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A maple leaf falls gently in the tornado... Dan Quayle spelling out "potatoe^H"... She cleaned my barrel, I cleaned her stock... ... in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock. A figment dragon wiping splut clean... A strand of raven shiny hair... A daemon in polka-dot underwear... ... in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock. Give blind Rats dancing about a fern... Skinner laughing in his turn... Questing to find yet another lost sock... ... in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock. A rippling pool, reflecting moonlight... Visions dancing on the edge of sight... Ghostly visages come with nary a knock... ... in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock. The crack of a kneecap in the steel-cold town... A shadowy cat lapping up blood like cream... While the moon grows full with the sea... ... in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock. But whom the Gepetto pulling... Is it a dark and blasphemous thing... Or simply a bowl of pudding... ...in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock. A King's nose forever grows... And all the while, poets too shy to sing... And all but Revoker find pies to fling amuck... ... in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock. While Mountain Men hammer yards of wire... The liquid gurgles, the Lurkers post... We drink and we drink and we drink and they duck... ...In the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock. But where have all the Camels gone... Young Dragons married them everyone... Leaving poor Ibn alone with no fun ... ...in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock. Kangaroos aren't usually dangerous, but that would never do... Bounding faster than a Wizzard can run... Remember, though, that the head start is good... ... in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock. An ancient city, lost to history... Camels and fish roam it's cold, rotten streets... And a Seeker floats through the water... ... in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock. The Brat Child cries "Yes! Yes!"... And is quickly detained by Britannia's finest ... Who seal him into a prison timeless... ... in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock. Searching for the meaning of Mao... In repetition of verse, enlightenment or curse... Following in the footsteps of the sailor's dock...> ... In the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock. By night and day, despite rain and hail... The pizza delivery never do fail... Delivery is certain despite weather and Winsock... ... In the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock. For I spent all the youth from my life's fountain... I'm cold and I'm jaded, with no purpose in life... For my they have trembled and erupted once to many... ... in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock. Can all be controlled with the use of a whip... Spare the whip and foil the Musashi... The sadist laughs at the masochist's plight... ... In the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock. All I get from the date is one pure little kiss... Lip to lip, but where and which... That's what fills dirty mind of an old weathered man... ... In the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock. Hold on tight, or you may just come to fall... The wizard completes the final incantation... And gasps as the magic flows forth... ... In the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock. Ripples flow outwards, shimmering through the Void... That's what happens when you overdose on Pink Floyd... The spell collapses and down come the Towers... ... in the Misty Ruins of the Ivory Peacock. For the place of my date has just fallen from sight... Can someone rescue me from my misery and fright? Sadly 'tis Musashi that crawls from behind a rock... ... in the Misty Ruins of the Ivory Peacock. Camel meets another, expect a wedding tomorrow... One sure bet can be made: there'll be funeral tomorrow... As Mushie downs yet another plate of mints... ... in the Misty Ruins of the Ivory Peacock. A sinister dude on a big golden camel... With a striking resemblance to the wrinkled Mark Hamil... Followed by a Sith wearing black to his socks... ... in the Misty Ruins of the Ivory Peacock. A Trio of sexual pleasure... Seeking Musashi's coveted erotic treasure... Though not really his; he is merely their Guardian... ... in the Misty Ruins of the Ivory Peacock. They melt in his mind, and not in his hands... Someone pushes him in, his flesh boils, he screams... As he feels the shuddering jolt of a Title lost... ... in the Misty Ruins of the Ivory Peacock. Less than that so far because some don't want to be basted... And the fragged dudes in Quake, 'pon the walls they were pasted... There was so much blood around you almost could taste it... ... in the Misty Ruins of the Ivory Peacock. If his shape matched his true self, he'd look like a bum... After a week's worth of minting, this description certainly matches someone... But in such descriptions I put no stock... ... in the Misty Ruins of the Ivory Peacock. As the Brat Child had thoughts about some young, fresh... The ogres gnawed upon the lips... As a voice chants "In Mani Corp"... ... in the Misty Ruins of the Ivory Peacock. When one is female; for guys things are just swell... I like to sit and listen, to the old man tell his tale... His voice is so frail, brain cells running amock... ... in the Misty Ruins of the Ivory Peacock. On the day that EA Ultima IX doth send... Alas, this fair time may not come at all... Till time itself do come to a stop... ...in the Misty Ruins of the Ivory Peacock. Musashi will straighten, pies remain unflung... This, dear children, is what they call fun: Twisting everything written by everyone...