madgrinder Posted June 14, 2004 Share Posted June 14, 2004 As the noble musician goes forth with the immense talent that the lord above has blessed him with, he knows not the woes of his craft Every string he plucks and strums represents the fire and passion that burns within. Like molten lava that is his soul waiting to be brought forth, the out pouring from his fingers will be that of like pouring out of a souless body, but not as life, but as a series of notes and melodic tunes that stirs emotion, envokes the spirits, and makes the devil himself stop and listen. ...it's Mr Stabby, da da da da da daaaah, da da da da da da daaaah... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Werewolf by Night Posted June 16, 2004 Share Posted June 16, 2004 As things come to me unbidden like so many crows on a night's walk by the Genesee; they want me to bring down the game they alone spy kill what they cannot. Leading me where these rabbits hide from everything from a universe unseen, unknown, still peril jeapordizes them Unbidden, they come seeing all, beckoning me, these anxious crow thoughts... Ask yourself- What Would Ren and Stimpy Do? ~ Caevan James-Michael Miller-O'Shite ~ _ ___ _ Leprechaun, Esquire _ ___ _ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
madgrinder Posted June 16, 2004 Author Share Posted June 16, 2004 too cool, man... ...it's Mr Stabby, da da da da da daaaah, da da da da da da daaaah... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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