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Array ( [sid] => 2294 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Bedlamites Depicting History [time] => 2002-08-14 17:57:46 [hometext] => [bodytext] => It's the same concept, the same
illusion of reality. Personified by
one who enjoys a subject, and by
one who feeds off the coincidence, found
is two lovers on the pedestal
of wasted time.

The bedlamite states:
"If you do not know anyone who
can speak Swedish, you can not
rock and roll."

The barber shop quartet presents
a multi-colour in obscurity film
in association with wet carpet
productions and property of stupid
incorporated.

In continuing, Johnny is jealous
of shading, but it can't be
a vine splitting into pineapple slices!
It does not make sense!
"Are smurfs really soylent blue?"
asks a diamond cut face proclaiming,
"be mine."

A martini on the chess board
takes the bishop peeking out
from Brian Jones' shirt pocket.
Nice display of unity Ben!

The bedlamite states:
"Censor the eyes of a goldfish
swimming in the opening credits."

The lead travels with Chef Mimal to
Itchville. Chef Mimal can melt
ice! "Surrealism has met motion
pictures. You can buy me to kill a
star," says the lead, "In short,
this is the Bible
from an alternatively matured
language. A lost ancient civilization
that decided to go this way.
You'll find it easiest to translate
with your former self's toes
massaging you brain waves."

Crimeratio Smith, the pessimist, treats
Sweet Angie Traveler with respect in
1842. "I'm sure there was a
war on somewhere as well," says
Painter.

Painter was the one who fell in love with her
canvas which ultimately ended in separation
when she found that it was having
an affair with her palette. It
was so ironic that she couldn't
believe she didn't see it coming,
so she became Author and fell
in love with a pair of wingtips and
a microphone.

The bedlamite states:
"Minniamoarla." How quaint.

Johnny and a diamond cut face
explore regions beyond the barber
shop quartet, which splits the
party in two. (A complicated
mess not worth going into detail).
Ben and Chef Mimal create the
Cleavage Equinox, finally, in 1972.
Ben then meets Sweet Angie Traveler
at some party in a hotel room.
(Big surprise, ed.)

Lava Johnson and her "Obtuse
Theories" found twenty minutes of
fame before their time. One
poem, read once, by one person,
redeems her in the end. Bill
Burroughs, the sullen visage, wonders
why, and becomes envious.

Bulletin: The current party of the stupid
fish drinking me production has found
its forth member. Ben stumbles over
Crimeratio Smith face down in 1932
with a note pinned on his back reading,
"I rock." Angie remembers the war.

Recap: Benjamin Lardmartyr, Chef Mimal,
and the two lovers on the pedestal
of wasted time (Sweet Angie Traveler
and Crimeratio Smith) complete the
Cleavage Equinox.

The bedlamite states:
"You need drama damn it! Kill
someone!"

Lesbian Banshee dies of a drug overdose
basically. This event takes place not
long after Ben reads the "Obtuse
Theories," an article from 1902. He
decides to contact the author, Lava
Johnson, who can do stand up
as well.

Chef Mimal is always single, but has
enough money for the films production
with the bedlamite.

Brian Jones asks Crimeratio to go swimming.
Mr. Smith isn't up for it, but he
does take the spoon out of Brian's
shirt pocket. They both die that afternoon.
Mr. Jones drowning; Crimeratio shooting
a lot of smack and slamming
his face in a door. By this time
in his life, Crimeratio's legal name
had been changed to Lesbian Banshee.
Angie was heartbroken.

The bedlamite states:
"Cut it! It's grown too long by
three years," so simply in 2002.

After the barber shop duet fiasco ultimately
falls through, Johnny wants in
the Equinox as well.
Apparently the murder weapon is the
sullen visage. His envy could not
have chosen a better time,
(Ben had wanted Lava to replace Mr.
Banshee for quite some time on stand up
without having to lose Sweet Angie with him),
but the Cleavage Equinox couldn't
commend William for his doing the deed.
Bill had thought this might get himself in. He
dies in 1992.

Recap: Chef Mimal, Sweet Angie Traveler,
and the two lovers on the pedestal
of wasted time (Lava Johnson and Benjamin
Lardmartyr) complete the Cleavage Equinox.

Neal Cassidy is seen walking trough Austin
in 1952, the same day Mimal burns his first
scrambled egg in Winona. Lava exists up
somewhere near Zimmerman, while
Sweet Angie Traveler just happens
to be passing through Rolling Stone.
Adam and Ben claim this land in
the name of Artville, while Crimeratio Smith
dances the charleston in 1922 Chicago with
Fitzgerald who is passing through
on his way to the Atlantic Ocean.
The, "big bang," in effect, begins here.
Everyone is born in 1982, two hundred
years after Johnny and a diamond cut face
also fall victim to Bill Burroughs' horse
during the British invasion.

Bulletin: Stupid Fish Drinking Me,
big hit in France and England.
Americans await the grass roots
big screen surrealism arrival.

Lardmartyr makes sure he polishes
his wingtips in preparation for
the perennial epic. Little does
he know that an aloof
patron known as Lava watches
him, snapping from the crowd. The two
would have met tonight on the
dance floor if it had not been
for a self-proclaimed poet, who now
sits with Ben at his table.

Recap: The bedlamite states are
the Cleavage Equinox. An
intellectual neo-underground hard bop
post-bohemian garage rock revival
experience: loved by hundreds. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 218 [topic] => 31 [informant] => Adam_Gaucher [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
Bedlamites Depicting History

Contributed by Adam_Gaucher on Wednesday, 14th August 2002 @ 05:57:46 PM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry



It's the same concept, the same
illusion of reality. Personified by
one who enjoys a subject, and by
one who feeds off the coincidence, found
is two lovers on the pedestal
of wasted time.

