Talk to Transformer

Rofl

Sheets of empty canvas
Untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me
As her body once did
All five horizons
Revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed
Has taken a turn.

I watch her rise from the ground

Her feet step on my seeds.

If I could only take one wing

I would walk across the sky

With her I would fly.

Love, Robin

Tells the girl the story of Death

Who dances on her shoulders

Her hair and clothes stand on end

At the whisper of words.

The boy bursts into tears.

His lover is dead

She told him she would never die

She tells the boy she will never leave him.

The boy cries out in a wail

Because he loves her so

But love doesn't help

To cope with reality

And he is dead.

Aruba, Jamaica, oh I want to take ya
Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama
Key Largo, Montego, baby why don't we go

Las Vegas, hey baby mama

Buenos Aires, Espana, why don't we get started

Iceland, that's a dream come true

The Fiji islands, this one time I'm gonna call ya

The Maldives, let's not hold our breath

The Gambia, call me mama

Latvia, I want to show you off to the world

The Marshall Islands, didja hear about baby?

New Zealand, with that hottie

Costa Rica, let's call it a safari

Ukraine

lol @ let's not hold our breath

Ain't found a way to kill me yet
Eyes burn with stinging sweat
Seems every path leads me to nowhere
Wife and kids, household pet
Army green was no safe bet
The bullets scream to me from somewhere close

Never really gave a flying fuck, to tell you the truth

Found it's a damn shit storm with no end in sight

"Cody and King?"

His Brother Sheldrick was brought up on the same distillery night

On the other side of town, where the scene was darker and deadlier

All the same. Cody had been holding his own

Grimy young soldier. He hadn't gotten used to the scars

And his hands hadn't gotten used to the blood

When their moms died, his world changed

Night on the water, it was down low

His father put the gun to his head and pulled the trigger

Blood rushed to his neck as he blinked

He said "there's too much regret in my soul"

But he was never able to quite piece the puzzle together

The chain gunning that pulled him from life into death

Was what finally put a halt to his story

Your eyes start to bleed

The tumor grows and it kills

Their hearts stop and their voices die

But they don't go to sleep

I took my time creeping up on them

Smoke on the bar gets thicker as I step closer

They never noticed I was there

I took out my rifle and pulled the trigger

Blood roared in my ears and took my breath away

If my brain got to much like my heart

It would fail me in the end

Cody's head crunched like a cheese cracker

The back of his head exploded like it was a melon

Laughing, a cold laugh

Choking back the blood he cried out

You thought it would make me smile

I'll tell you why I didn't

Your face is frozen and a statue

And nothing moves

I'll stare you down for as long as I can

I've seen it all.

The man slowly pushed her behind him

Only to turn and aim at Cody

A gun that seemed to come straight from the underworld

Jabs into the man's neck

The big man gave a little yelp of surprise

The bullet buried itself in his throat

And the dead man fell to his knees

He pulled the trigger and the man fell to the ground.

Cody scrambled for his own gun

Shotgun, his mind screamed. He grabbed it and turned

The man never got to see it, but the second he spun

The gun flew out of Cody's hands.

As the second man yelled in a gruff voice.

He pulled the trigger and Cody fell to the ground.

The two men stood over the boy, who was still holding the rifle.

Cody closed his eyes as his life left his body

Every day I go to bed dying

Every day I wake up to a gunshot wound

I did what I had to do

Just so you know

The two men stood over the boy, who was still holding the rifle.

Cody closed his eyes as his life left his body.

A smile that showed all of their teeth

For them to hear, and that I'm alive

Still breathing in some way

Not in the normal sense of the word

But,

When I feel the cold metal press up against my hand

And when the pressure gets too much,

I look into the eyes of the man across the room

I tell him to give me another bullet

And he does

And I let the first man slip away

And kill the other

And then he kills me

And says "I knew you couldn't run"

I've been left with nothing.

The rifle and bullets

^I had to keep pressing "generate text" on this one. It was like a cliffhanger every time it would stop in the middle of a sentence.

The Kokomo one is all time.

Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around, and hurt you

Never gonna call again
I'm still here after all these years

I will always be in your heart
Even when we're apart

You'll be in mine
Before you know it

I'll be too old for you
In a blink of an eye

I pulled into Nazareth, was feelin' about half past dead
I just need some place where I can lay my head
"Hey, mister, can you tell me where a man might find a bed?"
He just grinned and shook my hand, "no" was all he said

Take a load off Fanny
Let her rock 'n' rock her
when she's weary I laid down

Grabbed ahold of her by the hair
'Til she come to a rest
Her head, it was beat up from all that rockin'
No such thing as too much rockin'

I looked up from the floor,
She laid there all beautiful

😬

I'll be too old for you
In a blink of an eye

She came from Greece
She had a thirst for knowledge
She studied sculpture
At St Martin's college

Never to be recognized

Her lovers were John Stratton Hawley, Sir Philip Sidney, Sir Thomas Browne

She drank tea with Gascoigne

Her last friend was W. W. Hurst

She believed in God

She had great faith in the benefits of tea

She died and left all her possessions to her dear friend

She was buried in

A Protestant Cemetery

That's where I
Caught her eye

And while Lenin read a book on Marx
A quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died
We were singin' bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' "This'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die"

So we buried them in the damp sand
"I'll be back" said the undertaker
"Somebody's gonna pay"
His first trip to Russia
He preached to the orthodox
"We're not a religious bunch, but they are
You should see their churches
Only need one bell, they ring it 19 times
And then they start again

I will always be a sailor, when I go down to sea
And I'll always be a sailor, when I go down to sea
When I go down to sea
"Do you know, I think I love you"
"Well, I do too"

O Superman. O judge. O Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad.
O Superman. O judge. O Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad.
Hi. I'm not home right now. But if you want to leave a
message, just start talking at the sound of the tone.
Hello? This is your Mother. Are you there? Are you
coming home?
Hello? Is anybody home? Well, you don't know me,
but I know you.
And I've got a message to give to you.
Here come the planes.

Here come the planes.

You can take that. You can take that.

Are you there? Are you there?

Hello?

I have to say, I was so scared. When I got there, it was

just a maelstrom of smoke. I have to say, I was so scared. When I got there, it was just a maelstrom of smoke.

You must be where all of these people died. Your hair looks

so cute. You must be where all of these people died. Your hair looks So cute.

What do you think, kiddo? What do you think, kiddo?

Ah, now here come the cops. Now here come the cops.

That's right, our boys in blue. Our boys in blue.

They're going to make sure there's no more trouble. That's right, our boys in blue. They're going to make sure there's no more trouble.

The problem is, I don't understand what's happening. I don't understand what's happening.

I don't know what's happening.

Where are you, Mom?

Mom? Where are you?

These are good

Anderson’s aim as a lyricist is pretty much what Transformer does

Rosenbergs, H-Bomb, Sugar Ray, Panmunjom
Brando, The King And I, and The Catcher In The Rye
Eisenhower, Vaccine, England's got a new queen
Marciano, Liberace, Santayana goodbye

We didn't start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world's been turning

Roger Ailes, Apprentice
Eisenhower, Dr. Strangelove
Brando, Dylan Thomas, On The Waterfront
Rosenbergs, Dust Bowl, W.E.B. Du Bois goodbye
Eisenhower, Michael Douglas in An Affair To Remember

Eisenhower, Twilight Zone, The Devil And Daniel Webster goodbye
Brando, The Godfather, and the War
Brando, Donahue, the Great Santini goodbye
Schultz, Donahue, and Some Mother's Boy
Eisenhower, Downtown Abbey, and The Guns Of Navarone

that just about scans

In the timbers of Fennario, the wolves are running round
The winter was so hard and cold, froze ten feet 'neath the ground
Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me
Please, don't murder me

Please, don't murder me

I've heard such horrible rumours; the Wolves' teeth on a bone
Sleds loaded with old woman's groceries, then they flee
For my own, it doesn't matter if you are eating
It won't be as interesting if your death was easy, but it will be sadder

I will fall asleep on a bed of thistles, on the road by a forest lake
Please don't murder me, please don't murder me

Please, don't murder me
Please, don't murder me
Please, don't murder me
Please, don't murder me
Please, don't murder me

Please

Dig if you will a picture
Of you and I engaged in a kiss

My wayward Adam, how could I

Disappoint you?

What’s left of my dignity,

I thought you’d be proud of me

Or should I add a tear of pride

To your tough boy’s eyes?

Your nerves up tight

‘Cause I’m in your territory,

But I was so wrong

About the ease of it

At least for now

The balance of it all

Is never changing

I love that you’re seeing the light

Not taking no for an answer

You, I know you well

You’re on to it

You’re a little lightheaded

And think to yourself

“This is crazy, man.

I’m probably getting arrested”

I know exactly how you feel

But don’t let those cops see

incredible

They do what they want to do, say what they want to say
Live how they want to live, play how they want to play
Dance how they want to dance, kick and the slap a friend

But they’re bound to love our land

And to leave for other worlds

Like dancing, dancing and leaving for other worlds

Like dancing and leaving for other worlds

Like dancing and leaving for other worlds

A few years ago, when we were at the Phil Phan residence watching Star Trek: The Next Generation for the first time, Adam, Ari and I had a conversation about what it meant to be a Trekkie.

