Loading ...Klaudius over at Klaudius.org picked up the Google Haiku I wrote, which were largely ignored… no, wait, make that wholly ignored (my Mercury Hymn was only largely ignored), by the Shattered Prayerians. Thanks Klaudius, for showing such fine taste in Haiku, and I apologise from the bottom of my heart for butchering such an intricate art of wordsmithing. A ping goes out to Klaudius.
Ping.
My Google Haiku
were ignored by my friends but
Klaudius liked them.
I reworked my logo over on Noumenal. I stuck with the same Fallen Lucifer theme, but used Burne-Jones rather than Dore. Why? Because Dore’s Fall of Lucifer just looks…. fallen. Whereas Burne-Jones’ Fall of Lucifer looks more like a triumphant procession. Well, sort of triumphant. Sort of in a hurry.
“Hurry up”, Lucifer says, “before He changes His mind!”
I’d be in a hurry too. Why is it the only people who want to spend eternity with Jehovah are complete assholes. Like Jerry Falwell. And George Bush.
Hold up there, Lucifer, wait for me!
And for a clearer indication of the type of people who really really want to spend eternity with Jehovah, see Conservapedia and my personal favorite, God-Tube.
You may also want to see Wired’s blog about God-Tube. Here’s a line about Charlie, a creationist with a video on God-Tube:
Charley is also puzzled by the woodpecker’s long tongue:
“What are you going to do with a tongue seven times longer than your head?”
You know, as someone not bound by the moral coda of an invisible old man who lives on a cloud, I can think of several ways that would come in handy.
Me too!
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I ignored your post
Not out of some sort of spite
But from busy-ness
Mississippi calls
Constantly from my dumb job
But I don’t like it
The gift of poetry
Is in dreams; no words
repeated in vain.
Without words,
It is to say
It will outlive the day.
But you might want to know,
We’d whistle incentively from our scaffolds
At anything less below!
With R the P gone
and Mojo busy with school
I am so lonely
But Bas has arrived
with Tahitimas music -
all I really need!
See Noumenal for
the latest music review
of Tahitimas
Liagniappes are no good
If you don’t want to be there
For the main dinner.
That’s the way I feel
Being in Mississippi
For my frakking job.
Don’t cry for me, Che.
I’ll return to my old life
Because this one sucks.
I mean the pay’s good
But that’s really all I can say
About working here.
And seeing N’Awlins is
good every now and again
But is it worth it?
But better a bad
job than looking anew for
Employment elsewhere.
There’s nothing better
Than a whiny white gay guy
Complaining on here!
Che formerly said
Buck up and quit your whining
It is annoying!
Those were some good times
to be friends with Che down South
Stunning the whole world!
Che deserves better!
Pay her for tarot readings!
No more Mom and Don!
Che,It was a good idea for writing haiku about user experience. And now, what a feast of friends with beautiful words!
Welcome Klaudius,
thank you for visiting.
We’re all friendly here.
Well we like to think
we’re very friendly people.
Really we’re perverts.
I’m very sorry
you hate your job, R the P.
Buck up, get another
Your white guy problems
are still a problem for you
because you are white
I wish you the best.
I’d make you a conjure bag,
but you’re too skeptic
I hope you find joy
and money in addition,
and have all you want.
At least you’ve got Mojo
to keep you warm in the night.
My ex is an ass.
Meanwhile I languish
in a Cherry Blossom town
drowning in pinkness
Pink is everywhere-
pancakes and aprons abound.
Dogs dress like people.
I miss the old days
when worries were few and small
and drugs plentiful
But then we got old;
drugs became too much trouble.
Doughnuts are better.
Welcome Klaudius,
hope we didn’t scare ya much.
Really we’re harmless
Greatings Klaudius!
Bringer of new words!
Rock our boat!
Only harm here is mention
of pancakes in pink.
Yuk!
And Richard’s complaints
I take with compassion,
for he’s the only Richard i know.
And Mojo,
If spirit’s sinking low,
Think pink pancake.
Che,
No..
No haiku enough.
Coffee.
You never know what
Will bring people here looking.
Blog Haiku? Who knew?