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On Mon, 27 Mar 2006 04:34:03 -0800, Mephistopheles wrote
(in article <okmf22lonejlvgtcdp7blt264l16t2kltf@4ax.com>):
> On Mon, 27 Mar 2006 10:27:32 GMT, "'cos_mos.+\"N,p-f49"
> <Cos=mos.@4theplanetfromthesun.net.(moved)> wrote:
>
>> Mephistopheles <no-fixed@address.net> wrote in
>> news:q66e229drbesmc31uvgj7136q8s677rpf4@4ax.com:
>>
>>> On Sun, 26 Mar 2006 00:16:24 GMT, "'cos_mos.+\"N,p-f49"
>>> <Cos=mos.@4theplanetfromthesun.net.(moved)> wrote:
>>>
>>>> 'Tis true that some has talents and can pen a line or two but me, Oi
>>>> cant rite nufin So Ill just send this pic to you, its often said that
>>>> a picture can tell a thousand words and this one happened along an,
>>>> well it just made me think of you !
>>>> Perhaps it woz just the the challenge no danger was perceived, the
>>>> little lad met it head on just as Mephi would .
>>>>
>>>> LOL
>>>> Cosmos
>>>>
>>>>
>>>> Ps if it ends up on ebay I will have a word with the head nun
>>>
>>> Oh, my golly gosh! What unimagined felicity greets me here after such
>>> a day as I have been through, frantically running for cover, dodging
>>> from bush to bush from them as wish me mischief. I was beginning to
>>> feel like poor, hunted Ralph at the end of "Lord of the Flies" as he
>>> collapsed in exhaustion on the beach waiting his inevitable end.
>>>
>>> Then, as luck would have it, several of the numerous friends that I am
>>> constantly IM-ing with told me about this secret group, where I was
>>> wont to play as a child & said I might find solace awaiting me from an
>>> old school buddy of mine.
>>>
>>> But it exceeds my expectations. What an amazing picture. Oh, yes, I
>>> remember the place only too well. The rusty corrugated iron walls in
>>> the background behind which I huddled for warmth night after night in
>>> the cruel winter-time, when the deadly air-raid sirens wailed.
>>>
>>> But my word! Haven't the cacti done well. I only threw the packet of
>>> seeds outside cos I thought they were duff. You never know how such
>>> thoughtless acts conceived in childhood despondency can suddenly be
>>> turned to gold in our Autumn years by the kindly spirits that watch
>>> over us.. The nuns were right after all. For look how strong & sturdy
>>> & upright & bristly & protective the cacti have become, & how they
>>> encircle me, pressing in close their prickly barbs at the ready, like
>>> creatures from an alien but friendly planet shielding me, even as I
>>> urinate.
>>>
>>> Oh, shut it Mephi,.... you promised never to write late at night when
>>> the wine had taken hold of you.........Wot, not even to Cos~mos when
>>> the both of us as have been so roughly brought up by 'and?
>>>
>>> Best stop here then.....but fanks for the spessshal pictcher. It's a
>>> keeper.
>>>
>>> Messafloppies.
>>
>> __________________
>>
>> Ummm oh my gosh indeed! methinks you have been missapropriating the the
>> rent money and diverting it towards the grape juice fund!
>>
>> The cacti certainly thrive on in the lee of the gas works vent pipes
>> but a shame that the students seem not to have fared quite so well
>> our dear old seafaring Patriach perhaps blotted his copy in a bombay
>> Orphanage?
>>
>> Cosmos
>
> "Old seafaring Patriarch"......"Bombay Orphanage" !!!!!!!!!!
>
> This is getting too close for comfort !
>
> Really must change my nic.
>
> Zrcuv
Wait. Calm yourself.
First off, no need to worry.
No one can really tell who anyone is anyway. It's the Internet; each of us
is barely here at all.
Our presence is ephemeral; like an apparition we come and go. Some of the
apparitions are base and mean spirited and some (now long gone) are gem-like
in their countenance.
But you have become like a rock (too biblical?) and serve as a reference
point for those other lost and wandering souls (such as myself) who are in
constant need of adjustment, education and improvement stupid, sniveling,
lying pack of dogs that we are.
To what distant star would we look for guidance. If you, our Polaris,
suddenly were to dim or become just any old star in any old dipper, then
where would we turn.
We'd al be cuckoo then...
Shudder at the thought.
(Bring up music now).....
No you are our foundation
Though spears be thrust anigh.
You are our inspiration,
Be we awake or high.
From pub to shining ocean,
Your name is r'vered by all
E'en though its those like us,
That through these pages, trawl.
We will now have the second reading.....
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