Smartest Design In Modern

Cold humanity
remains of ice pellets
and foggy after the rains.
Alf is aloof
he's brained on acid.
and here we are
trying to play cards.

Cindy is so detached from him
she's skinny and lanky
sits looking out the window sadly.

Alf falls off the boat
into the icy drink.
Climbs back on
all roped and laughing.

Cindy is naked looking
with her nipples pointing through
her wet t-shirt
covered in red stripes.

Ino's turned grey like a stone
while the others watch.
They wonder if he's fine
or not.

He didn't awaken until the next evening
screaming for a smoke.

Double trouble
look out for the fox
she'll leave you
in her wake.

Preacher's daughter
she's so kinky
I almost come
just thinking about

what she could do for me.

Wander down
the cold weeded hillside
with whoever...
well...
I don't know her name?

Right now
that's just none of your business.

Cindy's chestnut hair
spooky looking green eyes
her soul burdened as if by rocks.

She always forgets
her panties and socks.

I'm knowing there was more there
to her
but it was a very long time ago
and it was Winter.

I was drinking in the rain
when I encountered her.
For the first time
in a couple of months.

I just couldn't give her
the world
or the harvest moon
or Egypt.

People keep telling me
of the joys
of purple passion.

Of rain dances and miel honey
and the rustle of wind
through the valley.

Entangling my shoes
in the roots
I was being seriously me.

Cindy was standing
hitch hiking with Petra
a mystical slut
of some reknown.

They climbed into my Plymouth
into the front seat
and little stone eyes
sat in the middle.

Petra pulled a joint
out of my ashtray.
She said they needed
to get somewhere
out of the rain.

I took them to Petra's
mother's apartment
where they took a shower together
I waited on the sofa
listening to a Doors album.

The room was kind of dark
and I had a hard on
as I waited for the two girls.
Watching the wall
hearing
riders on the storm.

-Will Dockery / 12-8-81

----
From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/03/smartest-design-in-modern.html

On Thursday, December 22, 2022 at 5:25:16 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> Smartest Design In Modern
>
> Cold humanity
> remains of ice pellets
> and foggy after the rains.
> Alf is aloof
> he's brained on acid.
> and here we are
> trying to play cards.
>
> Cindy is so detached from him
> she's skinny and lanky
> sits looking out the window sadly.
>
> Alf falls off the boat
> into the icy drink.
> Climbs back on
> all roped and laughing.
>
> Cindy is naked looking
> with her nipples pointing through
> her wet t-shirt
> covered in red stripes.
>
> Ino's turned grey like a stone
> while the others watch.
> They wonder if he's fine
> or not.
>
> He didn't awaken until the next evening
> screaming for a smoke.
>
> Double trouble
> look out for the fox
> she'll leave you
> in her wake.
>
> Preacher's daughter
> she's so kinky
> I almost come
> just thinking about
>
> what she could do for me.
>
> Wander down
> the cold weeded hillside
> with whoever...
> well...
> I don't know her name?
>
> Right now
> that's just none of your business.
>
> Cindy's chestnut hair
> spooky looking green eyes
> her soul burdened as if by rocks.
>
> She always forgets
> her panties and socks.
>
> I'm knowing there was more there
> to her
> but it was a very long time ago
> and it was Winter.
>
> I was drinking in the rain
> when I encountered her.
> For the first time
> in a couple of months.
>
> I just couldn't give her
> the world
> or the harvest moon
> or Egypt.
>
> People keep telling me
> of the joys
> of purple passion.
>
> Of rain dances and miel honey
> and the rustle of wind
> through the valley.
>
> Entangling my shoes
> in the roots
> I was being seriously me.
>
> Cindy was standing
> hitch hiking with Petra
> a mystical slut
> of some reknown.
>
> They climbed into my Plymouth
> into the front seat
> and little stone eyes
> sat in the middle.
>
> Petra pulled a joint
> out of my ashtray.
> She said they needed
> to get somewhere
> out of the rain.
>
> I took them to Petra's
> mother's apartment
> where they took a shower together
> I waited on the sofa
> listening to a Doors album.
>
> The room was kind of dark
> and I had a hard on
> as I waited for the two girls.
> Watching the wall
> hearing
> riders on the storm.
>
> -Will Dockery / 12-8-81
>
> ----
> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/03/smartest-design-in-modern.html

Ode to a Stiff Willie
by a stiff Willy.

