tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535783763281818827.post7435818668310848972..comments2013-05-20T05:52:43.931+00:00Comments on Ynwa: ... The very next day................Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535783763281818827.post-73915204316629902422008-10-27T10:42:00.000+00:002008-10-27T10:42:00.000+00:00One of the things I like about you, Mr Mac, is you...One of the things I like about you, Mr Mac, is your eternal optimism. However, in this case, it is misplaced. It will not be the "final idea" as Concretia is still proving obstinate, despite another weekend on the Chain Gang. <BR/><BR/>THerefore I'd like to dedicate "I Fought The LAw", with the first line particularly in mind, and invite you to continue with siggestions for this episode. I suspect this year will become known as "The OPus Concretia"MJNhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16562941962678964341noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535783763281818827.post-52122072400992387762008-10-26T21:31:00.000+00:002008-10-26T21:31:00.000+00:00Oh. One final idea. Paint Concretia like the berl...Oh. One final idea. Paint Concretia like the berlin wall, and invite tourists in to take pieces with sledge hammers. :)JoeyMachttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10347415833938992784noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535783763281818827.post-80801401990501126822008-10-23T18:23:00.000+00:002008-10-23T18:23:00.000+00:00To the tune of MIchelle, by the Beatles:'Cretia, m...To the tune of MIchelle, by the Beatles:<BR/><BR/>'Cretia, my belle<BR/>You are hard and make me say F**** Hell<BR/>Oh My Belle<BR/>I hate you, I hate you, I ha-a-ate you,<BR/>And you broke my drill<BR/>Oh you b******* shell. <BR/><BR/><BR/>Please go awayMJNhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16562941962678964341noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535783763281818827.post-69564518862188785202008-10-22T20:44:00.000+00:002008-10-22T20:44:00.000+00:00Sung to the tune of 'Lucretia' by megadeath. :)Wo...Sung to the tune of 'Lucretia' by megadeath. :)<BR/><BR/>Working late at night<BR/>I tiptoe through the darkness<BR/>Cold as hell black as spades<BR/>Aware of my immediate surrounding<BR/>In my place no escape<BR/>Up into my hideout<BR/>Hiding from everyone<BR/>My friends all say<BR/>Martin you're mental any way hey!<BR/>Drift into a deeper state<BR/>I stalk the cobwebbed stairways<BR/>Dirt grits beneath my feet<BR/>The stair creaks, I precariously sneak<BR/>Hypnosis guides my hand<BR/>I slipslide through the walkways<BR/>Sit in granny's rockin' chair<BR/>Memories are whirling by yeah<BR/>Reminisce in the attic<BR/>concretia waits impatiently<BR/>Cobwebs make me squint<BR/>The cobra so eloquently glints<BR/>Moonbeams surge through the sky<BR/>The crystal ball's energized<BR/>Surely that like the cat waiting<BR/>concretia rocks away<BR/>:)JoeyMachttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10347415833938992784noreply@blogger.com