NOM STAR wrote:

That's a joke right?

Yes.

minusbaby wrote:

That shit's from 1922.

That's a joke right?

Yes.

I had know idea the poem was posted there.  I also didn't know that I have to be doing topic searches at different forums to be able to post here but I think I get it... ?

haha sorry, I really just wanted a reason to show of my star trek knowledge :P

http://8bc.org/forums/viewtopic.php?id=14433

Worf: There is the Theory of the Moebius, a twist in the fabric of space, where time becomes a loop, from which there is no escape.
Geordi: When we reach that point, whatever happened will happen again.

lol nice quote

I had no idea the poem was posted there.  I also didn't know that I have to be doing topic searches at different forums to be able to post here but I think I get it... ?

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I guess I'll look up John Fante, don't know of him

Nitro, WTH is that?

Authentic canned ham, of course.

That shit's from 1922.

That's a joke right? Bukowski was two years old in 1922.

Nitro, WTH is that?

Also I'll hate on Bukowski 4 Natty: His entire body of writing is just trying to live up to John Fante. Bukowski is like if Fante never edited anything, couldn't get over him self, soaked his whole body of work in booze and misogyny that was really just a bratty plea for who knows what kind of basic help, and only remembered that he was a good writer for about about ten lines every two chapters/five poems. But those ten lines are golden. I'd say that's pretty close to what kind of a writer Bukowski is. Pulp, the last thing he ever wrote, is probably the only good thing he ever wrote.

From: "Dustin Ward" <templetrivia@realtypak.com>
Date: Fri, 26 May 2006 10:54:42 -0300
To: <x@x.x>
Subject: Be happy with it!

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Langdon looked again at the fax an ancient myth confirmed in black and white.
The implications were frightening. He gazed absently through the bay window.
The first hint of dawn was sifting through the birch trees in his backyard,
but the view looked somehow different this morning. As an odd combination of
fear and
exhilaration settled over him, Langdon knew he had no choice
The man led Langdon the length of the hangar. They rounded the corner onto the
runway.

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Date: Sun, 2 Jul 2006 20:05:46 -0700
To: x@x.x
Subject: Re: new jeloa
Reply-To: "Carlitos Fimbres" <car@arcticmail.com>

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Gollums head he jumped, seven feet forward and three in the air; indeed, had he known it, he only just missed cracking his skull on the low arch of the passage.

From: "Morgan Walburn" <walburna@funworld.at>
Date: Wed, 10 May 2006 08:56:22 -0700
To: x@x.x
Subject: Re: the AjMBtEN
Reply-To: "Morgan Walburn"

web site <http://pulevitalozan.com>

Teh Ajmbten As Teh

    Slept
    uneasily with dreams
    in which there came the howl
    of hunting wolves and the cries
    of goblins.

    Still the next morning dawned
    bright and fair
    again.

    There was an autumn-like mist
    white upon the ground
    and the air was chill,
    but soon the sun rose red
    in the East
    and the mists vanished,
    and while the shadows were still long
    they were off again.

    So they rode now for two more days,
    and all the while
    they saw nothing
    save grass and flowers and birds and scattered trees, and occasionally small
    herds of red deer browsing or sitting at noon in the shade.

    Sometimes Bilbo saw
    the horns of the harts
    sticking up out of the long
    grass,
    and at first he thought
    they were the dead branches
    of trees.

    That third evening
    they were so eager to press
    on,
    for Beorn had said
    that they should reach the forest-gate
    early on the fourth day,
    that they rode still forward
    after dusk and into the night
    beneath the moon.

    As the

- Morgan Walburn
Wed, 10 May 2006 08:56:22 -0700

From: "Francisco Hertzler"
Date: Wed, 10 May 2006 09:57:30 -0700
To: x@x.x
Subject: Re: the CtAmLlS
Reply-To: "Francisco Hertzler"

web site <http://pulevitalozan.com>

Teh Ctamlls Queer Lodgings

    butcher all ready to cook.
    Gandalf, too, was
    lying down after doing
    his part in
    setting the fire
    going,
    since Oin and Gloin had lost
    their tinder-boxes.
    (Dwarves have never taken to matches even yet.)

    So ended the adventures
    of the Misty Mountains.
    Soon Bilbos stomach
    was feeling full
    and comfortable again,
    and he felt he could
    sleep contentedly,
    though really
    he would have liked
    a loaf and butter better
    than bits of meat toasted
    on sticks.

    He slept curled up
    on the hard
    rock
    more soundly than ever
    he had done on his feather-bed
    in his own little hole
    at home.

    But all night he dreamed
    of his own house and
    wandered in his sleep
    into all his different
    rooms looking
    for something that he
    could not find
    nor remember
    what it looked
    like.

    Chapter
    7
    Queer Lodgings

-Francisco Hertzler
Wed, 10 May 2006 09:57:30 -0700

Worf: There is the Theory of the Moebius, a twist in the fabric of space, where time becomes a loop, from which there is no escape.
Geordi: When we reach that point, whatever happened will happen again.

with an Apple Macintosh
you can't run Radio Shack programs
in its disc drive.
nor can a Commodore 64
drive read a file
you have created on an
IBM Personal Computer.
both Kaypro and Osborne computers use
the CP/M operating system
but can't read each other's
handwriting
for they format (write
on) discs in different
ways.
the Tandy 2000 runs MS-DOS but
can't use most programs produced for
the IBM Personal Computer
unless certain
bits and bytes are
altered
but the wind still blows over
Savannah
and in the Spring
the turkey buzzard struts and
flounces before his
hens.