How many times have you reposted this p.o.s?

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Michael Pendragon wrote:

> On Thursday, December 22, 2022 at 5:25:16 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>
>> Smartest Design In Modern
>>
>> Cold humanity
>> remains of ice pellets
>> and foggy after the rains.
>> Alf is aloof
>> he's brained on acid.
>> and here we are
>> trying to play cards.
>>
>> Cindy is so detached from him
>> she's skinny and lanky
>> sits looking out the window sadly.
>>
>> Alf falls off the boat
>> into the icy drink.
>> Climbs back on
>> all roped and laughing.
>>
>> Cindy is naked looking
>> with her nipples pointing through
>> her wet t-shirt
>> covered in red stripes.
>>
>> Ino's turned grey like a stone
>> while the others watch.
>> They wonder if he's fine
>> or not.
>>
>> He didn't awaken until the next evening
>> screaming for a smoke.
>>
>> Double trouble
>> look out for the fox
>> she'll leave you
>> in her wake.
>>
>> Preacher's daughter
>> she's so kinky
>> I almost come
>> just thinking about
>>
>> what she could do for me.
>>
>> Wander down
>> the cold weeded hillside
>> with whoever...
>> well...
>> I don't know her name?
>>
>> Right now
>> that's just none of your business.
>>
>> Cindy's chestnut hair
>> spooky looking green eyes
>> her soul burdened as if by rocks.
>>
>> She always forgets
>> her panties and socks.
>>
>> I'm knowing there was more there
>> to her
>> but it was a very long time ago
>> and it was Winter.
>>
>> I was drinking in the rain
>> when I encountered her.
>> For the first time
>> in a couple of months.
>>
>> I just couldn't give her
>> the world
>> or the harvest moon
>> or Egypt.
>>
>> People keep telling me
>> of the joys
>> of purple passion.
>>
>> Of rain dances and miel honey
>> and the rustle of wind
>> through the valley.
>>
>> Entangling my shoes
>> in the roots
>> I was being seriously me.
>>
>> Cindy was standing
>> hitch hiking with Petra
>> a mystical slut
>> of some reknown.
>>
>> They climbed into my Plymouth
>> into the front seat
>> and little stone eyes
>> sat in the middle.
>>
>> Petra pulled a joint
>> out of my ashtray.
>> She said they needed
>> to get somewhere
>> out of the rain.
>>
>> I took them to Petra's
>> mother's apartment
>> where they took a shower together
>> I waited on the sofa
>> listening to a Doors album.
>>
>> The room was kind of dark
>> and I had a hard on
>> as I waited for the two girls.
>> Watching the wall
>> hearing
>> riders on the storm.
>>
>> -Will Dockery / 12-8-81
>>
>> ----
>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/03/smartest-design-in-modern.html

> Ode to a Stiff Willie
> by a stiff Willy.

Thanks for reading and commenting.

🙂

W-Dockery wrote:

> Smartest Design In Modern

> Cold humanity
> remains of ice pellets
> and foggy after the rains.
> Alf is aloof
> he's brained on acid.
> and here we are
> trying to play cards.

> Cindy is so detached from him
> she's skinny and lanky
> sits looking out the window sadly.

> Alf falls off the boat
> into the icy drink.
> Climbs back on
> all roped and laughing.

> Cindy is naked looking
> with her nipples pointing through
> her wet t-shirt
> covered in red stripes.

> Ino's turned grey like a stone
> while the others watch.
> They wonder if he's fine
> or not.

> He didn't awaken until the next evening
> screaming for a smoke.

> Double trouble
> look out for the fox
> she'll leave you
> in her wake.

> Preacher's daughter
> she's so kinky
> I almost come
> just thinking about

> what she could do for me.

> Wander down
> the cold weeded hillside
> with whoever...
> well...
> I don't know her name?

> Right now
> that's just none of your business.

> Cindy's chestnut hair
> spooky looking green eyes
> her soul burdened as if by rocks.

> She always forgets
> her panties and socks.

> I'm knowing there was more there
> to her
> but it was a very long time ago
> and it was Winter.

