring the magical silly bus?

We tried a ride hitched with the Coyote
But Wild E. howled “Nay” to the peyote
Then Fudd threw a spud with this big ol’ TEST!
Right in the middle of our Big Box quest.

So we’re on the run, headed for the wing
The one to the East where once I was king
We’re hip to the beat of that big base sound
Perhaps we’ll find it in the lost and found

Runnin’ down the hall, runnin’ down the wing
Runnin’ for the sound of the Big Box thing
Lookin’ left and right, lookin’ high and low
Perhaps we’ll find it and put on a show

…. Hey Doc!  Where did you get all those nifty gold chains and hip stylin’ gym clothes?  Are those Nike’s you’re wearin’? Man you’re fly for a Moose.  I’m gonna have to get me some threads like that! Cause that’s PHAT! And Red!  Dang girl! Dem’ sequin hip huggers are slim shady! Word!

Lady in Red
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since 2000-02-16
Posts 147

30 posted 2001-04-05 05:41 PM


You don't like tests? I'd love a test
Drive in the newest Chevrolet
In colours red... and red... and red
Instead of running all the way

Perhaps a test flight in a Jet
Could get us East real quick
But then the test pilot I'm told
Looks like Nurse C. on her broomstick

Not even Dinky Toys in sight
Instead a pair of sneakers red
So run we must from Mini Moose
And Mr. Mashed Potato Head

East Wing... East Wing... where fart art thou?
You never were this far away!
These small red feet shall take me to
The place we used to swing and sway

Oh goodie look we've made it dear
There is the pile of dirty socks
We kept for future gooey stew
And yes we found the 'Stute's Juke Box!

It sure looks mighty huge from here
The Big Box from the Mini Moose?
I see a trail of destruction...
Justin Jailhouse Rock abuse!

C'mon my dear, let's rock the house
I see an entrance at the side
Until da Moose has smashed da Spud
Inside this Juke Box we must hide

"It's now or never...'cause Red won't wait...
surfing the jingles... and swing and sway...
Tomorrow we'll be Moose bait...
It's now or never... it's not too late"

Romeo, Romeo, where fart art thou


Dr.Moose1
Member Elite
since 1999-09-05
Posts 3448
Bewilderment , USA
31 posted 2001-04-06 10:36 AM


My tiny hooves just can't keep up
to Drew and Red , falling behind ,
and Fudd's attacked acrostic'ly ,
that evil midget master-mind !

What can I do in such a state ,
that is to say , diminutive ,
'tis said that he who hesitates
is lost , so I'm not going to give

an inch , you hear me well E. Fudd
I've not forgotten how to play
so read these words below and get
just scram , vamoose , be on your way !

  Sometimes it seems your problems are
  All way too big to solve alone
  You struggle but don't get too far
  Overlooking your funny bone

  Now that's the time to pick it up
  And wield it as a mighty shield
  Right in the face of those like Fudd
  And soon you'll find that they will yield

  For humor is the best defense
  Un-doing even stubborn foes
  Don't bother coming back here Fudd
  Do and I'll mash your potatoes !

Well that should keep him off my back
at least until I find those two
I think they're on the proper track
to find some more of our old crew

Perhaps an Artiste will appear
and paint a picture so we know
which course to take to get from here
to find out where the rest did go .

[This message has been edited by Dr.Moose1 (edited 04-06-2001).]

Justin Nuendo
Member
since 2000-02-05
Posts 86
Ozzz
32 posted 2001-04-06 04:19 PM


Yeah right, forget to take Justin N.
Only member left of Justin Clan
Yo Moose yer head's gone loose again?
'Cause you of all put Clan in pan
We better hits the road. Vamoose!
Get into gallop them mini hooves
After Fudd! Potato Head!
I'll slice ya up then have ye mashed!
Me knows a lot more of spud games
That's what got me the Justin fame
Unless ye tell me the sober truth
Of where ya hid the King's vermouth
Then hop on back of Moose with N.
And see if there's still a Justin Clan
Yoo-hoo... Yoo-hoo... East Wing! Here we go!
Let's hit the Moose, do some voodoo
Now if ya "Deer" will volunteer
Here gallop the three musketeers!