> ... in the Misty Ruins of the Ivory Peacock. And the Avatar falls as Big G opens his fist... And fundies complain at the five-pointed star thar whist... The fetted undies add a nice twist... ... in the Misty Ruins of the Ivory Peacock. To the Pagan seas to be eaten by big fish... No, no, he's just a jolly big elf! As the Stranger falls and falls... ... in the Misty Ruins of the Ivory Peacock. No friends and no Virtues, nowhere to flee... A dying land, reflecting plans for Britannia... The second land's savior, the first's destroyer ... in the Misty Ruins of the Ivory Peacock. The complexity of Linux sounds really big... Ah, but a sound is not a Truth; it is less than win... The visibility is the difference; visibility and control... ... in the Misty Ruins of the Ivory Peacock. The install of Windows can easily be left for dead... But quirks can be learned and avoided... By those willing to be annoyed... ... in the Misty Ruins of the Ivory Peacock. This topic must give trolls the pip... What's more boring, I ask, than those technical talks?? Ahh, the innocence of those who have not seen Differential Equations... ... in the Misty Ruins of the Ivory Peacock. A handy way to disect all things quantitative... Yet E=mc^2 proves that it's all relative... The mathman's equations all seem to rock... ... in the Misty Ruins of the Ivory Peacock. Some lipstick and rouge applied later on... Layer upon layer now make thy mark... Thine word is enough for me; I've never done that... ... in the Misty Ruins of the Ivory Peacock. Sneaking a glimpse of a *Silver* *Satin* *Nightgown*... To see the sight the stones jump up off the ground... As the soft silvery cloth falls without a sound... ... in the Misty Ruins of the R Rated Peacock. The only time you smiled at me was in my lonely dream... And when you weren't looking, fool heart to take no risk... But such a risk it is; how hard it is to speak first... ... in the Misty Ruins of the R Rated Peacock. None knowing her words belie her own cage... Left over sentiments, long forgotten rage... Left to bubble internally blocked ... in the Misty Ruins of the Ivory Peacock. Tersely toppled, the artist's own pecadillos... Silver cats dig their claws in Shamino's left thigh... As Companions dwindle we can only ask . . . why? ... in the Misty Ruins of the Ivory Peacock. Savouring each motion, making the liaison last... As the old creaky piano plays "Stones" really fast... And the cats moan in tune to the piano's ballast ... in the Misty Ruins of the Ivory Peacock. A cloud of green fire burns in the sky... Streetcorner prophets say tis time to die... But they are actually four years late... ... in the Misty Ruins of the Ivory Peacock. Not a dog, a featureless white blob... Paulon! I never knew you had an ATI card... Nay, just a D3D that's far too old... ... in the Misty Ruins of the Ivory Peacock. My sympathies, the thought leaves me cold... More treasured than silver, more precious than gold... Which, as we all know, makes weapons that fold... ... in the Misty Ruins of the Ivory Peacock. Because the association was weaker than either... For, paid in either, the pizza guy delivers... And much, much faster than the DE... ... in the Misty Ruins of the Ivory Peacock. And them within tremble before the bloody claws... But Blackthorn is exiled through a red Moongate... This man's final fate U9 shall unlock... ...in the Misty Ruins of the Ivory Peacock. Blasted by a coot with a grey head... A dagger holds the curtains tight... A whispered word the ruler's blight... ...in the Misty Ruins of the Ivory Peacock. Cloaking around the pair of lovers, asleep in embrace... Content merely to be together, not actually doing anything... From Musashi, that line's a disgrace... ...in the Misty Ruins of the Ivory Peacock. When Depravity is the norm, one must find new shock value.. Actually, probably not; the true Guru already has the perfect kernel...
He was born on the night of fire and noise... Wobbly men and spinning tops whirl around the square... Curiously crowned cranberries cry for a cure... As our contestants compete with double the stakes... Surely there must be some sort of Granite Teacup... All the towers of ivory are crumbling... A new passage is uncovered... OOOO! A Title New... A sound of thunder sends the storm clouds tumbling... Why is it always me who has to... Furry yellow balls shall be flying no more... What an interesting way to test this is... With weeds growing out of his unwashed ears... When replying makes my Netscape crash... Another tower to be seen... I should go and fix the other... So up I went..... The other thread's longer; we have to catch up! No computer and TV makes Nicoli go mad... So sorry, Mother dear; would some other amusements suit your mood... From the highest tree, the Peacock screams aloud... A menacing chuckle surprises the group... Echoes bounce from the Tower walls... "MAO!"... All is Mao; All Mao is one... Why must every question have an answer? Though some have it figured, so it can't be too bad... Check for new posts; talk to our friends... Why all the innuendo? The sky is falling! The sky is falling... Why a female chicken... A big red-white plane is hit by the lightning... The supernovae keep on spinning... A plane swoops by, dropping flea powder... Some fleas jump after the flying contraption... And so the Ristorante opens again... Downing the juice of gnats... Near the dungeon of Despise lives a dim-witted blonde... No, I won't chase you... Last I heard, it varied weekly... And BTW, I'm a brunette... Whew, finally all together once more... City of Passion, city of Love... To Control yourself takes Courage in the face of the Truth... On a none too distant shore... Twinkle, twinkle, silver ankh... I PRAY you don't hear me rant... No time to relax, nor even merely to catch up... Yummy fish are annoying to catch... The current crisis has been