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I found this poetry, which I believe
to be something about a cheapskate Cyclops
who is eating greasy pork chops at the
Great Pyramid of Cheops. Then, I think
that the Cyclops was screaming something
about needing some encryption keys.
I believe that there was also passing
reference to a goat who was being kept
from its destined end, but it was a bit too obscure
for me to decipher.
http://www.theminimag.com/june04/harry_polkinhorn.html
a fire thread indeed or fang on a thong soaking in fog their inscrutable totality
that halts my remote whereas cult objects in cyberspace to augment the take
but those frenzied maenads whose tangled tresses and odor of ivy or goat kept from
its destined end as pherome profile so Pontius Pilate and the Saducees pick up their
tools knocking out aphorisms right and left bones porous as pumice yet if vibrations
from another world before Pharoah's
strike force arrives bumbling its way behind the scenes since any
generalization will push
onto another scenic route down byways and highways as an archetype kicks in but
verbal exchanges in the hope that rain will come the past having been abolished while
seamstresses known for nimble moves attract a wronged face to voice its woes these last
few coins to be arranged in an arrow as though by desiring before abuse
in their outdated
building code just short of complications that should have been avoided or at least
downplayed by vigorous back-pedaling their sunscreen congealed but still
philosophically sweet burning tube that connects with the fetid earth as
how many miles before someone's trip wire or noggin-knocker loosened
like a dead stump yet formalistically their irreducible bodies undergoing
catabolic happenstance castle fortifications while being themselves
as sap accumulating or the lovely dirt I've eulogized Orion
the span in thought between nodes then slowly returning
to their plagiarized modes after having been dealt a blow
while puzzling over smaller pains as people bestir themselves verdigris
17. bezpieczenstwo
...geese's stroked subcontractors rasp pipsqueak's Cheops's launcher
HIS overhang straighted Kuwaiti emphysema's insouciant backings death...
http://gw.aba.krakow.pl/bezpieczenstwo.php/tease
1. Relocated Cyclops still adept with savory dishes from sunny climes
... Cyclops offers a couple of soups du jour, such as a tasty
cupful of white ... Pork chops, sliced off the bone,
emerge tender from a pan-roasting and gain intrigue ...
http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/food/rest25.shtml
10. Gayot Restaurant Reviews
... To find more Cyclops related items, click here. ...
We can't fault the pasta with roasted eggplant or tender
pan-roasted pork chops in cherry-bourbon sauce, but ...
http://www.gayot.com/restaurantpages/info.php?tag=SERES00109.
3. Raflar's D&D Resources
The Dancing Cyclops Menu ... Goat (in red wine) 1 sp.
Pork (chops or ribs) 1 sp. Bacon (raw to crisped, as you prefer;
http://www.raflar.com/fantasyrpg/places-dancingcyclops.html
15. Empire Online: Best kisses?
... I've got a very large fridge at home and I've been eating a
lot of pork chops.'*** Scully: "I see. ... No place for a three
legged cyclops from the south seas. ...
http://ubb.empireonline.co.uk/showflat.php?Cat=&Board=UB...
16. onegoodmove: Boners and Saints
... and gays. Christians! Ha! These people couldn't look
a Cyclops in the eye and while spouting off that fundamentalist
shit. I was ...
http://onegoodmove.typepad.com/onegoodmove/2004/11/boners_an...
25. MrStump's Rants: All that's fit to be mocked and complained about
... Man, and people wonder why I randomly stick pork chops
into people's underwear and let a starved wolverine ...
series, but they have just one problem...
CYCLOPS! !! I hate that guy ...
http://schooldaze.keenspace.com/rants.html
http://www.moontribes.com/anon.shtml
The Coming of the Monster
Matiya sat in her cell that night, picking her teeth
with a piece of wire. It seemed something sharp had lodged
itself between two of her teeth and was causing her great
discomfort. She gingerly worked at the object,
trying to nudge it free. Eventually she had success
and spat the nasty little annoyance out in her palm.
It was a small piece of bone. Could have come from the
dried-out crap they tried to pass for pork-chops
that night at dinner. Could have. She knew better though.
She flushed the little fragment down the toilet.
November of 1998 found Matiya preparing to make her final
attempt at escape. She had been having a lot of weird dreams
by then. Some of them were dark and full of voices speaking
strange languages, some of them were filled with bright
lights and the sound of huge crowds of people, the feeling of
thousands of hateful eyes staring. In her sleep she would
cream rage-filled cries that echoed eerily over the
dank prison walls, mutating as they drifted further away,
eventually turning into demon-like mutterings. She held whole
conversations with dream-companions in a language no one knew,
and laughed evil, humorless laughter. Oddly enough, none of the
others hollered to her to wake up or shut-up or threw any of
the usual threats bestowed on those disturbing the silence of
the night. Some of the women secretly believed Matiya was
the Devil or perhaps possessed. Some of them just thought s
he was demented beyond reality, all of them had no desire
to trifle with her.
he was aware of the arena audience, changing shape,
becoming a large THING that stared at him with one eye and
muttered in thousands of voices, whispering WORDS.
The cyclopian audience told him "...lethal INJECTION,
electric CHAIR, criminally INSANE, murder ONE,
life SENTENCE..." It kept repeating it over and over,
and all of a sudden it was HIM on the table! HE was
looking at up at someone who was so familiar, so near
face (did he have a twin? did he have a sister?
yes he did...) She looked out at the Cyclops-Audience,
and screamed "I'M OUT I'M OUT, YOU F**K!" then she
looked down at him and whispered "I needs KEYS,
Marcus-Taker, I need keys to come find you, can you
find me keys? I need keys..." Undertaker closed his eyes
and all of a sudden he seemed as small as a mouse, in a
dark, warm place, surrounded by papers and dust and other
junk. He saw a set of keys, as big as he was, lying nearby.
He felt the entire earth move and everything around him
begin to slide forward. The huge keys rattled towards him,
threatening to crush him! He saw the blackness open up and
the face of his sister appear in the light, she was huge,
like a Greek Goddess looking down from her Olympus.
She said "Hot DAMN! Car..."
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