> I was drinking in the rain
> when I encountered her.
> For the first time
> in a couple of months.

> I just couldn't give her
> the world
> or the harvest moon
> or Egypt.

> People keep telling me
> of the joys
> of purple passion.

> Of rain dances and miel honey
> and the rustle of wind
> through the valley.

> Entangling my shoes
> in the roots
> I was being seriously me.

> Cindy was standing
> hitch hiking with Petra
> a mystical slut
> of some reknown.

> They climbed into my Plymouth
> into the front seat
> and little stone eyes
> sat in the middle.

> Petra pulled a joint
> out of my ashtray.
> She said they needed
> to get somewhere
> out of the rain.

> I took them to Petra's
> mother's apartment
> where they took a shower together
> I waited on the sofa
> listening to a Doors album.

> The room was kind of dark
> and I had a hard on
> as I waited for the two girls.
> Watching the wall
> hearing
> riders on the storm.

> -Will Dockery / 12-8-81

> ----
> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/03/smartest-design-in-modern.html

cool read...

General-Zod wrote:

> W-Dockery wrote:

>> Smartest Design In Modern

>> Cold humanity
>> remains of ice pellets
>> and foggy after the rains.
>> Alf is aloof
>> he's brained on acid.
>> and here we are
>> trying to play cards.

>> Cindy is so detached from him
>> she's skinny and lanky
>> sits looking out the window sadly.

>> Alf falls off the boat
>> into the icy drink.
>> Climbs back on
>> all roped and laughing.

>> Cindy is naked looking
>> with her nipples pointing through
>> her wet t-shirt
>> covered in red stripes.

>> Ino's turned grey like a stone
>> while the others watch.
>> They wonder if he's fine
>> or not.

>> He didn't awaken until the next evening
>> screaming for a smoke.

>> Double trouble
>> look out for the fox
>> she'll leave you
>> in her wake.

>> Preacher's daughter
>> she's so kinky
>> I almost come
>> just thinking about

>> what she could do for me.

>> Wander down
>> the cold weeded hillside
>> with whoever...
>> well...
>> I don't know her name?

>> Right now
>> that's just none of your business.

>> Cindy's chestnut hair
>> spooky looking green eyes
>> her soul burdened as if by rocks.

>> She always forgets
>> her panties and socks.

>> I'm knowing there was more there
>> to her
>> but it was a very long time ago
>> and it was Winter.

>> I was drinking in the rain
>> when I encountered her.
>> For the first time
>> in a couple of months.

>> I just couldn't give her
>> the world
>> or the harvest moon
>> or Egypt.

>> People keep telling me
>> of the joys
>> of purple passion.

>> Of rain dances and miel honey
>> and the rustle of wind
>> through the valley.

>> Entangling my shoes
>> in the roots
>> I was being seriously me.

>> Cindy was standing
>> hitch hiking with Petra
>> a mystical slut
>> of some reknown.

>> They climbed into my Plymouth
>> into the front seat
>> and little stone eyes
>> sat in the middle.

>> Petra pulled a joint
>> out of my ashtray.
>> She said they needed
>> to get somewhere
>> out of the rain.

>> I took them to Petra's
>> mother's apartment
>> where they took a shower together
>> I waited on the sofa
>> listening to a Doors album.

>> The room was kind of dark
>> and I had a hard on
>> as I waited for the two girls.
>> Watching the wall
>> hearing
>> riders on the storm.

>> -Will Dockery / 12-8-81

>> ----
>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/03/smartest-design-in-modern.html

> cool read...

Thanks again for the nod, General Zod.