completed... In a land of yore a mighty daemon raged... I should probably try to rhyme one day... You won't enjoy the gothic look... If you enjoy icecream and chocolate on top of dried "thing" skin... A pirate is walking on the planks... Image shift and none too soon ... By the Shrine of Compassion, a maid gently weeps... Seldom a dull moment when a Dragon you are... As ages pass, age slips away... Shall we keep the Spammers at bay? My shadow haunts me with silent reproach... Twisted comics, as we prance and frolic... Come, and be choked in my deadly embrace... And so one more Dragon learns the secrets of Morph... Plots wither and threads sicken... Running through mountains, seeking Freedom.. "Bring out your dead," call of the plague wagons... Thud-THUD. Thud-THUD. Thud-THUD... "WHY DO WE HAVE TO PUT UP WITH THIS CRUD?!" Work for me and the resurrections are free... Cannon fodder redshirt extras... The penguin hordes start to charge... The virus like thread extends into the udic.... The phoenix does rise from its funeral pyre... A web of threads arises from a plot... Firebirds take wing each year... And in lost libraries destined to rot? Yesterday, I just ate at Burger King.... Mention GSD can become a man... Strange we are, and Strangers too... Easter eggs in abundance... I vaporised the cadmium and snorted it up, oh yum yum... Mayhap it's time for a visit to Desolation Row... All this rhyming sounds like nursery songs... ass.c:112: warning: int format, long int arg (arg 2)... Silence is a fickle thing, old days of yore do tell... A new game begins as we sip the sunset... Whither the wind takes me, I know not... What do you wish for, Maiden of Cove? Music fills all time... A true bard never loses track of the measure... A new semester started, courses anew... Never forgotten, merely late... Unjust accusations are flying once more... We wandered through quiet lands... As the land doth fade and plague winds blow... A time has come to make amends... Who makes the viruses that come and go? Birthdays aren't much fun alone... Dancing on clouds the trail continues... A lone lovely mermaid asleep on the shore... Guggo is not the cure for the World's Pain... Part of the solution, or part of the problem... Shadows cling to the Tower walls... Hidden amongst wet squelchy ground... Clap your hands everybody... Ever vigilant, at his Master's side... Two Dragons create stories out of thin air... Dampened bravado of crestfallen drakes... To the top of the hill, to the end of the hall! My minds a blank when it comes to new stories.... In the Weyrmount of the future, it is difficult to concentrate...
Far away, a wolf howls... A Britannian beauty is staring with love... A short ugly man at the head of the state... Slrn! Oh text! Oh, oh, oh... I just noticed my intro is not... The latest stanza gives way to innuendo... There comes a time when the roses must die... From winter comes spring, life come again... The English are evil, says Hollywood... I'll just have an orange juice, thank you... Thousands of times per second, little things move... Researching new ways of walking... The voices came back last night... Sometimes I get scared during the day... His training is good, but not yet through.. Some people just don't seem to be able to understand... A different sand, in hourglasses... Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick... The CIA broke into my house... I don't think this is *really* bottled water... Bubble, bubble, toil and trouble... So who was father to the Brat? I cast the letters one per time til hell and heavn hear the chime... You can explore a new world, for only three gold... Nethack is better then Ultima, I say.... I had found an ideal home in your arms... Do androids dream of electric sheep? Who wants cheesecake? My treat!... Pants are for losers, or so I think.... From the shadows, his Apprentice glowers... Yippee! *Yoinks* again... Animated Barbie singing songs of love and fluff... Stanzas form, one after another... A scratched record gains no audience, so they say... Time is short, but words are shorter... This is neither beginning nor end... When starting campaign of oppression and horror... 'Delenda est Carthago' said Cato... Form follows function... As time passes, one waits for a return... I really don't like the rain... The carriage long ago departed the ward... Noose to neck and back to front... Oranges and Lemons... One ring to rule them all... Most come for glory, but leave in disgrace... Brothers together swapping tales... Eh capuucio woosa modda you? Lost all inspiration for creation... At last he returns, and brings promise of a Story. Hero seduced by the golden-haired witch... I do not crave happiness; I'm praying for peace... When dragons departed from this world of science... The Avatar steals, the Avatar pries... In my mind, a little spark still glows... A soul so lovely puts the flowers to shame... "TO YOUR POSTS!" the old veteran shouted... Prophecy comes, are you ready to meet it? Strangeness galore in the old posts of yore... Options close and options open... New century's here at last... The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out... The remora is seldom reassuring company... Overly late and delayed again... Beginnings rolls on slowly, two hands posting... I ate a granola bar... All hail Dracos, this year's Champion! To sleep, perchance to dream, he sayeth.... Come out as ashes, and join with a Serpent. Some people favour money, some people treasure love... I could not use the long line because of my nervous nature... A Harem with Chainsaws is soon in the chase... Sans CHaiNSaW and Po-THEED, the Don reigns unchallenged... Lumina's job search is a little iffy. Sun evades and rain pours down... Here comes the rain again, falling on my head like a mammary... The time comes for the final battle! (Ref.: ANAOD2) Cut from the cloth of change... Realms or Grey, but both are Wild... Factions plot, and chaos ensues... Will ANAOD2 continue to prosper? Each Peacock Tower progresses at its own rate... He asks your name and profession, then bids you farewell... Heck no, sayeth I; we're still going full force... No, not the Beast, please, anything but THAT! TNET survives after many a stall... |
