The type of memories
that turn your bones to glass
mother came rushing in
she said we didn't see a thing
and father left at eight
nearly splintering the gate
the type of memories
that turn your bones
and though you were
just a little squirrel
you understood every word
and in this way
they gave you clarity
a cold-blooded clarity
though how can I stand
and laugh with the man
who redefined your body?
those cold-blooded old times
cold-blooded old times
cold-blooded old times
― gygax! (gygax!), Thursday, 1 July 2004 00:16 (twenty-one years ago)
Alright, my name's Gary.
Let's go, it's beat time, it's hop time, it's monk time now!
You know we don't like the army.
What army?
Who cares what army?
Why do you kill all those kids over there in Vietnam?
Mad Viet Cong.
My brother died in Vietnam!
James Bond, who was he?
Stop it, stop it, I don't like it!
It's too loud for my ears.
Pussy galore's comin' down and we like it.
We don’t like the atomic bomb.
Stop it, stop it, I don't like it . . . stop it!
What's your meaning Larry?
Ahh, you think like I think!
You're a monk, I'm a monk, we're all monks!
Dave, Larry, Eddie, Roger, everybody, let's go!
It's beat time, it's hop time, it's monk time now!
― gygax! (gygax!), Thursday, 1 July 2004 00:17 (twenty-one years ago)