Dr.Moose1
Member Elite
since 1999-09-05
Posts 3448
Bewilderment , USA
33 posted 2001-04-06 10:01 PM


Too crazy this I thought were three
Dear Justin N. please excuse me
You see when things are all this small
I may not know who's here at all

C'mon along by all means fast
We must arrive before has passed
our opportunity to see
the picture big awaits , Merci !

For there-in all shall be revealed
or at least a little part
As Pagans 'fore an idol kneeled
we may behold what's known as " Art "

Exposed , he may give us a clue
but now let's listen to the blues ...

Dr.Moose1
Member Elite
since 1999-09-05
Posts 3448
Bewilderment , USA
34 posted 2001-04-09 04:30 PM


         " Cratchit's Blues "

Ah cain't get my mo-jo workin'
Drew an' Red have gone away
Justin N. lend me a quarter
on thet juke-box I will play

Somethin' slow an' sad and bluesy
if'n ah kin reach that slot
'bout thet scrub suit wearin' floozie
thet we all miss quite alot

There was those who called her Cratchit
an' then some just plain Nurse C.
Had the keys to all the latches
seemed like we'd never git free

But we woke up one fine mornin'
looked around and she wuz gone
Up an' left without a warnin'
leavin us to ramble on

Now I done heard me a rumor
seems like jest the other day
'bout her an' some baby boomer
gettin' caught down in X-ray

They wuz takin' lots of pictures
lookin' at each other's bones
Doing wierd things with their stetho-scopes
while they though they wuz alone

But the 'puter in the x-ray lab
had a brand new digi-cam
Now ol' cratchit who some thought wuz drab
Down-loads more like " Tom and Pam "

Now i ain't sayin' this is true
cuz you know how rumors go
It seems like there's been one or two
around before yanno ?

But then again if she ain't here
no way can she dispute
The blues we sing or who we smear
here in the institute .

Nurse Crachet
Member
since 1999-09-27
Posts 318
They know where I am!
35 posted 2001-04-10 02:27 PM


Doc Moose, who are you kidding there?
You know exactly where I’ve been hiding!
Last I remember the key was to Your lair.

These rumors you’ve presented here,
Distill secrets of another one, not me.
Maybe more so of Lady Red I do fear.

Sounds to me like you’ve all gone small,
Like needles to a pine tree falling fast.
I’m on the road to rescue; I’ll be there in a crawl.

Dr.Moose1
Member Elite
since 1999-09-05
Posts 3448
Bewilderment , USA
36 posted 2001-04-11 04:39 PM


Well i'll be darned this juke-box works
and all it took was one small jerk
on cratchit's chain , or was that trail ?
I've over-looked one huge detail !

At present size a quarter weighs
too much ! another one to raise
presents a high degree of risk
that one of us will slip a disc

or herniate some other part
so maybe it would be real smart
to try to get back to full size ,
" Hey Drew and Red where are you guys ?"

If Cratchit catches us this way
that piper I don't want to pay !
But wait , this is the Institute
just click " Restore " and then re-boot !

But first make sure there's growing room
or this whole thing might go Ka-boom !
Right in our faces once again
" C'mon , let's find them Justin N. "


Andrew Scott
Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558
Redlands,CA,USA
37 posted 2001-04-11 06:09 PM


Well look at that!
The Big Box scene
A giant juke
For King & Queen

Worletser Neon
Gotta dig the sight
Everything in bright strobe
Delusional fever night

In through the out door
That’s the way to go
Follow the white rabbit
With surrealistic pillow

Diggin’ the posters black
Light the psychedelic
Not sure what it says Red
But it’s most angelic

Say Red, slap me a slug
For a forty-five spin
We’ll drop the diamond
Down on some Led Zeppelin

Stairway to Heaven
Yes indeed you are
Between Page and Plant
It ain’t all that far

How about Donovan
With a shade toward mellow
Or a submarine
By that fab four fellow

A blue dressed devil
From Mitch Rider’s hell
Or Red Rubber Ball
From Tommy’s Shondell

There’s that most hip-cat
That hound dog Elvis
Who makes this King
Swivel his pelvis

Hey look! Sam & Dave
Now there’s some Soul Man
And the Brothers Blue
True loons John & Dan

Mamas and Papas
Three Dog Night
Blood Sweat and Tears
Man! This is out of sight!