A maple leaf falls gently in the tornado... It was a dark and stormy night, suddenly a shot rang out BUNNIES! I SNORT THE NOSE! BANANNA! BANANNA! said I, as the shot rang in my head like a tongue of death . Looking for sandwich with mushrooms and jelly... Said the Camel as she slowly sat... Piece of Carpet's body fat blocked... ...in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock The lemming hearted hordes, running ever faster to the shore... Paladin of the OTHNET, looking too hard for fun... But Lo! While Evil Lurks... ... in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock. Said "'Twas before the Penguin sold me that Slurpee."... Now I'm stuck in an unstable world of red hats ... Undergraduate Application... ...in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock. That drugs and porn is finally free? Only with the help of Gov. Jesse... Her mousepad is burning, her china is broke... ... in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock. Foresight, hindsight over cider is mulled... Behind heavy hearts, our dreaminess lulled... Endless revisions, in the eyes of the hawk... ...in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock. The mind boggles; Mao is on the brain... And gave birth to an Intellivision teenage riot... The broken ship sailed into drydock ...in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock. Where the wind whistles jagged notes from the harp... Ice shards are blown, stripped from the rocks... And the yeti huddles inside his woolen frock... ...in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock. With a strap of chalcedony and bedecked in rubies grand... Within a nimbus of Magic, burning so bright... An Icicle dances to an Unholy clock... ... in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock. King again awakens, scream cuts through the halls... Once more does the enfeebled Champion step through... To be struck down by flames upon a lonely rock... ... in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock. To defeat dark foes who evil doth wreak... The quest of forever and of a day... Lasts for but a hex-edit... ... in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock. Once in a while, the 'mountains' 'rain' up... A maiden has put on her black velvet gown... The lack of leather makes the Brat Child frown... ...in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock. Or Grannt, or Gantt, or Grantt... A chill on your neck when a ghost passes by... Death come for all with nary a knock... ... in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock. The skeletons roam at the place of shipwreck.. Always repeated though no change in effect... The same whilst changing with the hands of the Clock... ... in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock. Iolo's bolts hit his friends, hard, with meaty thunks... Indifferent travellers, with nothing better to do... Gather round the campfire, make stew with beef stock... ... in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock. Three principle corruptions banished with their names... The Stranger, Amsereth, freed them for his games... And perished painfully, the blood sucked from his veins... ... in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock. The pleasure is in getting, not in giving... Across the void, across the Barrier... Endless scheming plots are rife... ... in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock. Sun comes out, recovering from it's fright. Chill wind banished, once more in flight... Everything is alright, there's no reason to shock... ... in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock... A joy in his eyes as he swallows a humburger... A pain in his guts as he discovers it was mad meat... Let us join the Brits with the Mantra of Compassion... ... in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock. And spent all her nights filled with meaningless f^HMUCKing... We hope she can say she enjoyed the nights... For Musashi's cameras enjoyed the sights... ... in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock. A bucket or an old boot should end that noisy song... Or you can relocate if it goes on too long... To get away from that Tomcat's nasty pong... ... in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock. Though only eight at once... In each place a magic reflection lies... A Daemon cries, as he crashes the rock... ... in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock. Yet 'tis Sunday, for catching up on flamebait's roastings... *Gasp* Pauly is wrong, yet again! It is but 3 PM on Saturday... (For your day to catch up, on flamebait's roasting, perhaps Monday might be better)... ... in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock. And the Radiant Dragon stands there not batting an eye... Waiting for a tale of Strangers to end... Waiting for the Avatar to finally ascend... ...in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock... Long awaiting dragons twitch til they blur... As they run their fingers through their kitties' cute fur... As long as no one runs, everyone will concur... ...in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock. Upright and proud, unspent by cataclysms... There is no greater fun than good old masochism... Whatever scores your flesh, Spock ... in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock. To see a cat and a sparrow... Playing chess and whinging... As the spoon digs a hole for itself... ... in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock.