And it hit me: What do Trekkies do that Star Wars fans didn’t do? If you were a Star Wars fan and you were sitting in the living room watching a movie about other worlds, what did you do? You drew your lightsaber, you waved it around, you blew your nose with your bacta tank, you hit your forehead, you played Wookie ball, you smacked your cupped hands together and shouted “KAA-CHOOO” at every little blip on the TV. That’s what you did.

But if you were a Trekkie, you followed the show, you collected the cards, you brought your figures, you wrote fan-fiction, you copied the episode numbers on your mailboxes, you owned your favorite ships. You followed a show you loved.

...the Addams Family

XP XD

Goodbye my friend, it's hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky
Now that the spring is in the air
Pretty girls are everywhere
Think of me and I'll be there

We had joy, we had fun
We had seasons in the sun

'Cause that's what I thought I wanted

All the rest of my life

Because I'm a glutton for punishment

All the riches I ever needed

For the rest of my life

'Cause when I die

I will go out and take the whole world with me

'Cause that's what I thought I wanted

So give up on trying to run away

You may not be able to change the world

You may not even be able to change your mind

But I can

it's a little bit funny
this feeling inside
I'm not one of those
Who can easily hide
you know what I mean

I find it hard to pretend

and to be a hero

I wanna be a bad boy

* * *

I am who I am

and it's the same old story

I get a bit like this

It's just some problem

but I got no one to talk to

a bit like the angel in the song

I need someone to talk to

my dirty little secret

and I need them to be dirty too

I need someone to tell me how to dress

I need someone to show me how to feel

I need someone to tell me how to live

and how to die

And how to get in and get out

* * *

I know it's a cheesy song

but it's the best one you could have on your debut

for some

Oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh
Here comes the hammer

Yes, this is a mission that I'm on
Taking out the weak on the microphone
'Cause I'm hype
So don't talk about the hard hitting hammer
'Cause I'm rollin' in the Park

Nah, it's a bigger mission here

Only one problem is I don't think I'm into rock music

But I know I'm into music

So you might ask what my genres are, you don't know

I'm goin' in the cold

I'm goin' in the deep

Make it thaw, what's your name

Lethal mix

I'm into hip-hop and ska and metal and I do disco

I'm coming to the club with a gang

Get the party started

they're the world's most fearsome fighting team
they're heroes in a half-shell and they're green

they're bound to be a thing of beauty

altered only slightly, in the case of Scrappy Doo

scrappy doo might be a hero but he's just plain scrappy

a bit careless and unfailingly optimistic

also generally a git

He also talks a lot about how we learn. "Do not let anyone" as the narrator of the show put it so elegantly and good-naturedly, let anyone "sell you anything." (It's a clear warning, one we must heed and emulate, for that is the lesson that made Mr. Rogers so well liked in the first place.) This theme is fundamental to Fred Rogers: we must learn how to discern which good and benign messages come from the media, and which ones come from the media as its own sort of monster.

The brand of friendliness is particularly interesting and appealing. Despite his obvious shortcomings as an employer, the carefree spirit of the production team, the absolute veracity of the messages and the universality of his character, Mr. Rogers always displayed a genuine warmth and caring for the folks on his show, and an affinity for children in general. His job and occupation really were a model of good, loving parenting. He took his work seriously, but never himself.

Water dripping from the pipes down in the basement
Bare feet on a concrete floor
Notches on the wall of my solitary cell
Sweat dripping out of every pore of my body

The smell of damp, rotting wood

Wet cold and dead silence

Exhausted eyes

Unquenchable thirst

Desperate need to break through the wall

To no avail.

Muffled muttering and screams

Spare patches of light through the cracks

A patterned carpet of dank

Blinding white and dread

I will make him pay.

I will burn him to the ground.

I will drag his blood to the grave

O_O!

fish don't fry in the kitchen
beans don't burn on the grill

I am not going to punish you if you spill some beer on the deck

don't expect me to cover up your love affair with wrestling, but you are going to have to stop letting me hold your hand

unless you are paying for dinner, the restaurant is not going to send you a bill

I will tell you that the cheese is melted, but it's still OK to eat it anyway

I will not become enraged when you run through

When you're sliding into first
And you feel something burst through your head

You just want to fly away.

When you're smiling

Your face looks good, even through your bloodshot eyes.

And when you're dancing

And you feel something burst through your head

Your body just wants to fly away.

This is the song of the trolley car

Of the yellow school bus.

When you're leaving

The classroom

Of learning, for the bright lights of New York City.

