��������������������������������������������������������������������������� ݱ27 Nov 89��������������������_ROR_-_ALUCARD_������������������������� ް � � A ް � This is the 2nd collection of Poems � ް � that I have collected from the Electric Pub. A ����߰ � Tfile ް � Written By: Doctor Murdock, Pressed Rat, Reciful, Distribution ް ����� Nighthawk, & William Tell Centere ް � � - RoR - ް � A �_____________________________________________________________________ް � � Shawn-Da-Lay Boy Productions, Inc.����������������������������������ް ��������������������������������������������������������������������������ް ���The�Pirates'�Hollow�-�415/236/2371��The�Electric�Pub�-�415/236/4380���� From :Pressed Rat #189 To:Doc Murdock Subject :Goooooooooo Get 'Er! DateTime:6:53 pm Tue Oct 24, 1989 (C:\TAGS\MSGS\A-28920.1) To once and future froods: More zillyness. I jumped into my handy cart and sailed down Durant. I rushed and roared and bumped and jumped and almost lost my pant. I screamed at all the passersby and showed to them my smile I hit a ramp and almost flew a seventh quarter mile. And when I'd reached, oh, sixty five would do it, I would say, Went off the Berkeley Pier I did and flew into the Bay. The Bay how dark it was, and then I saw beneath the waves All manner of discarded things abounding in the caves, Including pots and pans and goats and oscillating scraps Of pending plibber-bobber-flots and cyclotropic flaps. I'll never do this thing again, I swear now unto thee, Because I never want to view again what's under-sea. Disgusting as it was I now believe I've learned my bit; Our San Francisco Bay looks nice but's really full of shit. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= From :Nighthawk #193 To:Pressed Rat. . Subject :How. . . DateTime:11:16 pm Tue Oct 24, 1989 (C:\TAGS\MSGS\A-28907.1) The fuck am I sposed to comete with THAT. . .yer a poet dood (can I hire you to write lyrics!!) well lesse what I can come up with. . I met you by accident but when I did, baby It changed my life They said we'd never make it We proved them all wrong Not one of them doubted (after a while) that when we said "I love you" there was anything held back. But I had to leave, We shared some hopes, some dreams, some laughs, some good times, and bad. It hurt so much to say goodbye but we both knew it had to be that way. Now you've found someone new. I hope he'll love you the same way I did. Good luck honey, I still love you, I can't help it. We don't know what the future will bring Whether we'll be together or apart. .We'll never really know for sure. If our goodbye was forever Thank you for what we had. If it wasn't thank you for what will be. so it doesn't rhyme. . . -----Nighthawk----- =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= From :The Fez #192 To:All Subject :I'll give it a spin DateTime:11:03 am Wed Oct 25, 1989 (C:\TAGS\MSGS\A-28902.1) let's see... Spinning, my brain is gyrating in a sea of... green only the prime and optiman can save me froom this hell that i'm falling into but i don't mind because the light hurts my eyess and i'm blinded by the noise of the flowers where shal i be when i'm not where i should be and my life is folding into the springs which hold me up at night? life is at an end... no but what can end that has never begun and has never been able to be or defined the stream of my grey thoughts is spilled through my fingers a n d i n a l i n e to the dark faces of insanity and the Flying Eyeball stares through my world into my reality. --THE F�Z-- =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= From :Reficul #196 To:All Subject :Yo yo yo Boyeeee! DateTime:12:30 am Thu Oct 26, 1989 (C:\TAGS\MSGS\A-28886.1) (you are now about to witness the stupidity of REFICUL) Straight outta RAT HEAD, crazy tetris addict named Reficul, from the gang called Rodents With Attitude! I gotta Food Fite, I like computer light, I call up the mother fuckin' METH BOAT all night! (grab your jock and tell all those Sucker M.C.'s to get off your tip) chicka chicka swcrath chic chica swcrath! Word, REFICUL =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= From :Sir Death #1 To:All You Knobs.... Subject :Jeez... DateTime:10:50 pm Thu Oct 26, 1989 (C:\TAGS\MSGS\A-28876.1) You are ALL so damn impressive. I can't write stuff like that! Sigh... [Mithrils - POEMS -] [65] Read:(1-82,,A,N,P,R,S,Q,?): From :Pressed Rat #189 To:Sir Death #1 Subject :Goddamn It You Self-Downer DateTime:11:38 pm Thu Oct 26, 1989 (C:\TAGS\MSGS\A-28870.1) Yes you can post stuff like that! Just throw, man! By posting that you can't you only strengthen your writerz block... N ighthawk : (fuck the line noise conspiracy) You oughta publish yer love poems FEZ : I seen you stoned, that poem is you. I like it. Enough Praise! Eating braised bananas Neath the