The bedlamite states:
"If you do not know anyone who
can speak Swedish, you can not
rock and roll."

The barber shop quartet presents
a multi-colour in obscurity film
in association with wet carpet
productions and property of stupid
incorporated.

In continuing, Johnny is jealous
of shading, but it can't be
a vine splitting into pineapple slices!
It does not make sense!
"Are smurfs really soylent blue?"
asks a diamond cut face proclaiming,
"be mine."

A martini on the chess board
takes the bishop peeking out
from Brian Jones' shirt pocket.
Nice display of unity Ben!

The bedlamite states:
"Censor the eyes of a goldfish
swimming in the opening credits."

The lead travels with Chef Mimal to
Itchville. Chef Mimal can melt
ice! "Surrealism has met motion
pictures. You can buy me to kill a
star," says the lead, "In short,
this is the Bible
from an alternatively matured
language. A lost ancient civilization
that decided to go this way.
You'll find it easiest to translate
with your former self's toes
massaging you brain waves."

Crimeratio Smith, the pessimist, treats
Sweet Angie Traveler with respect in
1842. "I'm sure there was a
war on somewhere as well," says
Painter.

Painter was the one who fell in love with her
canvas which ultimately ended in separation
when she found that it was having
an affair with her palette. It
was so ironic that she couldn't
believe she didn't see it coming,
so she became Author and fell
in love with a pair of wingtips and
a microphone.

The bedlamite states:
"Minniamoarla." How quaint.

Johnny and a diamond cut face
explore regions beyond the barber
shop quartet, which splits the
party in two. (A complicated
mess not worth going into detail).
Ben and Chef Mimal create the
Cleavage Equinox, finally, in 1972.
Ben then meets Sweet Angie Traveler
at some party in a hotel room.
(Big surprise, ed.)

Lava Johnson and her "Obtuse
Theories" found twenty minutes of
fame before their time. One
poem, read once, by one person,
redeems her in the end. Bill
Burroughs, the sullen visage, wonders
why, and becomes envious.

Bulletin: The current party of the stupid
fish drinking me production has found
its forth member. Ben stumbles over
Crimeratio Smith face down in 1932
with a note pinned on his back reading,
"I rock." Angie remembers the war.

Recap: Benjamin Lardmartyr, Chef Mimal,
and the two lovers on the pedestal
of wasted time (Sweet Angie Traveler
and Crimeratio Smith) complete the
Cleavage Equinox.

The bedlamite states:
"You need drama damn it! Kill
someone!"

Lesbian Banshee dies of a drug overdose
basically. This event takes place not
long after Ben reads the "Obtuse
Theories," an article from 1902. He
decides to contact the author, Lava
Johnson, who can do stand up
as well.

Chef Mimal is always single, but has
enough money for the films production
with the bedlamite.

Brian Jones asks Crimeratio to go swimming.
Mr. Smith isn't up for it, but he
does take the spoon out of Brian's
shirt pocket. They both die that afternoon.
Mr. Jones drowning; Crimeratio shooting
a lot of smack and slamming
his face in a door. By this time
in his life, Crimeratio's legal name
had been changed to Lesbian Banshee.
Angie was heartbroken.

The bedlamite states:
"Cut it! It's grown too long by
three years," so simply in 2002.

After the barber shop duet fiasco ultimately
falls through, Johnny wants in
the Equinox as well.
Apparently the murder weapon is the
sullen visage. His envy could not
have chosen a better time,
(Ben had wanted Lava to replace Mr.
Banshee for quite some time on stand up
without having to lose Sweet Angie with him),
but the Cleavage Equinox couldn't
commend William for his doing the deed.
Bill had thought this might get himself in. He
dies in 1992.

Recap: Chef Mimal, Sweet Angie Traveler,
and the two lovers on the pedestal
of wasted time (Lava Johnson and Benjamin
Lardmartyr) complete the Cleavage Equinox.

Neal Cassidy is seen walking trough Austin
in 1952, the same day Mimal burns his first
scrambled egg in Winona. Lava exists up
somewhere near Zimmerman, while
Sweet Angie Traveler just happens
to be passing through Rolling Stone.
Adam and Ben claim this land in
the name of Artville, while Crimeratio Smith
dances the charleston in 1922 Chicago with
Fitzgerald who is passing through
on his way to the Atlantic Ocean.
The, "big bang," in effect, begins here.
Everyone is born in 1982, two hundred
years after Johnny and a diamond cut face
also fall victim to Bill Burroughs' horse
during the British invasion.

Bulletin: Stupid Fish Drinking Me,
big hit in France and England.
Americans await the grass roots
big screen surrealism arrival.

Lardmartyr makes sure he polishes
his wingtips in preparation for
the perennial epic. Little does
he know that an aloof
patron known as Lava watches
him, snapping from the crowd. The two
would have met tonight on the
dance floor if it had not been
for a self-proclaimed poet, who now
sits with Ben at his table.

Recap: The bedlamite states are
the Cleavage Equinox. An
intellectual neo-underground hard bop
post-bohemian garage rock revival
experience: loved by hundreds.




Copyright © Adam_Gaucher ... [ 2002-08-14 17:57:46]
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Re: Bedlamites Depicting History (User Rating: 1 )
by Lia on Thursday, 15th August 2002 @ 01:46:25 AM AEST
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hmmmm my mind is definately not working with me this morning. I started reading this and was glued to the screen til the last line. But I still haven't quite figured it all out. LOL..maybe I'm not supposed to. It is a wonderful piece though...Your mind must have been in overdrive to put this out. Good job....




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