bad things go down
when you live in a town
which bakes in the relentless sun
and although you have friends
you're alone in the end
and you know when to say "i'm done"
there is some blow
aka desert snow
and you are fixated on Zid
and you wont return
until you can learn
no one remembers what you did.
Challenge Of All
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Challenge Of All
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Re: ENDING of the ZID CHAPTERS
Excellent ode. Truly.
If only there was a way for the backstory of the whole thing to be written.
Oh well.
If only there was a way for the backstory of the whole thing to be written.
Oh well.
There is a Blackout Island. It exists. I've been there many times. The map is on the bottom of the bottle, to be read from the inside.
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Re: ENDING of the ZID CHAPTERS
Sorry. My family crest is a dagger and salt shaker, I guess.
I was a little drunk when I wrote that.
Channeling Robert W. Service, you think?
I was a little drunk when I wrote that.
Channeling Robert W. Service, you think?
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Re: ENDING of the ZID CHAPTERS
That's why he was the Bard: Continuing a rhyme scheme, much like the Shake a Speare fellow. RWS could do a whole tale.
Sounds like a challenge?
Game is on, you damned Drunkard.
There is a Blackout Island. It exists. I've been there many times. The map is on the bottom of the bottle, to be read from the inside.
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Re: ENDING of the ZID CHAPTERS
FUCK.The Galiant Fuck wrote: ↑Wed Mar 29, 2017 7:18 pmThat's why he was the Bard: Continuing a rhyme scheme, much like the Shake a Speare fellow. RWS could do a whole tale.
Sounds like a challenge?
Game is on, you damned Drunkard.
okay.
sounds fun.
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Re: ENDING of the ZID CHAPTERS
The Ballad of Them DrysDear Booze wrote: ↑Wed Mar 29, 2017 7:46 pmFUCK.The Galiant Fuck wrote: ↑Wed Mar 29, 2017 7:18 pmThat's why he was the Bard: Continuing a rhyme scheme, much like the Shake a Speare fellow. RWS could do a whole tale.
Sounds like a challenge?
Game is on, you damned Drunkard.
okay.
sounds fun.
I was driving cross-country
When my car broke down
In some mid-size mid-
Midwestern town.
I had it towed in
to a local shop;
They said “give us three days
and it will run like a top.”
So there I was stranded
in an unfamiliar town;
so I sat out on foot
to take a look around.
I walked into a bar
to have a drink and relax
and found a big mean lady
holding a big ol’ axe.
I stayed a couple hours
‘cause I had nowhere else to go;
at nine o’clock the doorman asked
“you stayin’ for the show?”
I nodded my head and said
“I guess I will”
and I paid the cover charge
with a five dollar bill.
Then the place filled up
with people dressed in black.
Some were sitting in chairs,
some were standing in the back.
Bill W. took the stage
to start the show.
with miss Carry A. Nation
speaking soft and slow.
The longer she talked,
the louder she got,
until she sounded like
a teapot when it gets hot.
She started waving her axe
and stomping her feet,
and I was the only one
still in my seat.
People noticed me
as I sat there and drank;
They knew right away
I don’t think like they think.
So I left that place
And I was feeling slightly ill
I said “no more drys;
I believe I’ve had my fill.”
Then I went into the alley
and I bought myself a gun
and went back inside
and killed them one-by-one.
And I will not be convicted
by a jury of peers of mine
Your see, a peer is an equal,
and none of mine are dry.
Furthermore, I believe
they’d shake my hand
and send me on a dry killing spree
throughout the land.
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Re: ENDING of the ZID CHAPTERS
^ ^ ^
Dayam. Excellent.
here's all I got.
ODE TO BOOZE
8/7/8/7 : 11
For Lady Savage
Across the mighty seven seas
Among the stars of trillions,
We sailed and drank as men at ease
And hauled the cache of billions.
Some stolen cash? Oh no. You see:
Unspent, relent misgivings.
Damned dry bastards with dust for pee:
Bereft of all forgivings.
Life is fleeting, then it flees
DRINK! is poured to drunken minions
Heart will stop and time will seize
Regardless of opinions.
We hailed our load of Ethyl fleece:
Dried out, golden, unused wings
Unspent to purchase lies of peace?
Take a sip of everythings.
We sailed to worlds in galaxies
With cargo of unspent joy.
Our work: to Drink as we would please,
To chart the Island: AHOY!
DRINK! what you discover you might prefer.
For guidance: to others here I defer.
*hiccup*
urrrp
.
Dayam. Excellent.
here's all I got.
ODE TO BOOZE
8/7/8/7 : 11
For Lady Savage
Across the mighty seven seas
Among the stars of trillions,
We sailed and drank as men at ease
And hauled the cache of billions.
