ColonialBob

The Adventures of Colonial Bob
2002-09-09 06:05:10 (UTC)

Sliver of Moon that floated through Dusk

You never know WT FUCK is going to go down in a city of
dreams.. welllll.... dream dream dream little one. I've
never owned a playstation and I think that's a good thing.
One time, some time ago there was a princess. She had a
crown and had a glorious smile. She walked through the door
and opened up her mouth to say something quite QUITE inane.
If there was anything substanitial to report I would report
it, trust me. I've never seen Gone With the Wind. Never had
the stomach for it, but I have a gut ya know?
Ok.
I wonder how it is that all the beautiful wonderful people
gathered on AmericanIdol. It seems funny to me that they
were all so perfectly pop. Is there not an aria that is
sung by a person who has not the perfect American features?
I'm infatuated with Bela Bartok.

http://w3.rz-berlin.mpg.de/cmp/bartok_violin_con1.html

THought that he could write my perfect song. Maybe he has
but I've jut no heard it the way it was meant to be heard.
A music teacher told me that Bela was playing the blues:
I-IV-V

1.0 SOUND: [TICK TOCK]---
MERCY:
It wasn’t raining yet.
The factories that covered the horizon were 2-d as hell. It
was a Northern town in which I lived, and worked and
played. The Puritans had become humdrum, the Church another
rave.
I enjoy my work.
I work for Shelly Cannon.
I’d met her several years ago.
I did not always work for Shelly Cannon.
I used to work for my landlord.
Oh mercyboy what a web you’ve weaved.
Pretty fix this whole thing.
A wise man once told me that tears were like diamonds… That
each one is worth Not a lick without its setting. One could
debate the finer points of this statement, I presume, but
suffice it to say that I got his drift.
I wasn’t crying anyhow…

2.0 MUSIC [G-2.0] PHIL YOUNG, PHIL HEALY 2 SONGS

ARTBELL___________________---

1.0 MUSIC [A-2] ---


MERCY:
Got a call from my executioner.
He was trying to snap my neck
He had the face of Mr. Millhouse Nixon and was wearing a
silk tie
It was 4:33 in the afternoon.
The sun sat with me
I swallowed thinking that I should miss the sound of my
heart
Like a forest fire running through the forest, I
Like a fire of forest running wild
Like wild fire running through the forest
My heart leaped in response.
These old bones weren't made for this travel
My body ached like cold stone.
I smelled of cold flesh
Every day I lay at this same time.
I won't know what happens tomorrow
I can not care
Eris is my savior she brings me golden wine
She sent a golden apple that made the gods divide.

2.0 SOUND: [SPACE]

3.0 MUSIC [G-2.0]: PHIL YOUNG, PHIL HEALY 1 SONG

I havent heard it just yet, but I think I see what he was
saying to me.
Haven't picked flowers in a very long time except for the 4
o'clocks that wreathed the mint in the rental property at
223. We treated them like weeds. The weather was awesome
today. I enjoyed the sliver of moon that floated through
the dusk. I had something special to say, soeone else said
it better:
"When I wa a kid I used to think that the moon was a
giant's finger nail"
POISON AND KINKS
1.0 SOUND: [SPACE]---
2.0 POETRY: [G-1.0]: HENRY LONG 2 POEMS

MERCY:
It all looked like a set from some twisted musical; this
northern town. It had begun as a small Corporate settlement
of the Gay 90’s and, since then, had hurdled into state of
decadence and debauchery. I liked the town and memory took
me back to where it all began…
I did not know that Regina Kinkaid was coming, but I know
now that it had been part of some weird extension of my
dark dreams: ‘Sometimes the zebra has white stripes’ I
noted.

3.0_MUSIC [A-2]---

MERCY:
I was something of a dreamer. I enjoyed the smell of
crayons and fresh air. Regina Kinkaid arrived just after
lunch, though it came to pass that it was me that arrived
on a platter. She had taken the elevator up from the ground
floor.
Her story had been believable. Mistress Shelly Cannon’s
offices were located on the outskirts of the city, at the
edge of a swathe of fresh water swamps. They were isolated
and not much was known. They lay in a section of our fair
city simply know as ‘The Downs’. The Downs were the
methmining capital of the world. Snaking through this
methmining capital of the world was a river.
You couldn’t swim in it.
You couldn’t drink from it. You couldn’t eat the fish, but
it sure was nice to look at when the traffic jams jammed
you up and you had nothing to taste but exhaust.
We call it ‘the River’.
Sometime during the 12’s The meth-plantations sprung up
along the banks of the River. It was like the Big Easy
without the Mardi Gras. The meth-plants sprung up not quite
like weeds. There was more purpose. The River accessed the
Atlantik. It made a good point of entry and, maybe more
importantly, a good point of departure.
We called it the ‘Atlantik’ with a ‘K” because in this fair
city’s little chunk of ocean there were no fish. The
Corporation used the water to pad their bottom lines. They
poisoned the water.
That’s what the Corporation provided free of charge:
poison.
Poison and Kinks.
But..... I heard this great swinky swanky swing version of
Take me Out to The Ball Game and just....... well I'm going
off now.

Rock On
Imperial Slut




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