Never knowing the one; the latest popular flavour... Denim mini-skirts have gone out of favour... But leather is always in style... ... in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock. as the Avatar's fate is to be Ascended. Again in Britannia we shall never be stranded... Alas, our precious Companions have been disbanded... ... in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock. Friends die, lovers go, life is shallow and rotten... But time passes, spring returns, and new people become close and dear... Words of friendship spoken for all to hear... ... in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock. Perhaps it is time he was put out to pasture... To take the place of his horse... Because I killed it, of course... ... in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock Who just lost his last coin to a young insolent blighter... His capacity doth not match his dead Paladin friend... He has no strength of spirit, nor strength in his hands... ... in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock... Like the meaning of Mao, we have no way of knowing... As long as it's fun, it shall be healthy and glowing... And twitching and straightening and growing... ... in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock. Ahh, a wiggler, I see... Better him than me... Why? It's fun; gets the juices flowing... ... in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock. Feeling the wrath of a history gone missing... Missing the laughter, hugging and kissing... And the Companionship of the Seventh tale... ... in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock. Mona Ogg's teeth follow me into the hall... Mona Moni music is so horrible dull... Mahna Mahna is a monster of a Muppet call... ... in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock. The drunken penguin hummed waving a keg of beer... But I took the Magebane, and that he held most dear... And a horde of angry penguins is something to fear... ... in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock. The bed's clean and fresh, though the bedroom is freezing... And I've been practicing Ves Nudi, til I was no longer queasy... Of course we all know that casters of that spell are "easy"... ... in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock. But the second Squashes should be before 'mas... Without a new Voodoo, people move 'round like slugs... For some a TNT makes them think that speed was 'Vas'... ... in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock. And then have its toys sold at the twin golden arch... Such treatment of fans makes me scream "Bloody fudge!" 'Cause my transforming Avatar figure refuses to budge... ... in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock. You can count 'em, I dare you to... 193 on the webpage, I find... But it matches not with the posts in rgcud... ... in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock. A call to arms: the Peacock is dying... I've been waiting, waiting and sighing... Words of love spoken for all to hear... ... in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock... Lewd crude Avatar, might as well be Jack Benny... Where is that charming girl from U7... Sacrificed by movies and sent to gamers heaven... ... in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock... No movies, no voices, no 3D... But then the 'Raider would look better... And for Origin the looks are all... ... in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock... Beside streams where the cool waters flow... And the warmth of the sunshine glow... Tickled gently as the zephyrs blow... ... in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock. The two move closer together... They stare at each other, face to face... with an almost trollish grace... ... in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock. Ignoring a nearby sideways glance... Lost in each other's eyes... They fail to see the incoming pies... *SPLUT!* ... in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock. Console yourself with tons of cream... Remember you're always free to dream... Just don't slip on that lump of butter... ... in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock. Yet 'tis better just dreams than never meeting... But such dreams keep one from going out and greeting; And in the end it is only themselves they'll be beating... ... In the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock. What does my cat dream of, I'm asking myself... After many disappointments, bitterness comes... Why trash is so popular, while brilliance fails? The Pirate Captain shows much Honesty... Another Stanza, another beginning... And who comes here to wish me well... Good to see a regular return... For some reason the date of Oct. 17 sticks in my mind.. Musashi looked but did not find... What Index is dated, I pray for your patience... Bubbac II Dragon Scurries for cover... Those who are rich and whose troubles are few... Twas the mints which he paid for... *Crunch* *Crunch* they go, as Mushie savours and swallows... Why indeed; Number Theory awaits... Where are we going, and where have we gone? "The time has come to 'Sput:)' new Dragons!:)" "We hear ya!:)" the trio exclaims... What happened to rhythm, what happened to theme? Another split in the tale, not good at all... Fire has died, leaving hot glowing embers... EW!!! I'm just waiting for Musashi's response to this one!!! A wiggly creature, burrowing deep within... They feast upon the rotted flesh... Madness and Isolation, the fate of Johne... In these depths a chronicler makes his home ... Now hieth the travellers to the final vault . . . Answer then, if you choose... I'll shield you from danger, I'll heal all your wounds... Back to the uni we shall go... As opposed to the duties as maid... Once upon an orange laundry basket... OM RE VA! ISH TU YE... Indeed; in a bit over a week, I'll be tring some *SD... Although a little bitter... White-haired king, cranky and daft... A band of fleeing rebels... The fate of superhero's girlfriend... When reason fails, let silliness run free... [mao@mao] $ ssh -l root 192.168.0.3... Great, now I've got maoatmao sshone rooting in my house... As long as Sally's C Shells aren't skripts... The clock strikes midnight, darkness falls... It was a bright and sunny day... With but seven days until a week off from