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Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
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
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
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 |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
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).] |
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Red_Feather Member
since 2001-01-19
Posts 131The Vagabond Sea |
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 |
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coyote Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 1077 |
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." |
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Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
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. |
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Justin Nuendo Member
since 2000-02-05
Posts 86Ozzz |
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! |
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Lady in Red Member
since 2000-02-16
Posts 147 |
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 |
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Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
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!  |
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pegasus111 Member Elite
since 2000-07-27
Posts 2219ocala, fl, usa |
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 |
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Dr.Moose1 Member Elite
since 1999-09-05
Posts 3448Bewilderment , USA |
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).] |
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Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
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.” |
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Justin Nuendo Member
since 2000-02-05
Posts 86Ozzz |
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).] |
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coyote Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 1077 |
"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." |
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Dr.Moose1 Member Elite
since 1999-09-05
Posts 3448Bewilderment , USA |
" 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 ! |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
what a glorious piece, I love color! Kathleen Blake |
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Lady in Red Member
since 2000-02-16
Posts 147 |
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).] |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
Into my library you go had to have another read Maree |
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Dr.Moose1 Member Elite
since 1999-09-05
Posts 3448Bewilderment , USA |
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).] |
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nicolette Junior Member
since 2000-07-30
Posts 42St. Paul, Minnesota |
This was a great read....very emotional and powerful. The visuals were super. I look forward to reading more. |
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Justin Nuendo Member
since 2000-02-05
Posts 86Ozzz |
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).] |
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Dr.Moose1 Member Elite
since 1999-09-05
Posts 3448Bewilderment , USA |
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).] |
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Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
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! |
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Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
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! |
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coyote Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 1077 |
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).] |
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E.Fudd Junior Member
since 1999-11-03
Posts 38Dolgeville, N.Y.U.S. |
Test |
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E.Fudd Junior Member
since 1999-11-03
Posts 38Dolgeville, N.Y.U.S. |
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 ! |
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Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
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. [This message has been edited by Andrew Scott (edited 04-03-2001).] |
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Dr.Moose1 Member Elite
since 1999-09-05
Posts 3448Bewilderment , USA |
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 . |
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Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
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! |
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Lady in Red Member
since 2000-02-16
Posts 147 |
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 |
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Dr.Moose1 Member Elite
since 1999-09-05
Posts 3448Bewilderment , USA |
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).] |
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Justin Nuendo Member
since 2000-02-05
Posts 86Ozzz |
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! |
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Dr.Moose1 Member Elite
since 1999-09-05
Posts 3448Bewilderment , USA |
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 ... |
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Dr.Moose1 Member Elite
since 1999-09-05
Posts 3448Bewilderment , USA |
" 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 . |
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Nurse Crachet Member
since 1999-09-27
Posts 318They know where I am! |
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. |
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Dr.Moose1 Member Elite
since 1999-09-05
Posts 3448Bewilderment , USA |
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. " |
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Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
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”… |
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coyote Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 1077 |
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).] |
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E.Fudd Junior Member
since 1999-11-03
Posts 38Dolgeville, N.Y.U.S. |
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 " |
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Lady in Red Member
since 2000-02-16
Posts 147 |
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).] |
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Justin Flux New Member
since 2001-01-15
Posts 9Global |
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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