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:: Tuesday, April 15, 2003 ::

She's exercising her lips so that when cock comes, she'll be ready!
:: raymond 07:15 [+] ::
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bone drurlz
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The Rime of the Ancient Carpetman
2/22/02 EMJ

Hear the rime of the Ancient Carpetman
Smell his breath as he downs his drink
Mesmerizes one of the wedding guests
Stay here and listen to the nightmares of the floor.

And Black Sabbath plays on as Ted’s bride passes by
Caught as by tackless
the Carpetman slurs his tale.

Driven south to a land of wood and slate
To a place where never Butch’s been
Through callused flesh the Carpe Blade does bite
Blood sacrifice in rugs name,
hoping swiftness it brings.

And the carpet rolls on, back and then to forth
Through the wall and crease that
the Carpet Blade cuts along

The Carpetman is cut and blood’s a good omen
His helpers laugh about what he’s done
But when the clock drags on, blood is just.
And do themselves stop making fun.

Kicking on and on and forth across the rug
Kicking on and on and forth though the main.

The Sacrifice begins to work it’s magic
A terrible curse of bread has begun
His helpers blame bad smells on the Carpetman
Around his neck job completion is hung.

And the work goes on and on across the rug
And the work goes on and on even if I have to pee.

“Job after job, job after job,
we struck nor gold nor appreciation
Unidle in a slavery market upon an enslaved world
Carpet, carpet everywhere and
all these jobs did stink
Carpet, carpet everywhere and Vladimir to drink.”
Emil Melnick Jr., Mechanic (1997-20??)

There, kicks the Carpetman,
there the carpet shifts to one side
But how can she stretch with no give
in her backing and dry rot.

See… onward she’ll cum
Onward she gives, in a straight run
See… she has now grew
She had shelf life, seamed with hot glue.

Stretch the rug, Life in the Stretch,
we blue our knees for the job
Rug burns the Carpetman and he is fried for the day.
Then… help one by one
They drop down dead, eight dollars an hour
Rug… Rug, Life in Stretch.
Rug makes him live, the Carpetman.

NARR-ATIVE
“One after one and room after room,
too quick for groan or sigh
each burned his face with amphetamines,
and cursed me in front of the customer
sixteen times fifty copper cents
(and all I got was sigh and groan),
with heavy thump, the final kick,
they booted in one by one.”
Emil Melnick Jr., Mechanic (1997-20??)

The bread it went up in their noses
The Carpetman wished he’d die
Along with the empty drinks
But they refilled, so did he.

And by the light in the van
He preys for his duty to end
With Heartburn he is blessed
Rug’s textures tortured seams all night.

Then the clock sez it’s time to go
The adrenaline starts to flow
Pumps in his veins like ghosts in trousers
Then waterfall comes the stairs.

Hear the groans of long dead knees
See them bend and start to rise
Bodies lifted before the kickers
None of them speak
and they’re meat from the neck up.

And revenue is still sought, penance starts again
Cast in a movie on the big screen… everyone!

Now the job is finally finished
And the Carpetman sights the bank
Spirits gone from long drained vessels
Sunday the bars are all closed, and
the Carpetman’s all alone.

And then a bottle came outta the freezer
It was a joy he would soon partake
The Pilot cartridge, Atari and the Kapes.
Programming language was lost unto him.

And the Vlad goes down and will soon become pee
And the Kapes slurs at the Carpetman from the gins.

The Carpetman’s Bound to tell of flooring
To sell his wares wherever he goes
To teach Bone’s word and bring carpet samples
And to install all things in the rug trade.

And the wedding guest’s a tall and gangly man
And Ted’s wedding happens again and again and thirteen.

:: raymond 04:58 [+] ::
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Bone Rulz!
We worship his bedpan-
may it overflow with his leavings
:: raymond 07:38 [+] ::
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Freeland statistical spring has sprung, though it'll actually be below freezing 'til monray
:: raymond 04:45 [+] ::
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new theory on Bone Mints-

It just dawned on me that they seem to stick together in pairs in the pics. Theory: could the mints have some sort of polarity, are they sexed, or some other dichotomy?

I don't have any idea how to experiment on them so I'll just keep eatin' em by the bucket full.

mmmmm.... heroin
:: raymond 22:50 [+] ::
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I really gotta get those hotdog soup pics developed!
:: raymond 22:41 [+] ::
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html works for images too
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:: raymond 22:34 [+] ::
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BONE RULZ!

:: raymond 22:21 [+] ::
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cheese hotdawgs! it's like finch and kyle had a motorcycle accident and we all got to eat the debris
:: raymond 22:13 [+] ::
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ok, to post a link you have to use html like a webpage
:: raymond 22:12 [+] ::
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Bone Link Test
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Ray Ians, isn't he Carl Buddigs cusin's sister's Uncle Spuddly?
:: raymond 21:39 [+] ::
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i guess I'm gonna have to show you bums how to blog
:: raymond 21:29 [+] ::
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the government collapses and the iraqi people go looting...
I guess we arn't so unalike
:: raymond 02:14 [+] ::
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title graphic added

:: raymond 04:45 [+] ::
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the links are all tied into the Bone page...

...now you bastards have to get logged in and contribute. I'm tired of hauling Bone's fat ass on the web by myself!

:: raymond 04:11 [+] ::
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http://www.angelfire.com/pa/thebone/index.html
:: raymond 03:26 [+] ::
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This could prove to be a strange new record of Doyology
Bone Rulz!
:: raymond 03:05 [+] ::
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Bone Blog test 1 4/8/03emj
:: raymond 02:55 [+] ::
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