“King Machine” Piano lessons open escape to the world Tin Pan Alley dreams become his one and only girl California prays for its poets in those days Sun shines down on troubadours, making their ways Few if any have had so much fun, making a hit-machine! Though you know he was pretty bummed in the spaces in between. It was never just about the words, solar a-gammon Every send up of a trend on a record you leave on He’s still standing, so long chasing the crown Though it never left his head, as sure as the dirt is brown There’s no room for thrones, as the tribute-paying record stores close Such a super fan flair, no one knows, he was the biggest thing King Machine The sage who brushed wild west romance, the kicker of the moss Gave his words to the captain to celebrate the loss They would dance, they would fantasize Those who could not dig his truth, couldn’t see his eyes Old wagon wheel, keep turning, you know how I feel Country comforts, rockets and jets, history and the chan...

(with a minimum of spoilers, at that) I’ve briefly encountered the criticisms related to Avatar , which were typically founded on reasonable observations. It’s true, there’s a science fiction story called The Martian Princess , and it’s true there’s a movie called Fern Gully , another one called Dances With Wolves ; it is so, that many elements of said stories echo loudly within the 3-D enhanced cinema plexes of those familiar with them, who yearned for the mind-staggering visuals to be presented in context of a more original story. I follow you: you wanted the narrative to surprise you the way soaring down a cliff on those reptilian banshees might take one’s breath away. You didn’t want to predict the love interest, the climax, or the treachery within the first half hour. Maybe you wanted something with more intricate characters, or for that Mega Gulp soda not to make you feel as though the Elf With a Gun stopped to jump up and down on your bladder for the last half hour (get th...

(you can trace this opus back to "Calinferno" on this blog if you like! ) To the side, transfixed in a cage of green luminescense, the Marc Kane sits imprisoned, reaching out magically for aid. She summons a rune, shaped like this: With her sword Dragon Fang, she cleaves out the side of the wall, pulverizing it with her might, and dropping below into the throne room, where the wolf sorcerer awakens from his trance, startled. On the astral plane, Nicola’s awareness shifts; he begins to sense the mingled nature of the being who strikes, and rolls out of the way of the blow in the nick of time. Corpse Flower and Remus Sharptooth begin to physically combat Hellcat and Valkyrie. Outside, the Hulk continues his fierce battle against the Four Armed Men. Meanwhile, Gnoll the Trome emerges at last from the smoldering hutch, forgotten; he decides to salvage his rickety yet formidable armor of scraps, bolts and bailing wire, complete with its furnace-driven engine, belching smoke ...

Within all things lies the information---other forms, willing generously into Intention, every necessity for realization! I feel like standing, trembling with control, extremities poised to the generation of powers, welling up inside my nature. What I knew as blood is called magma, roiling in patterns deeply, surging to declare the changes to the surface world. To think is to shudder. Stability now in waves, while tremors in our darkness declare: we do indeed, grow. Prince Nicola, Dragonvayne, flows as a consciousness on the fifth dimension, coalescing into a form, an embodiment of the metaphor of his present existence, which seems ghost-like from our remove. Emergence’s sea, drift in antipathy, the low end vibes, surrendering my good vessel to the urgencies at the shadowed heart of intentions, those seeming to fail misguided, interrupted---frustrated! Where in this lost land wait the creations of foreboding, haunting our tribes with fallen states? Mark! Where stands th...

1 King Khan & the BBQ Show I'll Be Lovin' You (smile every time this one comes on) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dvfnoqHuTFg 2 Olivia Tremor Control---Elephant 6 California Demise http://hypem.com/artist/olivia+tremor+control 3 Jealous of Roses----Bibio http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qqCziCoQKkc 4 Quiet Where I Lie---Franz Nicolay http://hypem.com/track/728936/Franz+Nicolay+-+Quiet+Where+I+Lie 5 T.R.O.Y.--- Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 6.The Long Way Round---Eagle Eye & Neneh Cherry .http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PAzMt42Lb9A&feature=PlayList&p=AF2C67A0A78A61A3&index=8 7.War--- Hypnotic Brass Ensemble http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x5cq3y_hypnotic-brass-ensemble-war_music 8. Tyedie mix of DJ Kaos---Love the Night Away http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cs0NW6g-Syw BIG OL' thumbs up 9. Set in Stone---Fires of Rome http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x8hkjr_fires-of-rome-set-in-stone_music 10. An Ode to Optimism...

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That's Sniffer ! The voice, of the unseen foreman of the Gnomlins : More coal to the steam portion of the chamber, Hob! The cosmic radiation filter needs polishing, too! Inexcusable! Where’s Sniffer? Sniffer is a serpentine, lithe yellow creature smaller than Hob. Behind him, Gnoll the Trome opens the back of a large exo-skeleton/ construction device. Sniffer: I was just about to climb into the vent and see if that delicious sulfurous oxide has reached critical! But there seems to be a robot clogging it a bit. Gnoll the Trome (in armor that makes him bigger than a person: steam-release valve on the shoulder, flaming furnace in the chest, a great waldo clamp hand on the right and something akin to a tig welder on the left arm ): I didn’t lose any robots!!! Nyirogongo( booming voice, from inside other room ): That! Is the department of that...Anomaly! Sniffer: Probably off making contact with the humans! Remember the “yard sale”? Narr: You know, I am afraid this is going to blow s...