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A Day At The Drop-in Clinic“Hi! Are you a gut-wrencher?”   
“I am a doctor, if that’s what you mean?”   
“Good, because I have a sword in my kidney!”   
“And how did this come about, sir?”   
“Well, I don’t know, really… It was just there!”   
“Trust me, one tends to notice when somebody sticks a sword in you.”   
“Quite! But I was rather intoxicated at the moment.”   
“So, you’re telling me some fellow just came up and stabbed you in the back, and you can’t even recall when or, indeed, if it happened?”   
“What do you mean ‘if’? It’s not like I stuck it in myse-! Oh. This is rather embarra A Day At The Drop-in Clinic
in Humor on 7/3/06
How to raise GrandmaFinding Grandma   
 
Finding Grandma! Finding Grandma! Where has she gone?! Not under my pillow, not under my bed… Not even in my blasted drawers! Oh, woe is me! The pains and trials that I have to go through! When will it end? Where is Grandma? Oh! Here is her shoe. Where is the rest? Ah! There is an arm… and here is a finger! But where is the rest? Yes, where is the rest! I’d better ask Abel. Yes, he’ll know where she is, he always does! But where is good man Abel? Aw… you poor, thick head. It hurts to think. Yes, it does.   
Bah! The fornicating skunk isn’t home! Abel is on… uhnnn… va-va… vaca… vacation! Yes, that’ How to raise Grandma
in Humor on 6/23/06
The Orc Musical - Part IIThe sun streamed through the grimy yellow windows of Ervin’s equally dirty office. It wasn’t really his office, but since the owner seemed to be on a permanent leave, Ervin figured that no-one would really care. It was a nice enough gig; he had his own chair, a multi-storied file cabinet, and a cranky old typewriter, and if you stacked enough paper and puffy foam things in the corner, you had yourself a bed! Too bad that a colony of mice had decided to feast on his shoes and that the roof leaked like a colander. But you can’t have everything in life, especially when it’s free!   
With a sigh, Ervin leaned back in the high chair and The Orc Musical - Part II
in Humor on 5/29/06
The Orc Musical - Part IIt was an early afternoon and the sun shone as brightly as a nobleman’s burning castle on a midwinter night. A sudden summer breeze swept playfully through the air, rustling the leaves with impish glee, and upsetting the local squirrel population with its dastardly behavior. It was a wild, raucous ride, but not even this could whisk away the day’s excruciating heat for but a moment. One might think this would be enough to force everyone into the merciful shade, but the ones in the great clearing down below seemed to be of a different mind.   
The air was hot, dry, tormenting at best, and the crowd loved it. Ervin Gobbersnapper – a s The Orc Musical - Part I
in Humor on 5/21/06
Rowrr.. Yummeh...
in deviantID on 5/3/06
Down by the riverDown  Down  Down by the water  She sits by the river  She waits for me   
Down  Down  Down in the river  She wades through the water  She sings for me   
Down  Down  Down under the surface  She waits on the bottom  She sings no more… Down by the river
in Song on 3/29/06
In the rainShe cries in the rain  It pours down her face  She doesn’t yet know it  But those are tears of joy  And who could comprehend  That her heart has just been sold  Taken by an angel  Tucked safely in his hand  He left her lonely in the rain  Hugged her tight and he was gone  With but a few soft whispers  Murmured words for her to hold In the rain
in Open on 3/29/06
True LoveI blink in astonishment. She’s here! Finally! I let out a sigh of relief and my heart melts into a puddle of lovey-dovey goo. I’ve been here for almost a week now, watching this woman from my little table by the corner café. She’s rather elusive, my love, but I am patient, and don’t mind waiting for hours - even days! - just for a glimpse of this silvery-haired angel. Today is the day; I will walk up to her, even speak to her! My love for her will never be from afar again… I gather my courage, wrap it up tightly in a ball of confidence and bold charm. Then I tuck it safely into my shirt pocket, give it a gentle pat, and I am off!    True Love
in Humor on 3/14/06
InsideYou beautiful women  You beautiful men   
You're making me smile  You're making me cry   
You drive me crazy  You drive me out of my mind   
You bring tears to my eyes  And you whisk it all away   
All you beautiful women  All you beautiful men   
You're all driving me insane  You're all driving me away   
You bring me closer one more time  
And you push me far away   
It is sanity you seek  But madness that you find   
You beautiful women...  You beautiful men...   
Look inside your hearts  And find your Inside
in Open on 10/14/05
TomorrowRecreated reality in a 3D-world of bullet rains and power trains  The nuclearian music runs steady through my veins  It is hollow  It is beauty  It is the life that we build for ourselves now   
Don't cry over a life you knew that quickly turned grey  There is colour and beauty, pumping new life into the body of the world  Just sit silent  Just lend your ear  And listen to the pulse of the new World   
Would you have believed the world of tomorrow would hold such promise?  Bottled up in a cage of despair She lies waiting still  The fairy of the poor  The Godmother of a Tomorrow
in Fixed on 7/21/05
How the Magpie Lost His VoiceThe sparrows chittered, the doves they cooed, while the owl turned its head and wisely hooted. High above, the hawk called, screeching out how it longed for Lady Spring. As it soared through the air it spotted a right fine rascal; it was the magpie, busy strutting his stuff, as always. With a gentle crane of his neck, he looked up and sang at the hawk in an angelic voice. It was more beautiful and enchanting than ever before, and to her great demise the hawk could not help herself, but began to drift and sharply veer, until she dove and landed nearby. It was not the first time he had stolen her heart, and it seemed he enjoyed it more and more How the Magpie Lost His Voice
in Fantasy on 6/28/05
Pirates And Fine FellowsIt was an odd sight that greeted the townspeople of Herringsworth this late afternoon. Never before had such a display of salty beauty and fiery temper graced them with its presence. It should be said, however, that the foul mood was well-deserved and more than understandable. And the source of all this commotion, you wonder? It was no other than the dreaded female pirate, Jack Lined Jess herself!   
The auburn-haired woman stomped furiously up the steps of the gently sloping hill, hissing and glaring at anyone who dared cross her path.   
"Bloody bastard, I'll kill 'im! No," she corrected herself. "I'll kill 'im, I'll kil Pirates And Fine Fellows
in Fantasy on 6/26/05
RemembranceIn the mist she stands  Caressing my bare face  Her tattered lips they whisper  On a hymn of silence  It is longing that I see  Loneliness I hear  A son lost  Another found  An old woman she be  But with a quivering heart  A mind left in shards  It is the mother in her  That will always remember Remembrance
in Open on 5/19/05
Song of the GiantThe moon shone bright, the clouds flew by, and the world seemed at peace, comfortably tucked in under this blanket of soothing darkness called night. Down by the lakes and forest ponds a mirror image of this tranquility was formed. Striving hard, they did, to make their wet surfaces reflect the beauty back up at the universe. But something lay uneasy this night…  Beneath the shield that guarded the way into the world an ancient face gazed up longingly. Although, how its milky white eyes knew what to search for was anyone’s guess.  Nevertheless, light flickered in those orbs as they moved back forth. Something had caused Song of the Giant
in Fantasy on 5/18/05
Grey silver moonlightLo! There she stands  Upon the ridge of solitude  Wrapped in grey silver  She dons the moonlight like a cloak  Her eyes could be yearning  I cannot be sure  But such a smirk on her face  I must surely look the fool!  Was there a hint of desperation?  Is she clinging to life?  I cannot help it  But must find out why  For if I should blink  She might well pass me by  And I will not have it  For a more curious creature  I have yet to find Grey silver moonlight
in Spoken Word on 6/29/04

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