forest of the sun I paused to raise my panas When the day had just begun. We talked and slept and floodled on Into the restless day; I rolled upon the moistened grass Abstaining in the way. I lost my sock, I found my time To go upon the roof; But then of course I had a horse Accomplishing my spoof. end here =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= From :Reficul #196 To:All Subject :spliffer maddness DateTime:8:04 pm Fri Oct 27, 1989 (C:\TAGS\MSGS\A-28861.1) Oh the wafting smoke twisting turning my yerning the spliff is there waiting my body quivering shivering I raise the life to my lips warmth glowing flowing smoke fills my lungs breathing deeply sleepy I become later on in the night I can smile but only for a while... my yearning goes on... REFICUL =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= From :Nighthawk #193 To:All Subject :. . . DateTime:2:20 am Sat Oct 28, 1989 (C:\TAGS\MSGS\A-28857.1) Does she know. . .how can I tell? Will she care if she does. . what will she think what will she do. . If I ever get the courage to ask her to make it a "me and you" Will she say yes, and not just for tonight. . . Or when it's all done will she simply say "It's been fun" Will she say no You're not my type Or make up some silly unbeliveable excuse Or will she laugh. . or scream or run What will she do quoth I to me As I st and pondered it, I asked to myself WHy not find out you suffering lout? Quit asking these questions and get to the one that counts! Send up some courage and just ask her out! Partially dedicated to The Ghost User The rest to me and any other guys out there who have ever been cursed by the lack of balls. -----Nighthawk----- =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= From :Pressed Rat #189 To:Jah Love Peoples All Aroun Da Net Subject :"I wana kiss u all over"-Queen DateTime:9:31 am Sat Oct 28, 1989 (C:\TAGS\MSGS\A-28854.1) Til the night rushes in... Shit, I just CANT resist: here's more boyeee +--------------------------+ ! Drawping the FonnkySplop ! +--------------------------+ Madness in the funhouse, Madness at the shore. My dear, if I act strange enough, Would you show me how to snore? I want to take a little fish And throw it 'round the world I'll never throw it hard enough To show you how I've curled. These things come very suddenly, I hope they don't offend, It's just that I want to take a Number 12 Left Skyhook to that Horde of Strudel Men. +---------------------------------------+ ! Ahhhh, ... I... Feel Free... (Cream) ! +---------------------------------------+ PsycheFunkaPressed Rat-Moop =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= From :William Tell #5 To:All Subject : DateTime:10:31 am Sun Oct 29, 1989 (C:\TAGS\MSGS\A-28838.1) wow...decent poetry dudes. ------------------------------ There's a cool breeze in my room Nighthawk is still passed out What a fucking idiot he is Why didn't he just go home WFT =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= From :Reficul #196 To:William... Subject :Poetry DateTime:8:13 pm Sun Oct 29, 1989 (C:\TAGS\MSGS\A-28827.1) beautiful, I couldn't help but laugh when I read that! Damn I wish I could've seen that...oh well, I guess I'll just have to get drunk with him myself. REFICUL-=IRP=- =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= From :Nighthawk #193 To:Reficul Subject :I'll take you up! DateTime:10:55 pm Sun Oct 29, 1989 (C:\TAGS\MSGS\A-28824.1) On that offer Manny ! lesse. . .can I put this into pseudo-verse. . . I set forth early one October eve. To have fun with my friends Over at the 'Swedes' There was Vodka and Rum, Margaritas, Daquiris and beer. . How could I resist, I had to have some. Zoe was there, and Steve and Eric too. . They remembered me in Berkeley But I wasn't feeling very blue. I awoke in the morning (Though it was nearl��y noon) and helped Bill while talking to Zoe. I was abandoned in Albany, A fate with which I could cope. Bart got me home, at 1 this afternoon. -----Nighthawk----- =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= From :The Fez #192 To:Everyone And No One Subject :Sewde's party DateTime:11:41 am Mon Oct 30, 1989 (C:\TAGS\MSGS\A-28814.1) We were all dreading the weekend we knew it would be a bore, 'til decided to go te Swede's house and have alcohol galore But it was already way past seven And no sight of the 'snatcher's car What could we do without him when he was buying the bar? But finally he came, Swede and he bought the stuff Four 12-packs, cheap wine in a box Vodka, rum ,tequila, and mixes for nine people, It was more than enough. --more to follow, at a later date --THE FEZ-- =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= From :Pressed Rat #189 To:The Fez #192 Subject :...may I add a verse? Yes. DateTime:8:10 pm Mon Oct 30, 1989 (C:\TAGS\MSGS\A-28803.1) RE: Sewde's party And then when Micah4 arrived We had a killer time Just asking him what day it was And spinning on a dime Oh we had a little thing in Alameda There was janet, there was biff, and there was Tad, Oh we had a little thing in Alameda And Roger never made it from the pad. Oh we had to leave old Roger on the sofa, Oh we had to leave old Roger on the couch, And the reason that we had to leave old Roger on the futon Was that Roger couldn't get out of the house. So it rhymes not. Ah, me [Mithrils - POEMS -] [74] Read:(1-82,,A,N,P,R,S,Q,?): From :Rabid Liberal #9 To:Hahaha Pr Subject :yep DateTime:9:31 am Tue Oct 31, 1989 (C:\TAGS\MSGS\A-28795.1) There was a little party down in Albany there was Will and the was Zoe there was Josh there was a little party down in albany and josh will and zoe got really squashed oh there was a little party down in albay and josh was so squashed that he ate 2 kielbasa dead cow penii from pot God then he went to a larger party down in berkeley and stayed their till pretty early iin the morning Another non-rhyming version of the Cal Drinking Song =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= From :Doctor Murdock #2 To:All Subject :Life and the Beerz within DateTime:6:02 pm Tue Oct 31, 1989 (C:\TAGS\MSGS\A-28789.1) Icka Icka Shooz boy was a dude He met a girl that was in the mood He unzipped his pant and said HI She laughed so hard she had to cry He said, BITCH! She gave another snitch He killed her with a blow to the head She said nothin cuuuz....she was dead. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= From :William Tell #5 To:Heheheheh Subject : DateTime:12:34 pm Thu Nov 02, 1989 (C:\TAGS\MSGS\A-28780.1) Oh, I had a little party down in Albany There was beer, and rum, and vodka, and Josh's buds. Oh, I had little party UP in Albany, And I ended up just puking up my guts While most of the Posse left with Zoe Ratsnacther had climb over the gate And the reason why they had to leave old Roger at the Party Was that Roger was in a twisted drunken state. For the Pot God, For the Pot God.... =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= From :Pressed Rat #189 To:All Subject :Sorry! DateTime:1:52 pm Thu Nov 02, 1989 (C:\TAGS\MSGS\A-28776.1) Yeah, it was Albany not Alameda! Fuck Me... Ie wase oute whene Ie rote thate. It's living now and sliming Just inside our bathroom door We once had wished to keep it climbing But now we are no more. It GOT us all, it killed us with Its homicidal tongue, It rolled into our mental myth And dosed us with Hot Fun. We wonder now what happened then And murmur over this; How one such blob of now and zen Could send us all to Dis. laff sum mo, Rab! -----> Opressed Oreal Orat =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= From :Rabid Liberal #9 To:Sheiiiiiiiiiit Subject :i s laffing! DateTime:11:32 am Fri Nov 03, 1989 (C:\TAGS\MSGS\A-28759.1) i is laughin OK? Sokay, sallright. I need weed.. Anyone have any? [Mithrils - POEMS -] [79] Read:(1-82,,A,N,P,R,S,Q,?): From :William Tell #5 To:Rab Subject :not me DateTime:5:17 pm Sat Nov 04, 1989 (C:\TAGS\MSGS\A-28727.1) I don't need weed....CAL FUCKING BEAT ARIZONA!!!! Beer is awesome for now! [Mithrils - POEMS -] [80] Read:(1-82,,A,N,P,R,S,Q,?): From :Doctor Murdock #2 To:All Subject :lalala DateTime:11:26 am Sat Nov 11, 1989 (C:\TAGS\MSGS\A-28639.1) I once could drink Beer I once good eat good food Now all of it I throw... And to the Marines Corps I GO! Lalalala..hello mister Blood pressure Lalalala..I hate you, do you see? Lililili..I would stab you with a knife... Lililili..but that would kill me. Hic hic..one day I willd rink you Beer, again Burp Burp..for that day I can hardly wait Hic hic..I'll drink you too, 'Ol lovely JD Burp burp..and pukin will feel GREAT! For now I need a womin.. So I can rut her oh so fine.. A girl..maybe a Tomboy...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU U �tz�'�[�l�ye?*��������Z�����A~�l=���U��XQ3����q���]Rʙ�� ��.�k =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= THE DANCER __________ The black figurine comes to all who call it's name and tells the story with it's dance of death and silent song. It twirls and twirls, agile as the shadow it comes from and lulls you with it's majestic waltz. The dancer awaits. Touch it's hand and join the dancer. And live throughout eternity. Touch it's hand and feel the soothing black colour your soul. And then you will pain no more. The dancer awaits. Doctor Murdock RoR 11-27-89 =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Distributed in part by: Skeleton Crue 415-376-8060 located out of Moraga, California. !!Get on the band wagon before it RUNS YOU DOWN!! The very LAST bastion of Abusive Thought in all of the Suburbian West Coast... 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