Showing posts with label Gregory Bluestein. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gregory Bluestein. Show all posts
Friday, August 08, 2008
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Quoth du Jour No. Four Hundred Ninety Fuhrer
There be no greater angst than the angst that be at the quill that is nil - feckless, soul-less and utterly dry of its life-giving ink - as is poor writer who has no writing left to think.
-"BLUESTEIN !!! Get in here. NOW."
-"BLUESTEIN !!! Get in here. NOW."
Monday, August 13, 2007
Flippin' Flip
"It's a flippin' outrage," he said.
"Flippin' flip, my "flipper's" done flipped.
"What's the flippin' matter.", you might ask?
"My flipper's done broke, and betwixt channels, none-the-less".
"Well, what the flip?".
"I'll tell ya the flip! It's flippin' outrageous, I'll tell ya, a flippin' shame.".
"Shame, ya say. Well, I'll never!".
"Yer probably right, I'll say. You probably ne'er will. Fer the likes uh you'll n'eer experience tha like of a flippin' flipper that's done gone 'flip'!"
"Well, I'll be 'flipped', I certainly will!"
"And a flip it'll be, if ya flip with me!".
"Well, flippin-A!".
"Flippin' 'A' ".
"Yay!"
"Ya know...if I gave a 'flyin flip', I'd done give a flip about the likes uh you, and yet, I don't. Now, who's ta say 'what the flip'? "
"I'll tell ya done who" ME, for cryin-assed flip. ME!. I certainly give a flip, I do at that!".
"At that, at that?"
"At that, I say. I give a flip."
"A 'flip', ya say!".
"A flip, indeed!".
"Well, I'll indeed be 'flipped' ! ".
"You are indeed, Sir.".
"Flipped, ta be sure!".
" 'Fliped', indeed! ".
And a flipper's noose, she done shall wait fer thee!
"Well, flip me o'er, an' flip me done."
"Done ye ere, Sir.".
"Done, I am!".
"And a cyrin'-assed flip y'all turn, when the door done slam on yer' cryin'-assed fate".
"Fer sure, fer sure. My flippin' flipper done flipped. And I, you see, done "flipped" fer sure!".
"Well, a flippin' shame it is!"
"Fer sure, fer sure. A shame indeed."
A shame...a shame, indeed!
"Flippin' flip, my "flipper's" done flipped.
"What's the flippin' matter.", you might ask?
"My flipper's done broke, and betwixt channels, none-the-less".
"Well, what the flip?".
"I'll tell ya the flip! It's flippin' outrageous, I'll tell ya, a flippin' shame.".
"Shame, ya say. Well, I'll never!".
"Yer probably right, I'll say. You probably ne'er will. Fer the likes uh you'll n'eer experience tha like of a flippin' flipper that's done gone 'flip'!"
"Well, I'll be 'flipped', I certainly will!"
"And a flip it'll be, if ya flip with me!".
"Well, flippin-A!".
"Flippin' 'A' ".
"Yay!"
"Ya know...if I gave a 'flyin flip', I'd done give a flip about the likes uh you, and yet, I don't. Now, who's ta say 'what the flip'? "
"I'll tell ya done who" ME, for cryin-assed flip. ME!. I certainly give a flip, I do at that!".
"At that, at that?"
"At that, I say. I give a flip."
"A 'flip', ya say!".
"A flip, indeed!".
"Well, I'll indeed be 'flipped' ! ".
"You are indeed, Sir.".
"Flipped, ta be sure!".
" 'Fliped', indeed! ".
And a flipper's noose, she done shall wait fer thee!
"Well, flip me o'er, an' flip me done."
"Done ye ere, Sir.".
"Done, I am!".
"And a cyrin'-assed flip y'all turn, when the door done slam on yer' cryin'-assed fate".
"Fer sure, fer sure. My flippin' flipper done flipped. And I, you see, done "flipped" fer sure!".
"Well, a flippin' shame it is!"
"Fer sure, fer sure. A shame indeed."
A shame...a shame, indeed!
Saturday, April 07, 2007
Upon the Night Horizon
Bluestein.
The night is jet black,
No star,
No light.
Bluestein.
Upon the horizon,
Bare trees,
Haloed.
Bluestein.
A moon rises like
No moon
Before.
Bluestein.
The corpse light shines upon us,
Frigid,
In death.
Bluestein.
A shriek rends the night
Rabbi!
Rabbi!
Bluestein!
The rise of brotherhood,
The smart,
The damned,
Bluestein.
The night is jet black,
No star,
No light.
Bluestein.
Upon the horizon,
Bare trees,
Haloed.
Bluestein.
A moon rises like
No moon
Before.
Bluestein.
The corpse light shines upon us,
Frigid,
In death.
Bluestein.
A shriek rends the night
Rabbi!
Rabbi!
Bluestein!
The rise of brotherhood,
The smart,
The damned,
Bluestein.
Friday, April 06, 2007
The Collectivist in Bluestein
Bluestein!
We are all one family
in you
in you
in you!
Bluestein.
That poison pen prick is at it again,
the collectivist soul set down to save us all.
Socialist, socialist go away
fat cats on the run, the neighbors, dismayed.
Bluestein!
A blended fam, effort, relief
There Decatur stands, Roswell, indeed.
Relief, Bluestein, RELIEF!
Oh but when may those "prickly" barbs
of socialist thorngrove
once again be removed and my soul set free?
Bluestein?
You captor, you tyrrant, you foe.
Blue is your Stein, blue is your soul
Bluestein, collective tyranny, it grows old.
We are all one family
in you
in you
in you!
Bluestein.
That poison pen prick is at it again,
the collectivist soul set down to save us all.
Socialist, socialist go away
fat cats on the run, the neighbors, dismayed.
Bluestein!
A blended fam, effort, relief
There Decatur stands, Roswell, indeed.
Relief, Bluestein, RELIEF!
Oh but when may those "prickly" barbs
of socialist thorngrove
once again be removed and my soul set free?
Bluestein?
You captor, you tyrrant, you foe.
Blue is your Stein, blue is your soul
Bluestein, collective tyranny, it grows old.
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Bluestein!
Bluestein!
Thine eye is blue,
thy stein, loaded.
BLUESTEIN!
Tho thou pens
for Associated Pukes,
Thine eye, tis blue,
Thy Stein, LOADED!
Bluestein!
Thine pen doth drip in ink so blue,
thy stein, tis loaded with loathsome news.
Bluestein!
Thine eye is blue,
thy stein, loaded.
BLUESTEIN!
Tho thou pens
for Associated Pukes,
Thine eye, tis blue,
Thy Stein, LOADED!
Bluestein!
Thine pen doth drip in ink so blue,
thy stein, tis loaded with loathsome news.
Bluestein!
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