Of Memories Unearthed, Pt. I: Brown Dwarves on Mushrooms and Other Dead Things

Once upon a time, when everything was younger, someone wanted to try my special dish of Pure Honesty™

… To Maria

Oh any time! Though I must warn you, it is sour, with a hint of colourless mushroom clouds, dream-shaped cheese and anti-viruses, best served dead with hollow raven heads and sliced brown dwarves (23-33 Mj is recommended)… Enjoy!

H.Q.
10th Aug 2011

What she replied with, is something that I no longer remember, but what I know is, it was so bright it lit a spark inside a once-infertile mind, and these lines were born:

But the sliced brown dwarves said nothing,
for they were sliced, and they were cold…
And the mistletoe is no more;
as The Grinch stole her sanity with a bat’s spinal cord…

Thus here I wait, with a box that ain’t mine,
a key that ain’t hers and an elf that ain’t there,
we look at each other and laugh as one,
for we just did what’s never been done!

The old gnome smiles, his name was “Answer”,
he loved to raise elks, he’s a hell of a dancer!
He solved the quiz and opened the box,
he didn’t need a key for he’s half an ox!

But then it happened, the secret was revealed!
The bats went slaying, their wounds cannot be healed!
I screamed and begged for the mercy of the Master,
but he just flew as he blasted into laughter!

“Oh Lord of Bats, ye Harbinger of Sin,
can’t ya save Vesper and save her elven-kin!?”…
“HOHOO HELL NO!” he jawed from outer space
“YER ON YOUR OWN, SO SHUT YER UGLY FACE!”…

So here I lie, split in half and shattered,
my blood runs dry as I think of what he’s muttered;
could it be true? Or does it really matter!?
Is it just ma face? Or am I gettin’ fatter!!

The answer to this troubling quest,
shalt not be known to man or beast,
for the jolly “Answer” ain’t no more
than half a gnome and half a feast…

H.Q.
22:40
2011 Aug 12

A Gross-mass Carol

Jungle kills jungle kills jungles all the way
Tigers, snakes, lizards and apes, crocodiles night and day! HEY!!
Jungle kills jungle kills jungles all the way
Bring your gun, it’s no fun! No, I don’t want to stayyyyy!

Cannibals all night long, are singing tribal songs
They won’t let you go but they might let you feel the prongs! HEY!

Jungle kills jungle kills jungles all the way
‘You’re dead now’ says the crow, and drags me on the sleigh!

H.Q.
19:55
Sat. 18th Dec. 2010

Lunch Songs: Song 01 – A Lullaby for the Starving Soul…

When hunger strikes, our heads go blank
And so do our souls
Our eyes get filled with blackened spots
Our minds get filled with holes

So when the time ticks one, my friends
And hunger strikes again
We all shall move at once, outside
these concrete walls of pain

So what’d you say? Shall we stay here?
Or shall we go to feast
’cause I still have some work to do…
Let’s feed these little Beasts!!!!

H.Q.
Mon@12:39
22, Feb. 2010

action impact, freedom, hunger, lunch, pain, starvation

And Still I Blog…

Stalactite, stalagmite
A Thousand cars I see tonight
I wish I may, I wish I June
Get some sleep this afternoon

I have some coke, which now I drink
I sit alone, I write and think
that this laptop is a bit too hot
so what’d you say? Shut down or not?

If I shut down, then wait I must
Too much old work must I adjust
Too late I am, bored and homesick
Ten meters far, sits Chinese chick

She looks so sweet in white and beige
She seems to be twenty five in age
She reads some stuff, then writes some things
“Give me Red Bull, it gives me wings!!!”

Well now my friends, I have to leave
not much to say, so I believe
I post this post, and out I log
so hope you’ll like to check my Blog 🙂

H.Q.
20:05
Wednesday
March 19, 2008