Some stolen cash? Oh no. You see:
Unspent, relent misgivings.
Damned dry bastards with dust for pee:
Bereft of all forgivings.
Life is fleeting, then it flees
DRINK! is poured to drunken minions
Heart will stop and time will seize
Regardless of opinions.
We hailed our load of Ethyl fleece:
Dried out, golden, unused wings
Unspent to purchase lies of peace?
Take a sip of everythings.
We sailed to worlds in galaxies
With cargo of unspent joy.
Our work: to Drink as we would please,
To chart the Island: AHOY!
DRINK! what you discover you might prefer.
For guidance: to others here I defer.
*hiccup*
urrrp
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Re: ENDING of the ZID CHAPTERS
Then you might consider telling us more about it. Well, the dagger and salt shaker, and the DRINKing, we got that covered. But what about when you got to be a taller drunk?Dear Booze wrote: ↑Mon Mar 27, 2017 8:19 pmMy family crest is a dagger and salt shaker, I guess.
I was a little drunk when I wrote that.
Carry-on young fellow. Air travel awaits.
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Re: Challenge Of All
Here we gather all, close and far
at Shit Talkers Bar and Grill;
The German fiend, known as Gene
is working the homemade still.
The leader man, with cold rum in hand,
Is a man named Frank Kelly Rich.
And dancing for joy, was a fifteen-year-old boy,
Who is known as Diva the Bitch.
Then thru the door, came a man who they know.
They called him Thirsty Drunk.
And he spit and he screamed, and he acted real mean,
and asked "are you feeling lucky, punk?"
Mistah Willies sat, with a bottle of black,
That is a two handled bottle of ink.
The rest of us followed, and sipped gulped and swallowed,
When Mistah Willies said "DRINK!"
In a drunken daze, he talked of his days,
Of a place he calls Fuckno;
Back to a time when he reminds
"You must mind your leather just so."
Badfellow was there, alone in his chair,
Watching the drunkness around.
And he often went off, with a bit of a cough,
And made a gurgling sound.
Patchez and Bubblez, joined at the hip,
Were in the bar as well.
It's Grateful Dead stories in all of their glory,
The tales that they both tell.
Smatter Noguts, who the boys all trust,
Because he's been in here so long,
Tries every drink in the kitchen sink,
because no alcohol can be wrong.
Lovely Savage Lady, as sweet as can be,
Tells the doctors they are wrong.
And spits in the face of those in the place
Who won't serve a whiskey strong.
Artful Detective, who's not so selective,
Shared a drink with Oett.
DB wasn't around to record the sound,
So neither one was cought.
"I'll have dogfish IPA, while I fight LBJ,"
Said the Drunken Wisconsonite.
Mixed drinks and beer flowed, and then he drunkness showed,
And everyone had fun that night.
The dingbat from new york, is pulling the cork
Out of a bottle of grog.
When stuck for a name, quickly she came
And offered up "Drunk Dialogue".
Lush city with cash, and a large mustache,
Worries about the NSA,
He's the last one around, when the rest have gone down,
And proclaims it at the end of Sun-day.
Frankennietzsche loves films and TV,
And thinks he can beat the Saviors.
He's got a plan, to kill the Negan clan,
But his spoilers do me no favors.
Peetie is great, he's been here since 08,
And he lives by tickling keys
He's a bit fat, and wears a dumb hat,
And he drinks everything that he sees
And every one was having fun
Until the bill came due.
I will not pay, they heard someone say
From this MDM chat room.
The bartender RIPT, who nobody tipped,
Tried to kick them out.
Fuck you you're a dick, yelled whiskey prick.
And the rest began to shout.
You are banned from within, these four walls of sin.
And it's always safe to assume,
That any new prick is that fuckhead RIPT,
In the mighty MDM Chat Room
at Shit Talkers Bar and Grill;
The German fiend, known as Gene
is working the homemade still.
The leader man, with cold rum in hand,
Is a man named Frank Kelly Rich.
And dancing for joy, was a fifteen-year-old boy,
Who is known as Diva the Bitch.
Then thru the door, came a man who they know.
They called him Thirsty Drunk.
And he spit and he screamed, and he acted real mean,
and asked "are you feeling lucky, punk?"
Mistah Willies sat, with a bottle of black,
That is a two handled bottle of ink.
The rest of us followed, and sipped gulped and swallowed,
When Mistah Willies said "DRINK!"
In a drunken daze, he talked of his days,
Of a place he calls Fuckno;
Back to a time when he reminds
"You must mind your leather just so."
