February 25th, 2009

Mad Red

And Now, a Random Poem

There's a hole in your soul
where the good thoughts never go
and the hole is made of bones
that are gnawed by a mole
who lives in the hole
at the bottom of your soul
And the mole has a phone
and he calls when you're alone
But the tone of his phone
is a lonely hollow groan
And when you answer the phone
when you're called by the mole
who lives in the hole
at the bottom of your soul
where the good thoughts never go
you just moan 'cause you know
that he's down there all alone
in a hole made of bones

-The Gneech
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The Hole In Your Soul

Originally published at gneech.com. You can comment here or there.

There’s a hole in your soul
where the good thoughts never go
and the hole is made of bones
that are gnawed by a mole
who lives in the hole
at the bottom of your soul
And the mole has a phone
and he calls when you’re alone
But the tone of his phone
is a lonely hollow groan
And when you answer the phone
when you’re called by the mole
who lives in the hole
at the bottom of your soul
where the good thoughts never go
you just moan ’cause you know
that he’s down there all alone
in a hole made of bones

-The Gneech

(Originally posted to my LiveJournal.)

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Life of a Bounder, Part VI

Almost caught up!

December 28, 2008
Maedhroc sent some pretty good ones this time!

Maedhroc at the summit of Weathertop

At the summit of Weathertop with a kinmate. That’s a heck of a climb!

Maedhroc meets ... a squirrel?

Those squirrels just get everywhere, don’t they?

Maedhroc on a Bree-pony.

Maedhroc’s moving up in the world — he’s got his own pony! Too bad his own “forced march” skill is faster. Must be one of Bill Ferny’s nags.

Maedhroc piping in south Bree.

Fear the hobbit with bagpipes!

-The Gneech

Originally published at gneech.com. You can comment here or there.