school... Original concept is precious to find... From the depths of the lurkers, Eenh has returned... Causing quite a conundrum in the NEP, version 2... Dark at night and thoughts begin to whirl... Cut me a log & call me a sailor! Merciless steel piercing soft tender flesh... Making rotworm stew involves a little risk... Cleaning and dusting make Mother go mad... A soul has fallen into mud... Gutted out is the husk... Where shadows dance, dreams do live... Forgotten creatures removed from the earth... Shatter your cell and burn down your bridges... Wanna be naughty, hot and sleazy? Running and chasing after the giant insect... Angel's wings, or devil's horns? In thousands of different ways:) YES! PLUS YOUR ARMAMENT... ROTFLMAO!:) Fortunes and futures are born from the flames... Comes the rider on his leather-winged steed . . . In the depths of Skullcrusher, lives the dreaded undead... With thousands of our posts unread!!D Strangers needing to be put to bed... Alien make-up is bad for your skin... Here is what every Dragon must know: Or just the sound of an annoying bird... Strangers go their seperate ways... The walls are black with smoke and grime... A faceless figure Revokes the weapons... Not even the custodians see all the roads... It tried to take mount just but fscked away... Chill wind kisses the battlements... Follow your heart, and get stinking rich... The reuse of lines is a topic of debate... Long swirling skirts sweep the cold marble floor... Quiet music begins to play... From the depths a terror rises... I pushed and I popped, but all I got was parse error! The Cake wobbles and crumbles... Spring showers or fall drizzle... Waiting for the new Lumina thread to begin... A clot of darkness descends from the sky... Struck blind by a bolt from the blue... The warsong of heroes whips at our tails... Clothes make but a distraction... Sweat is -not- sexy, despite what they say... Sweat beforehand does tend to upset... The day shall come for you to regret... I begin... To spell out words of lines left to rot... To Freedom! The choice of the Gnu generation... Words have their uses, but the mime knows different... Oh dear, not more calculus poetry... Bubbac II Dragon's Threads survive... Vanilla Manila over saengkt por... A villain shall rise, a hero will fall... Spinning skates upon the ice... With knights and cowboys being extinct... Cotton candy dresses catch some dragon's eyes... What a terrible shame it is... Master of persons, I am. Great One, I am not... Mushie dreams of great significance... The mantra of the dwarves, being lost on these ears... Bucephalus, seldom a faithful steed... The horny-handed peasants dig down and find oil... But the movement of a third liquid is even better... Throught the shimmering web we crawl at the night... My 'brother' & I create new threads... Sheathe your swords and bow in shame... The dishonour were too great, thy seppuku denied... With a comforting claw, I am beckoned closer... Your fears are wholly unjustified... There was once a time in my life... The divestiture of the dilletante... All I need in my life is two basic things: A valued playmate is among us again... I don't believe in the ocean waves... Quiet rumble of the morning thunder... The rain falls on everyone... Shadows of shadows fall on the wall... Running through the woods on a moonless night... When the beam of light strikes me between the eyes... The book keppers might was very splicy... As the voices in mine head doth say "Gicey McDicey"... I love you, my dear... as spiders love flies... The giant ants threw my trousers into a tree... Crawling critters swarm and clamber... Soon, and very soon, the Big One will come... What plans do the duo hatch? I breathed my last in the lap of a Twin... No shirt, no shoes, no service? This sucks!... The towers are crumbling for lack of postage! And thusly didst the pancreas explode... I do not like computers, computers can't stand me... When I make love to a vampire with a monkey on my knee... Oh, isn't it a lovely day? Lying in the shallows with you... This is where I shall stay: this is my home... From the soft greenish mist, a Dragon appears... A Dragon draws near, letting out a loud scream... My cat's steely claws slice through the bone... Walking Patterns and Chaos falls... Do Fire and Ice go together? Tomorrow is the day; the first time for it... Still we loom in the mists, as the ages roll away... The clacky harpsichord plays in the background... Long ago, ran the sun on a folk who had a dream... Verily then, a new challenge was proclaimed... Near two years a plot has grown... 'Tis time methinks to make a note... And so the cake was passed... And so the cake was passed... Streamers and noisemakers, and naked ladies too... Time passes and the Warden entombed... The 'Cast' looks for a place to hide... The sonambulent editor notices a faux pas... We all do obvious things, like puns, and jokes, and wordplayings... A face familiar once more among us... Plot threads come and go like travelers... Speaking ill of the unknown... In the echoes before time began... Error in partition 'Creation"... It's just a hand in the bush... I prepare by passing out the sound-proofed earplugs... Are the Revoker and his bros. gone for good? Will the Revoker and B2D go to battle? Will the Cast resurface in time? Will UO players be apart of us? Will a new plot thread arise? Are fries food or is that rude? Abcess makes the tooth grow rotten... And slips through the sill before... A single candle throws shadows over the tome... Agh - short line! Somebody set up us the bomb... A lonely island, lost in the mist... He huffed and puffed and blew the Weyr down... But another threat to him (Lumina) may yet arise, One enemy vanquished; how many remain? Helgraf is in sword; StG is in the body... Green dollar bills, I won't miss you at all... Aren't illnesses fun to avoid doing cleaning... Inside is out, and outside behind... Bogged down in asides, the Prophecy waits... A black shiny curtain streams down my back... hen the oceans boil and the earth swallows mountains... Have they fallen, do they stand, do they tower o'er the land... The next stanza begins, starting with this line... A glorious kingdom, split by hate... Bubbac Jr.'s plot threads are rarely posted to. :*( |
Threads come and go, but this one hasn't been touched in ages...
