17th September 2001
<bgsound src="http://www.maybelogic.org/maybequarterly/04/Chapter10.mp3"> By FuzzBuddy I feel the flow, from head to toe, and do you know it starts to glow and glisten all around. The Blue washes over me, I wish it weren't time to go. If things could move even more slow. To achieve all I want, I need, I crave, looking down my feet aren't pinned, legs not turned to stone. So why am I scared to do the things I really want to. I've got to turn off the T.V. It's sucking the life out of me. I'm human, I have needs and emotion. Is there a potion I can drink... One that doesn't stink? Stop me sinking down the Zinc drane. On board the planes of Astral patterns, I sit cross legg-ed, don't you forget it, the golden chord to my toe, when tugged I know where and go! The pyramids in my eye compelling and strong, but somehow shy. A tear forms in my eye. Myrriads of sparkling light, help me through the night. I want to blink out of sight The Terrorism and thoughts of war. That child just winked. I blink. Montage - sink. Must forget or must remember? blender render, gender bender. Now I see the light, just in front of me. It has chosen the form of a tree. Cryptic clues all around. Is the Universe so simple it's proufound? Strange cigar smoke, healing me. I'd heal myself, but don't smoke. Healthy lungs and all that. Candle light so elegant, through the flames of Chaos. Creation bred sucess, who will be next? Humanity. Similar to locusts, or smarter than that? Society and crime. Which leads which? So Much Magick, so much lesser used. Imagine that! The world's full potential. A kid playing with dynamite, aren't we all? Hippo's and cats and vampire bats, all flew out of the nest. They were hardly dressed and soon under arrest. People squish gnats who aren't very fast. drinking grape juice from on high stools. Secret hideouts, when labelled are comical, the afore mentioned glasses were conical. Wishful thinking, camels 'a stinking Nourishment for the soul. Brain Food. Cat's unstable cradle. Rings a bound A strange sound. The length of the farm. The width of my arm synchronised Saxaphones. clattering Drums. Two or three opposable thumbs nice shaped bums Tongue textured wallpaper. clouds and drums, thunder and mice and all nice sugar. Monosodium glutomate loves chinese food. A brood Mood. Sound fun? Bring the Sun.
By FuzzBuddy
I feel the flow, from head to toe,
and do you know it starts to glow
and glisten all around.
The Blue washes over me,
I wish it weren't time to go.
If things could move even more slow.
To achieve all I want, I need, I crave,
looking down my feet aren't pinned,
legs not turned to stone.
So why am I scared to do the things I really want to.
I've got to turn off the T.V. It's sucking the life out of me.
I'm human, I have needs and emotion.
Is there a potion I can drink...
One that doesn't stink?
Stop me sinking down the Zinc drane.
On board the planes of Astral patterns,
I sit cross legg-ed, don't you forget it,
the golden chord to my toe,
when tugged I know where and go!
The pyramids in my eye
compelling and strong, but somehow shy.
A tear forms in my eye.
Myrriads of sparkling light, help me through the night.
I want to blink out of sight The Terrorism and thoughts of war.
That child just winked.
I blink.
Montage - sink.
Must forget or must remember?
blender render, gender bender.
Now I see the light, just in front of me.
It has chosen the form of a tree.
Cryptic clues all around.
Is the Universe so simple it's proufound?
Strange cigar smoke, healing me.
I'd heal myself, but don't smoke.
Healthy lungs and all that.
Candle light so elegant,
through the flames of Chaos.
Creation bred sucess,
who will be next?
Humanity. Similar to locusts,
or smarter than that?
Society and crime.
Which leads which?
So Much Magick, so much lesser used.
Imagine that! The world's full potential.
A kid playing with dynamite,
aren't we all?
Hippo's and cats and vampire bats,
all flew out of the nest.
They were hardly dressed
and soon under arrest.
People squish gnats who aren't very fast.
drinking grape juice from on high stools.
Secret hideouts, when labelled are comical,
the afore mentioned glasses were conical.
Wishful thinking, camels 'a stinking
Nourishment for the soul. Brain Food.
Cat's unstable cradle.
Rings a bound
A strange sound.
The length of the farm.
The width of my arm
synchronised Saxaphones.
clattering Drums.
Two or three opposable thumbs
nice shaped bums
Tongue textured wallpaper.
clouds and drums,
thunder and mice
and all nice sugar.
Monosodium glutomate loves chinese food.
A brood Mood.
Sound fun?
Bring the Sun.
