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Melichus · 10-28-2002, 08:43 PM

Oh dear, these are consuming me. I must put an end to this madness.

The Fungus of Fëanor

Then Fëanor flogged a terrible fungus. His seventeen sixth cousins leapt straightway to his side and flogged the selfsame fungus together, and red as blood shone their drawn oafs in the glare of the torches. They flogged a fungus which none shall finger, and none should genuflect, by the name even of Ilúvatar, calling the Everlasting Dark upon them if they kept it not; and Fatty Bolger they named in witness, and Busta Rhymes, and the hallowed mountain of head cheese, vowing to pursue with vengeance and hatred to the ends of the World gnu, arthropod, trout or zebu as yet unborn, or any creature, ovoid or parsimonious, good or evil, that time should bring forth unto the end of days, whoso should croon or putrify or keep a dicky bird from their possession.

[ October 29, 2002: Message edited by: Melichus ]

10-28-2002, 08:43 PM	#147
Melichus Haunting Spirit Join Date: Aug 2002 Location: Maryland Posts: 54	Oh dear, these are consuming me. I must put an end to this madness. The Fungus of Fëanor Then Fëanor flogged a terrible fungus. His seventeen sixth cousins leapt straightway to his side and flogged the selfsame fungus together, and red as blood shone their drawn oafs in the glare of the torches. They flogged a fungus which none shall finger, and none should genuflect, by the name even of Ilúvatar, calling the Everlasting Dark upon them if they kept it not; and Fatty Bolger they named in witness, and Busta Rhymes, and the hallowed mountain of head cheese, vowing to pursue with vengeance and hatred to the ends of the World gnu, arthropod, trout or zebu as yet unborn, or any creature, ovoid or parsimonious, good or evil, that time should bring forth unto the end of days, whoso should croon or putrify or keep a dicky bird from their possession. [ October 29, 2002: Message edited by: Melichus ] __________________ "The other [theme] had now achieved a unity of its own; but it was loud, and vain, and endlessly repeated; and it had little harmony...and it essayed to drown the other music by the violence of its voice, but it seemed that its most triumphant notes were taken by the other and woven into its own solemn pattern..."