The wind ruffles though, and turns the everlasting pages...
As Talking Mice give advice to sages...
And the endless mists contain the great rages...
... of the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock.
We all try to be patient while Lumina finds work...
When it comes time for Homeschool, we fight the urge to shirk...
Home sweet home: heating, TV and roasted pork...
We all join in to kill, the chef that says 'Bork!'...
...In the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock.
Work hopes seem dimmed, will try again soon...
Limited time online hinders progress on plots...
Not having money to pay for dinner may make you scrub pots!
When it comes time for living cremation, we have to draw lots!
... In the Crematorium(sp?) of the Ivory Peacock.
Old posts are being posted anew!
Dragons like Monomolecular turn up out of the blue!
And cover the young'uns in Cinnabon goo!
Whilst his black scales grow aged as the rock
... of the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock.
And if these Towers be colored light grey,
Then here the Cinnabon Lord will stay.
And if those self-same towers be coloured dark yellow,
Then the Harp Lord will live here, the jolly old fellow!
This verse is too long; any more I must block
...at the mulicolored Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock.
The stargazers' eyes, look into the skies, and Dragons drink
from flagons, and throw their pies!
Cut thy lines shorter or face pain, exhorter.
And with pies in their eyes the stargazers realize...
...That they're in the Misty Towers on the Island of Lies!
...Which are also known as the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock.
Once there came a storm in a form of a man...
His hair was quite odd, and his name was Dan...
And he bowed to me, and said: "Rupert-san."
... And out of the shadows hopped Calaban.... (Freedom! Highday! Freedom!)
...In the curious land of the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock.
TNEP seems to have been lost in time.
No-one wants to continue the rhyme.
Although I am typing more than one line,
it makes me feel better, it makes me feel fine...
across the moat of the Misty Twin Towers of the Ivory Peacock.
The Norns sing songs, in the dell,
and what does Lord British, do with Nell?
In Arakeen, the water merchents do sell,
the Water, the Water, like the tinkling of a bell.
Oh the marvellous stories falling waters can tell...
...in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock.
We ride the Worms, and teach the Norns:
For this purpose wert ye born...
To carry the blade, by our sides, we are sworn...
To guard the turrents and battlements forlorn...
... of the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock.
We are sworn to Stratos, we are decieved by Hydros,
Yet decievers all are the Titanic foes...
For the love of his world, stranger left ours in ruins...
So cursed Devon spake in a tale fancied true...
... found of the Library of the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock.
The Destroyer's the Guardian, the meanings are twisted,
The deceits of that Titan are to many to be listed...
Listen to thy Voice, his Fellowship insisted...
But those who questioned died or desisted...
...in pieces atop the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock.
The Cause was next good, but no good to it came,
Whole worlds hath died neath the banner of his name,
A warm charming smile hiding a heart full of lies...
The flames of want burned in his eyes...
...in the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock.
The Banes of Chaos were caught, but the Order's were never free,
Through Sacrifice they are back together again, and so are the Serpents Three.
The hero from afar the Champion of Balance became.
But was cast down into a world of Shame...
...far from the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock.
Was my post to "Beginnings" silly?
It seems many participants have gone their ways.
Depression hits hard this time of year, that is why we need more cheer.
Some people drown sorrows in pints of beer...
And so, does the clear dawn herald a new year...
Inside the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock.
Christmas songs look set to continue...
And avid readers stare at their menu...
As they type replies without hurting a sinew...
Exept for the times that they go to the loo...
In the many lavatories of the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock.
Mr. Clean arrives with a toilet brush...
Shouldering aside the Dragonoid rush...
"Good heathens!" he shrieked, staring up at the pile...
And sighed, and the mess cleaned itself up with a smile...
...By the Misty Workings of the Ivory Peacock.
There is only one thing that the Avatar craves:
Peace and quiet without scurvy knaves...
Ve vill haf Order!
Shouts the Guardian from across the border
...far from the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock.
Yet still Chaos reigns, and speeding trains...
Of thoughts go hither in the night of our brains...
Where a mighty hero stood, only smoking shoe remains...
Which is swept away, by the summer rains....
....On the Ethereal Railtracks of the Ivory Peacock.
On a slab in the Mortuary, our hero arises...
The path of his thought he finds he despises...