Badfellow was there, alone in his chair,
Watching the drunkness around.
And he often went off, with a bit of a cough,
And made a gurgling sound.
Patchez and Bubblez, joined at the hip,
Were in the bar as well.
It's Grateful Dead stories in all of their glory,
The tales that they both tell.
Smatter Noguts, who the boys all trust,
Because he's been in here so long,
Tries every drink in the kitchen sink,
because no alcohol can be wrong.
Lovely Savage Lady, as sweet as can be,
Tells the doctors they are wrong.
And spits in the face of those in the place
Who won't serve a whiskey strong.
Artful Detective, who's not so selective,
Shared a drink with Oett.
DB wasn't around to record the sound,
So neither one was cought.
"I'll have dogfish IPA, while I fight LBJ,"
Said the Drunken Wisconsonite.
Mixed drinks and beer flowed, and then he drunkness showed,
And everyone had fun that night.
The dingbat from new york, is pulling the cork
Out of a bottle of grog.
When stuck for a name, quickly she came
And offered up "Drunk Dialogue".
Lush city with cash, and a large mustache,
Worries about the NSA,
He's the last one around, when the rest have gone down,
And proclaims it at the end of Sun-day.
Frankennietzsche loves films and TV,
And thinks he can beat the Saviors.
He's got a plan, to kill the Negan clan,
But his spoilers do me no favors.
Peetie is great, he's been here since 08,
And he lives by tickling keys
He's a bit fat, and wears a dumb hat,
And he drinks everything that he sees
And every one was having fun
Until the bill came due.
I will not pay, they heard someone say
From this MDM chat room.
The bartender RIPT, who nobody tipped,
Tried to kick them out.
Fuck you you're a dick, yelled whiskey prick.
And the rest began to shout.
You are banned from within, these four walls of sin.
And it's always safe to assume,
That any new prick is that fuckhead RIPT,
In the mighty MDM Chat Room
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Re: Challenge Of All
I read every post on this board, but this stuff is too much for me.
Satanic verses.
Cryptic writings.
The bibel of evil, the Necronomicon in online-version now.
Satanic verses.
Cryptic writings.
The bibel of evil, the Necronomicon in online-version now.
Drink!
Re: Challenge Of All
There was a cookbook out at one time called the Omnomnomicon. I have no idea if this helps or not.
Probably not.
Now you're ready for some anti-dry-otics!-BeerMakesMeSmarter
If worms had daggers, birds wouldn't fuck with them-Todd Snider
Blackout and be extraordinary-Absinthe of Malice
If worms had daggers, birds wouldn't fuck with them-Todd Snider
Blackout and be extraordinary-Absinthe of Malice
Re: Challenge Of All
Well it`s a start
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Re: Challenge Of All
Laurel or garland, a lei or a noose:
Adornments reveal the interior hues.
Country or Island, hard rock or the blues,
Pork is to veal as is fish to the moose.
The choices we make at each fork in the road
Are not to be used as a cause for a feud.
Division is never a color imbued
On the palette inside nor the top of a load.
We versus them
Here versus there
Continent, Country, State, Muni, neighborhood, street, house, room, drawer.
Repub or Dem
Fear versus fare
We argue and fight, always looking for the next thing to make us go to war.
We come here to think
And we laugh or we cry
The power of DRINK
Is to keep us from Dry.
So kraken it open
And take a long drag
We’ve miles across ocean
With our own mighty flag.
*CHUG*
.
Adornments reveal the interior hues.
Country or Island, hard rock or the blues,
Pork is to veal as is fish to the moose.
The choices we make at each fork in the road
Are not to be used as a cause for a feud.
Division is never a color imbued
On the palette inside nor the top of a load.
We versus them
Here versus there
Continent, Country, State, Muni, neighborhood, street, house, room, drawer.
Repub or Dem
Fear versus fare
We argue and fight, always looking for the next thing to make us go to war.
We come here to think
And we laugh or we cry
The power of DRINK
Is to keep us from Dry.
So kraken it open
And take a long drag
We’ve miles across ocean
With our own mighty flag.
*CHUG*
.
There is a Blackout Island. It exists. I've been there many times. The map is on the bottom of the bottle, to be read from the inside.
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Re: Challenge Of All
There are strange things done when the clock strikes one
By the men who drink at The Hole;
The beat up chairs have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The shitty lights have seen bad sights,
But the worst they ever did see
Was tonight at the bar when they went too far
And ran out of MGD.
By the men who drink at The Hole;
The beat up chairs have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The shitty lights have seen bad sights,
But the worst they ever did see
Was tonight at the bar when they went too far
And ran out of MGD.
DRINK!