So many choices
Witch one should I pick?
Just close my eyes
Make two buttons stick

C-4 sounds great!
A real explosive tune
Light My Fire
Mojo will make them swoon

… “Come on baby light my fire”…

coyote
Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 1077

38 posted 2001-04-11 08:24 PM


Dropped in again,
whiffs on the wind.
Smelled mashed potatoes,
(or was it chicken?)
Anyway, I heard the tunes,
"eclipses both the sun and moon",
musta been Dylan, I presume.

Feeling a bit Ferris Beuhler,
so I dropped acid in yer water cooler.
Take a sip, it's orange sunshine,
window pane, 25 or 6-24,
can't make me howl much anymore.

"Some pills make you larger,
Some pills make you small,
and the one's that Cratchit gives you,
don't do anything at all.
Go ask Coyote, when you're ten feet tall."

Smile:
"It's Your Life".
Joke's on you, Barney Fife.
Mr. Wizard, blown away.
Mr. Rogers, make my day?
Doesn't matter anyway!
Water has the "weirding way".
It's electric Perrier?
Oh switch, the Cratchit Witch!!
Somebody drop a house on her!!
See ya, stute suits!!!
Maybe I'll be back.
Drink up?
If ya dare.


"I hate quotes, they suck!"
I.G. Norance


[This message has been edited by coyote (edited 04-11-2001).]

E.Fudd
Junior Member
since 1999-11-03
Posts 38
Dolgeville, N.Y.U.S.
39 posted 2001-04-12 04:02 PM


Make way for Mr. Wile E.
Even I can pwainwy see
Extensive wesearch he has done
Pwepare a wubber woom for one !

Mushwooms have clouded up his bwain
Extwemewy well he has been twained
Ex-gwaduate of Acme U.
Pwob'wy came to catch " One Flew "

Lady in Red
Member
since 2000-02-16
Posts 147

40 posted 2001-04-20 03:12 PM


Oh goodie! I ran into my aunts supremes and they reminded me of an old song they used to sing. They called it "You Can't Hurry Love", but I found a different copy by Uncle Phil right here in the Juke Box: "We Must Find The Clan"... let's swing and sway 'Drew!

We Must Find The Clan

I need craziness to ease my mind
And some solid proof the Clan resigned
And the Doc said

We must find the Clan
No more can we wait
He said, Clan don't come easy
It is a game within the game
Where is Justin Thyme?
Miss Behavin' with Kace?
Let's find us some Justins
No matter how long it takes

How many headaches
Must we stand
Before we find the Clan
And make them write again
We need them Justine Uff
To keeps us hanging on
Without straitjackets
We are just forlorn
But remember Doc said

We must find the Clan
No more we can wait
He said, Clan won't come easy
They play their game of hide and seek
How long must we wait
How much more must we play
It's Justin Conceivable  
They were all in that stew we ate

Now Justin N.
He lives his life alone
And has envisions of a Clan
To call his own
Must he now say goodbye?
Is his Clan now gone?
It's Justin Sanity
That keeps him hanging on
But remember Moose said

We must find the Clan
No, it's never too late
He said, Clan's Justin Famy
They play their game of Justins fake
We must find the Clan
No it's never too late
Just trust on a mean rhyme
No matter how long it takes

Not too late!

The Justin Clan's somewhat hazy
But we keep on waiting
Anticipating
For a sweet voice
Disturb our sleep at night
And some creepy arms
Squeeze Crachet's thigh
We'll keep waiting
Until that day
'Though it ain't easy
No it ain't easy
But the Doc did say

We must find the Clan
No it's never too late!
The Clan's just too lazy
To play the game we love to play
We shall find the Clan
No it's never too late!
Just trust on a mean rhyme
No matter how long it takes



Romeo, Romeo, where fart art thou

[This message has been edited by Lady in Red (edited 04-20-2001).]

Justin Flux
New Member
since 2001-01-15
Posts 9
Global
41 posted 2001-04-20 06:01 PM


In of this Justin clan you seek I am but one small part
Pray tell me why in rhymes you speak to join you I will start
Looking for all my brethren here , I came soon as I heard
That some one put this search in gear , which borders on absurd

Let's see if I have got this straight , in jackets with no sleeves
There used to be lots more of you , you would have us believe
Well I don't buy it , no sirree , your brains are cooked well done
'cause I know there are scads of me , who think there is but one .



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