With a snap of a neck, his position, it rises...
But clumsiness can precipitate many a crisis...
...in the Morbid Tombs of the Ivory Peacock.
My cat melted away in the hot cruel sun...
'Cause since they're made of glass, it can stop their fun...
Even Shamino said, "Bloody cats!" Not a pun.
And Musashi breathed a sigh, just one...
... at the Misty Tombstone of the Ivory Blackthorne..
Lord British is gone, his past friend is traitorous...
Now shadows are come to twist the once virtuous...
Flames rise up, to protect the shards...
Ha, banishing Shadow Lords, you think that's hard... ?
In the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock...
Killing Blackthorn(e) is more of a challenge...
When distracted by the charms of a sultry pirate wench...
Make sure you are not with retired baseball player Johnny Bench...
At such time your defenses entrench...
.. round the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock.
"Oh brilliance falls on castle walls", sang Iolo the Mad while
snacking on prawns...
Kerthwak! "Ack Hack", said he next on account of broken back.
"Oh, Nurse Heimlich!", quoth the doctor "That was quite a maneuver." ;D
Quoth a tired young dragon "My taloned foot really got stuck in my mouth that
time I think."
... in the dungeons beneath the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock.
Roight! Send for the executioner, the cry went out.
But Robin escapes!
He flees with his chest bobbing.
From he who sets to head a lobbin'...
... at the Misty executioner's Plaza near the Ivory Peacock.
Will this thread remain standing this time...
Will we be graced with eternal rhyme...
The winds of change do blow the chime...
And great mountains are tried by adventurer's to climb...
...As seen by those in the Impenatrable Towers of the Ivory Peacock.
Hark the herald dragon's flame...
As the Fool pulls us in with his Game...
And the king walks by, his nose for his name...
And everyone tries to steal his fork 'ere he came...
...In the Dining Room of the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock.
Paulon's gonna have a fit, Dragons made another split...
The Eternal Peacock's once more a hit...
Some would say we don't give a sh*t...
To see the faded history repeat...
...in the crumbling scrolls of the Ivory Peacock.
A commander tells his/her army to retreat...
As the drummer keeps time, with his/her monotonous beat...
Matching cadence comes thousands of quick-stepping feet...
Going towards their shameful defeat...
...on the blood-stained battleground of the Ivory Peacock.
Now bloodmoss marks their fetid graves...
Mould and slime grows on rusted glaives...
While a greer plant frond twists and waves...
And wizards play with their staves...
In the misty towers of the Ivory Peacock.
The months have rolled by and this thread was never restored.
And now, you see, the most impatient me typing more lines. (Because I am bored!
:) )
Of other plot threads, I need not reminding that RL keeps us from posting to
the board.
Lumina, 1 alias down never to be restored. >:)
In the Weyrmount beneath the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock.
By Night and Flame and Shining Rock...
By Muddied Water, and Dirtied Sock...
To this thread the we once more flock...
as we have many more rhymes in stock...
In the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock.
And then, my friends, we rise once more!
As all the onlookers run for the door...
while our claws splatter the floor with gore...
And over stone the blood doth pour...
In the misty towers of the ivory peacock.
The gungans of Naboo we met...
And a younger Boba Fett...
Princess amidala on the bed...
Then I cut off SW fans' heads...
In the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock.
Star wars vs. star trek, a very old fight...
Though silly there is no end in sight...
While Ticketmaster charges for the upcoming fight...
The Concession stand has future bright...
In the 2000 seat arena of the Ivory Peacock.
... Diamonds, diamonds in the air...
J ump after them, start to swear...
Land sharp on your derrierre...
Feel your buttocks rip and tear...
After Falling from the Towers of the Ivory Peacock.
Google, help us remember...
A rime that ends with an ember...
An ember that ends with a lime...
Battlefields, covered with gore and grime...
Next to the misty towers of the ivory peacock.
Hanging from the ceiling...
I cannot shake the feeling...
that orstralians are hazy...
And you dragons are crazy...
In the padded towers of the Ivory Peacock.
Inverted and contraindicated...
Thrown through the window, found I myself defenestrated...
stopping this thread leaves me irritated...
It's unending tale still is related...
in the misty towers of the Ivory Peacock.
Like the 'Twin Towers' in New York, I had though these had fallen...
Unlike some twin towers, the towers of the ivory peacock can be revived time
and again...
One would hope that those, too, shall arise once more...
To give hope to all the land and freedom restore..
The new Foundation of the Ivory Peacock..
Amy Thest is the name of my new cat...
Sleeping in your bed, if not in your hat...
A pretty bird steps up to bat...
For Wtcher can always be found at
... the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock.
More than enuff work done this day...
Yet more awaits along the way...
A plot thread by Bubbac 2 lives on...
Read by others as they eat of scones...
... atop the Misty Towers of the Ivory Peacock.