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Kafka the Fireclown (Abandoned)

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Cave Painting of Durc's Fish for slapping GC

[08:53]<Tatharion> forgiving is always possible. forgetting will be much harder.

[07:59]<Vahbiav> "I think of myself as an intelligent, sensitive human being with the soul of a clown which always forces me to blow it at the most important moments."

-Vahbiav quoting jim morrison quoting Vahbiav

[07:15]<Vahbiav> “A clown is like aspirin, only he works twice as fast”

[03:27]<Rill> this game is like travian in the same way as chocolate is like lima beans

[03:27]<Rill> which is to say, once you've had chocolate, you usually don't want lima beans

[10:41]<Sliveen> burger king is under attack by vitamins

[13:08]<ropadope> hippies use all natural condoms...so i has many kids for some reason...and still cant figure out what causing it

[07:52]<Flash Gordon> thanx Malek - at this rate i will save you all sooner than i thought

[08:01]<Flash Gordon> your savior has arrived - savior of Illyria savior of the universe - i will stamp out all evil with a mighty Flash!!

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Intoxication
One must be for ever drunken: that is the sole question of importance. If you would not feel the horrible burden of Time that bruises your shoulders and bends you to the earth,you must be drunken without cease. But how? With wine, with poetry, with virtue, with what you please. But be drunken. And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace, on the green grass by a moat, or in the dull lonliness of your chamber, you should waken up, your intoxication already lessened or gone, ask of the wind, of the wave, of the star, of the bird, of the timepiece; ask of all that flees, all that sighs, all that revolves, all that sings, all that speaks, ask of these the hour; and wind and wave and star and bird and timepiece will answer you: "It is the hour to be drunken! Lest you be the martyre slaves of Time, intoxicate yourselves, be drunken without cease! With wine, with poetry, with virtue, or with what you will."
-Charles Baudelaire, translation copyright 1919 by Brentano's Publishers
 
 
When Gregor Samsa woke up one morning from unsettling dreams, he found himself changed in his bed into a monstrous vermin. He was lying on his back as hard as armor plate, and when he lifted his head a little, he saw his vaulted brown belly, sectioned by arch-shaped ribs, to whose dome the cover, about to slide off completely, could barely cling. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, were waving helplessly before his eyes.
                      - from "The Metamorphosis" by Franz Kafka, translated by Stanley Corngold, translation copyright 1972 by Stanley Corngold

 

He was a mysterious

cosmic presence who

came out of nowhere

with the incredible

promise to free

the dying planet.

-from the front cover of The Fireclown by Michael Moorcock. From the back cover:

 

Alan Powys listened as the Fireclown spoke-

"I am equipped with your salvation. I am alive with the Fire of Life, from which the earth itself was formed."

And the people trembled.

From some unknown section of the galaxy The Fireclown emerged. To the citizens of the sunless Solar Planet he promised a return to freedom - if they would join him.

Was he a charlatan - or a savior? And what was the source of his mysterious fire - the heat of the sun or the fury of atomic power?

As the galaxy raced to the brink of catastrophe, only Alan Powys has the one chance in a million to reveal The Fireclown's secret!

In Skype, I am dougydoom - jolly roger kafka. Send igm before you skype me so i know who you are.

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