Some Swell Doggerel Vol. 4

A collection of poems and random notes: In sum, swell doggerel

baby since you've been gone

the nights are so damn long

i pace and cry til the dawn

wondering what went wrong

in my future, the one i visit in the dreams of exhausted sleep, people are imprinted with display circuitry on their skins. and the display can be programmed, even modified. so the tattoo becomes changeable, perhaps even animated. powered by body heat, both iridescent and illuminated for the well heeled aficionado. some rent advertising space on their bodies as well as making their own pictorial statements.

nudity has become blase and frequently we see individuals who opt out of traditional clothing altogether in favor of an illuminated duraderm composite skin, a biosynthetic that employs clones of the individual's own skin cells in a matrix of endura.

so what i would like to do is make a video with an individual whose skin changes as we watch....

ever been a total wastrel? a fairly useless manipulative weasel with polydrug issues? scheme scam and sham for thy daily bread which went primarily to buy dope? so far down that even thy loving mum had to turn away from continuing the bailouts and handouts?

where the dope was more important than heat, water, or electric? the phone and internet having already been sacrificed long before? you would say whatever was needed to get that shzzzt?

yep. i been there, lived there such as living was for quite awhile actually.

so don't be tryin to run your tuff luck story shit on me. lolz.

one of the problems i see here in our society is this compunction to compensate for the crazies, to "understand their plight" and hence allow them to inflict their modus upon others without fear of remonstration and correction.

bad idea i think. you know i am sorry if you have problems, but i have two words for you if you try to make them my problems. and especially don't expect me to get over it in the name of friendship. friendship doesn't entail abuse by my definition, and remaining silent when someone's troubling behavior affects you adversely is not a good response.

ok, back to being bobby...

The Sword of Mercy

Camus really enjoyed the Work he had been called to do. He was quite skilled at piloting the Sword of Mercy and administering its Cleansing Flame. Occasionally he felt something akin to pity, but nothing like remorse, for he knew that the Infidel must nonetheless be everywhere scourged. So he greeted each new duty cycle with gusto and a renewed sense of his Holiness. Camus had named his Sword of Mercy the Repudiator in honor of his grandsire who had cleansed thousands of worlds.

how you'd call my name... but then she came. it'll never be the same, that's the end of our game.

need to find a lovely blonde haired blue eyed cowgirl. hmm. maybe i should create her to suit.

the problem with women is simply this. they're all so very pleasing to the eye and the mind that it's well nigh impossible to decide which one to play with.

ok, i am gonna make us a beautiful lil drover. itz a request from one me buds. hopefully the lass will please us all when she gets here. lolz.

i hack therefore i am...

i go muff diving, because itz cheaper than scuba equipment...

girl said she missed me so much! but she was gonna reload and try again...

"did not spawn, only exacerbated their proliferation by giving them a niche in the cloud ecosystem." holy shit i can't believe i just said that!

oh bebe. u SO fine, be mine!

SEO

two of my sites were on the first page of google results... so a search for "isoblock art" brings up one of my sites on first page of results and a search for "peaceleaf jewelry" brings up one of my sites comes up with my site first in google... yay!

but talk about hogging google? yeh, search on "bobshitlist"... my site is much of the first google results page... and it is kind of a dummy site, all it has is a kind of asteroids game.

but my IsoBlock was most of the results before folks decided hey that’s a good name! ☺

distortions of reason

i have be, come

Ex chaos venit ordinem.

go the fuk away. i been done all mine, no more for bobby crack whore.

i have always been amazed at this: the harder you have to work for your pay the less ya get.

the question was what was your all time favorite present? my answer was when i was a child i got a little red joystick, and i've enjoyed it ever since....

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the butterfly came by and got me quite high, but i don't know why. just that kind of guy.

eponymous nom de plume, a nobleman of the 13th century CE

got something on my mind, somebody i'd like to find...

your face so fair, the wind in your hair, the spray in the air. i wish i were there...

maybe "the salt in the air"? line four, maybe "was" be more colloquial...

ah, facebook puts up a lil panel of friend pix, and i see your lovely face on there for hours and then the want, it is like torment. so desirable...

i loves da shrieks when i squeeze yer cheeks and ecstasy peaks

oh yes, power shred for da hed before bed, what i sed

the serpent beguiled me, and i ate. wanna bite?

this here is ART for sure, holy and pure, forever to endure

mo random

music is fascinating to me. the right tune/song just grabs me in such a visceral way, totally drives the emotions. not just any tune mind ya, but enough of them that i'm just grateful. i make images ya know, but few images grab me as does the right music. and i wanna make some music of my own. with the aid of the computer i will be able to "hear" what i "see" in my mind even though i don't play any instrument. want to set some lyrics i have to music. so that's where i am right now. and who knows? if i do well i might attract some groupies. lmao.

need a muse, someone to use, kill these blues

there are many here among us who feel that life is the butt of a joke

so many just lovely women, all kinds all colors, fine fantasies

just a passing fantasy, a wishful thought, nothing more

they say the first ain't the best so letz try it again after we rest

oh baby! POP my stack pointer! let's pass parameters too!

pretty pretty polly, she my plastic dolly, and i love her by golly

from quite a while ago -

ok. today i am 65. so GOD! you wanna gimme a present? give me Peace on Earth, Good Will to Men and Women, Bless the Children... amen!

oh yes! to be free to flee...

left last nite on the late train... with not a word to explain. yeh she left me here in pain, our love melting in the rain. PPP

it 0700 here at le Palais and i wondering bout it all. ravioli and coffee for breakfast, tasty. baked off. got tunez and toys. stuff wut needz doin tu du. so now, how does one manifest the will? the anima to do? i mean besides snorting some meth candy?

someday may come

turn up the tunes, grab yer pencils and/or yer pastels, and HIT it - slam dancing with images...

girlfriend came by, hung out for a few. evidence: coffee cups here, washcloths there... stuff like that, know?

i does not care from where if you be there

i wanted to have healthy beautiful breasts but she wouldn't let me touch her....

sometimes i feel like a twenty-five year old. unfortunately no one that age will have anything to do with me....

too bad. i am thinking revolution. if i was in good health i would disappear into the underground and start attacking things that bug me. all go boom! lmao. Tim McVeigh got the wrong target...

terrorism today is so lo-tech. fertilizer in trucks, passenger aircraft as weapons, some moron playing shoot-em-up, even the IEDs used as "turnabout" weapons. what we need is a quadrotor hover craft that will spray ricin powder down upon the "chosen ones". or that's loaded with Semtex so it has a fifty meter kill radius when it's set off. just fly that remote bad boy in there and puff!

if we had let saddam take over the whole region. be a whole lot fewer "rulers" over there now... and we could just divvy up all the oil with the chinese...

The Palace El Palacio le Palais Der Palast Slottet Pals a

big or small, short or tall, dark or light, they alright!

you wanna hang, then hang tough - things could get rough.

i was reading about the symptom's of Alzheimer's disease, but i forget what they are...

nah, doin alright tonight, not too tight, be just right

from da ace of space this da place

Conclusion

This is the last volume of this series, a compendium of my deranged and fevered babbling during the fevered spells. Hopefully you found some entertainment value in here somewhere.

As always, comments, criticisms, and suggestions are welcomed. God bless us each and all.