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Thursday, July 4, 2013

EDITOR 666 -- INITIAL EDITING SESSION TWO ..................... ........................................



 initial EDITING SESSION            













 
 MORE FOR EDITOR 666


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       tapping now his hooves are cloven
       as some mad mind stole the moment
        knocked at the holy door of  ALBAN
        Closest door he found to heaven       

hollow place that was a doorway
        hollow tree that was before me
        and the sound that struck and tore me
        Was that the weeping  heard before
                   ((Here! Here!  I heard Lenore!!  Ha! Ha!))

(((EDITOR 666                      
""YOU`RE MIXING HOMER, POE AND ELIOT
YOU MUST AT ONCE BE HARSH AND DELICATE       
 AND  STOP BORING THE SHIT OUT OF ME,  STD!))))      


"In that place, that mystery scoring
        Some weird beak at beat imploring
        _____________________________        ha! Ha! THERE IT IS!        

          through the gun sites on the barrel
         I focused on the place of peril
          as my step would not find  purchase
          in that cursed land ashore
         Croaked the  bird,  that looked so sterile
            on that island place of peril
           ((( I took one step, tore  my apparel
            as knocking struck my knees once more))) ha! ha! Ha!
            Was it bird or beat or devil
             Beating hard on God`s quick anvil
              Beating like  heart of angel
             Chained below in some dark castle
              
                   Whispering up some prayer and pleading
              That some brave  saint  would ride and save her
               
               Some now timid broken creature
               Who the angels call Lenore

             EDITORS` NOTE Oh yes, and where were we?
             Was there not a story you were telling
             Before the office staff starts yelling
              With your laundry hamper smelling
               we pitch the coffee on the floor
               You wretched fool, now tell the story
              Or your return we`ll be ignoring
              
Just like some blind beast that`s boring
               Through the heart of dark love going              
               O the heart of dark love going
               To that sacred place of yore

               Through the heart of all dead lovers
               In the paradise of lovers
               Laughter runs thru like a river
               As Love`s dart need know no quiver
                                                         Ah, that liver set  afire
                Yes, the river  dark and rolling 
                Round the bend, so mad, and whirling
                 Yes, that dark and mighty river
                 That lost corner now forlorn
                 Mighty River called The Corn.         
                                                             

           
            __________________________________
 Cannot find toon sketch image for "Woodpecker"
   OK, OK, try this:







     tapping though his hooves were cloven
       as some mad mind clove the moment
        knocked the hollow spot of gore;
        hollow place that was a doorway
        hollow tree that was before me
        and the sound that struck and tore me
        Like a fiend that lived before"
        
        "In that place, that mystery scoring
        Some weird beak at beat imploring
          

         like my camera had a barrel
          focused on the place of peril
          as my step would not find  purchase
          in that cursed land ashore
           croaked the  bird,  that looked so sterile
            on that island place of peril
            I took one step, tore  my apparel
            as knocking struck my knees once more
            Was it bird or beat or devil
             Beating hard on God`s quick anvil
              Beating like the heart of angel
             Chained below in some dark castle
              Whispering up some prayer and pleading
              That someone here would ride,
               Be seeing
               Some now timid broken creature
               Who the angels call Lenore

             EDITORS` NOTE Oh yes, and where were we?
             Was there not a story you were telling
             Before the office staff starts yelling
              With your laundry hamper smelling
              So we pitch the coffee on the floor
               You wretched fool, now tell the story
              Or your return we`ll be ignoring
              Just like some blind beast that`s boring
               Through the heart of dark love going              
               O the heart of dark love going
               To that sacred place of yore

               Through the heart of all dead lovers
               In the paradise of lovers
               Laughter runs thru like a river
               As Love`s dart will know no quiver
                                          enter true love liver (???)
               Ah, that liver set  afire
                Yes, the river  dark and rolling 
                Round the bend, so mad, and whirling
                 Yes, that dark and mighty river
                 That lost corner now forlorn
                 Mighty River called The Corn.         
                                                             

           
            __________________________________
 Cannot find toon sketch image for "Woodpecker"
   OK, OK, try this:



















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