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Something a little, strange...

My Past, My Heritage
A valuable part of me;
Pride in my Heart, a tear in my Eye--
Until Now.

A misuse--no, an abuse--of the past
A Profanity--
A vulgar mockery of Sacred belief!
A tear in my Eye;
Another on my cheek.
My head--down.

My past, my heritage
A valuable part of Me?

It’s done it! It’s done it!

The Machine has created

LIFE

The little green Frogman was being stalked by the big, hairy Wolfman.

Frogman thought he would be safe hidden between the pipes and slime of the sewer.

“The stentch should cover my smell,” Frogman thought.

And he was right.

The sun was up, the day was hot,
My brow was dripping quite a lot,
I must have been so lost in thought.

I thought the sky had turned to black
and I was laying on my back,
And the corn field was completely packed.

Ghostly shapes they danced around
Up and down they lept and bound
But never seemed to touch the ground.

They danced right through my weary head
And made no sound and left no tread.
I hoped I would awake in bed.

Instead I woke up on the ground.
The sun was shining all around,
And not one scarecrow could be found.

It was a Sunday like any other
With people hiding underneath their covers
Until the morning was almost gone.

Then up they got, and brunch they ate,
And out the door they rushed to not be late—
For good parking spots wouldn't just wait.

But not spots at their local church to pray,
But at the bar, the mall, and the zoo to play
Forcing others to work and toil that day.

It was Sunday, and they should have been
At church a praisin' and a worshippin'
And restin' from all their daily workin'.

But they chose instead to shop and sin and play
And treat the sabbath like any other day
Instead of resting from the fray.

So when Monday came—as it always comes—
The sinners moped around like worthless bums
While the saints were ready to get their work done.

The Lord has given us one day a week to rest—take it!

"It 's just a toy," they used to tell me,
"made of cotton and stuffing."

But I knew better.

When no one was around,
He came alive!
Hopping and bouncing,
And laughing and playing.

As I got older,
He stopped laughing so loud,
And bouncing so high.
It just sat there collecting dust.

It wasn't the toy that lost its vitality,
It was me—I let others take it away.

Why do I keep making that mistake,
Of listening to others when I know better?

Next time I'll know better.

If there is a next time.

My,

 

that's a big bug
you've got there.

Unseen to
Naked eyes
Dwells the
Exotic Sea
Realm Tribe.

Who get
Angry, because
Topsiders come
Exploring—not
Remaining above.

Happy Birthday, Dragon Boy!

Here’s a gift you’ve always wanted--

Bottled humans. Yum!

Click here to take a trip thru the mysterious jungle.

(The movie is 18.6MB, so it may take some time to download.)