When you're on the porch

Feces just started sliding out of my butthole, and going onto the floor. My girlfriend was screaming as she saw the poo filling up the kitchen floor. My girlfriend had also drank some of the wine on the kitchen table and she started complaining about how strong it tasted. By the time my friends and I got to the police station I was completely wasted and in a lot of pain.

The police took me away, but before they did anything my girlfriend and her friends threw up all over the police car!

Grades really took a beating when I was a high school freshman in 1973 and I got a DUI from a night at a bar (my cousin got me the job).

I remember coming home and running into my room, and dropping my stuff. I took off my shoes and pants and threw my clothes at my door. I just laid down on the floor and started puking. I puked until I was tired. I remember thinking: If I had to go through this all again, I would not drink.

As I am an anarchist, the thought of being accountable for an impaired thought sounds exciting to me, but once I am under the influence, I will do just about anything (often in the line of duty), and I think I'm actually on to something. The government should legalize mental health and social services in an effort to save us from ourselves.

Alcohol and Drugs

Tyler D. Lyle

Michael Appleton

Brian Rubin

Does anybody remember the DALL-E Mini craze of June 2022? It was awesome, although most of the results looked like smudged Francis Bacon paintings. I'm sure much more efficient DALL-E drones will become available by then, but for now, I've got a DALL-A in a backpack, and I'm ready to go. The fact that it will go from $399 to $399 in 2022 doesn't bother me at all.

So, the Second Coming will be on its way in a couple of years, assuming our lunatic President is not in jail or doing a nine-month stint at The White House Hotel after having what the media won't tell us is an "old-fashioned" meltdown and his supporters are still telling us that the mainstream media is the enemy of America. Whatever. I'm going to be in Kenya by then and will be taking copious notes.

In the meantime, I've been researching certain projects for the time when the U.S. decides to stop being a superpower and become a semi-apocalyptic after-hours restaurant, which means my 2020 book project isn't going to happen. Or the trade policy book I was working on last year. We might be doomed. Who

Aruba, Jamaica, oh I want to take ya
Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama
Key Largo, Montego, baby why don't we go

Las Vegas, hey baby mama

Buenos Aires, Espana, why don't we get started

Iceland, that's a dream come true

The Fiji islands, this one time I'm gonna call ya

The Maldives, let's not hold our breath

The Gambia, call me mama

Latvia, I want to show you off to the world

The Marshall Islands, didja hear about baby?

New Zealand, with that hottie

Costa Rica, let's call it a safari

Ukraine

― Hannibal Lecture (PBKR), Tuesday, 5 October 2021 11:45 (eight months ago) link

Ukraine 😶

Thank you for reviving that excessively funny post.

Hey, Mr tambourine man, you playing our party!’

Bollocks.

I stopped just in time.

I looked at the door.

I didn’t like the way they were looking at me.

As if I’d pissed in the water cooler, or something.

I didn’t like the look of those.

They were always looking at me that way, like they’d have a camera on me all the time.

I hated it.

I wondered if there was something wrong with me.

I mean, they thought I was strange and all, what with the music and all.

They probably thought I was an idiot.

What was I?

Some kind of fucking freak?

Why the hell did they think they had a party if I was in it?

Hell, if

I think we should poll the lines in that Kokomo

The Gambia, call me mama

"The Maldives, let's not hold our breath" is genius, but so is the awkward stop after Ukraine

That wasn’t by design. It just stopped, as it does

Oh I know.

the Kokomo one is kinda killing me

Pumps and a bump
Pumps and a bump
We like the girls’ wall-mounted pumps because you can turn the pump around and the whole system snaps into place with a single push. It can also fit in tighter spaces and, with four outlets, we can pump from one wall-mounted outlet and run the whole system with just one battery pack. The main component, a pump, sits right on the wall and is simple to mount, and the removable battery pack sits on the floor right in front of the pump. The batteries last a little longer than the battery in your iPhone, but we were able to pump just as much, and the pumps themselves do not heat up much more than a normal household

Do you have the time
to listen to me whine?

Why don't I go to

the law and

save my butt

laughing?

"Vacation and

vacuuming

for me

take me away

and I will

do it all myself.

You don't

have the

time to be

showered

in stinking

cat

poop

because

you are vacuuming.

You take me

who am allergic

to feces

to your rented

farmhouse

Where are you taking

me?

Vacuum,

I have a plastic bag

for you

say thank you and

throw it

This is just to say

that I have eaten a lot of bananas today.

It all started when I was in the kitchen of the British & Irish Club today making lunch.

I was looking for a banana and then found the stash in the drawer of a small filing

really digging https://app.inferkit.com/demo

The ways so rapid,

Where through the world we alone go;

And never, never, so afeard

To look at that eye.

At us it might feed, —

But at others it sees nothing.

Chorus.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42027948