🙂

On Tuesday, December 27, 2022 at 6:20:13 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> W-Dockery wrote:
>
> > Smartest Design In Modern
>
> > Cold humanity
> > remains of ice pellets
> > and foggy after the rains.
> > Alf is aloof
> > he's brained on acid.
> > and here we are
> > trying to play cards.
>
> > Cindy is so detached from him
> > she's skinny and lanky
> > sits looking out the window sadly.
>
> > Alf falls off the boat
> > into the icy drink.
> > Climbs back on
> > all roped and laughing.
>
> > Cindy is naked looking
> > with her nipples pointing through
> > her wet t-shirt
> > covered in red stripes.
>
> > Ino's turned grey like a stone
> > while the others watch.
> > They wonder if he's fine
> > or not.
>
> > He didn't awaken until the next evening
> > screaming for a smoke.
>
> > Double trouble
> > look out for the fox
> > she'll leave you
> > in her wake.
>
> > Preacher's daughter
> > she's so kinky
> > I almost come
> > just thinking about
>
> > what she could do for me.
>
> > Wander down
> > the cold weeded hillside
> > with whoever...
> > well...
> > I don't know her name?
>
> > Right now
> > that's just none of your business.
>
> > Cindy's chestnut hair
> > spooky looking green eyes
> > her soul burdened as if by rocks.
>
> > She always forgets
> > her panties and socks.
>
> > I'm knowing there was more there
> > to her
> > but it was a very long time ago
> > and it was Winter.
>
> > I was drinking in the rain
> > when I encountered her.
> > For the first time
> > in a couple of months.
>
> > I just couldn't give her
> > the world
> > or the harvest moon
> > or Egypt.
>
> > People keep telling me
> > of the joys
> > of purple passion.
>
> > Of rain dances and miel honey
> > and the rustle of wind
> > through the valley.
>
> > Entangling my shoes
> > in the roots
> > I was being seriously me.
>
> > Cindy was standing
> > hitch hiking with Petra
> > a mystical slut
> > of some reknown.
>
> > They climbed into my Plymouth
> > into the front seat
> > and little stone eyes
> > sat in the middle.
>
> > Petra pulled a joint
> > out of my ashtray.
> > She said they needed
> > to get somewhere
> > out of the rain.
>
> > I took them to Petra's
> > mother's apartment
> > where they took a shower together
> > I waited on the sofa
> > listening to a Doors album.
>
> > The room was kind of dark
> > and I had a hard on
> > as I waited for the two girls.
> > Watching the wall
> > hearing
> > riders on the storm.
>
> > -Will Dockery / 12-8-81
>
> > ----
> > From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> > https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/03/smartest-design-in-modern.html
> cool read...

Hello there Zod, I hope you're having a great vacation so far.

😐

Michael Pendragon wrote:

> On Thursday, December 22, 2022 at 5:25:16 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>
>> Smartest Design In Modern
>>
>> Cold humanity
>> remains of ice pellets
>> and foggy after the rains.
>> Alf is aloof
>> he's brained on acid.
>> and here we are
>> trying to play cards.
>>
>> Cindy is so detached from him
>> she's skinny and lanky
>> sits looking out the window sadly.
>>
>> Alf falls off the boat
>> into the icy drink.
>> Climbs back on
>> all roped and laughing.
>>
>> Cindy is naked looking
>> with her nipples pointing through
>> her wet t-shirt
>> covered in red stripes.
>>
>> Ino's turned grey like a stone
>> while the others watch.
>> They wonder if he's fine
>> or not.
>>
>> He didn't awaken until the next evening
>> screaming for a smoke.
>>
>> Double trouble
>> look out for the fox
>> she'll leave you
>> in her wake.
>>
>> Preacher's daughter
>> she's so kinky
>> I almost come
>> just thinking about
>>
>> what she could do for me.
>>
>> Wander down
>> the cold weeded hillside
>> with whoever...
>> well...
>> I don't know her name?
>>
>> Right now
>> that's just none of your business.
>>
>> Cindy's chestnut hair
>> spooky looking green eyes
>> her soul burdened as if by rocks.
>>
>> She always forgets
>> her panties and socks.
>>
>> I'm knowing there was more there
>> to her
>> but it was a very long time ago
>> and it was Winter.
>>
>> I was drinking in the rain
>> when I encountered her.
>> For the first time
>> in a couple of months.
>>
>> I just couldn't give her
>> the world
>> or the harvest moon
>> or Egypt.
>>
>> People keep telling me
>> of the joys
>> of purple passion.
>>
>> Of rain dances and miel honey
>> and the rustle of wind
>> through the valley.
>>
>> Entangling my shoes
>> in the roots
>> I was being seriously me.
>>
>> Cindy was standing
>> hitch hiking with Petra
>> a mystical slut
>> of some reknown.
>>
>> They climbed into my Plymouth
>> into the front seat
>> and little stone eyes
>> sat in the middle.
>>
>> Petra pulled a joint
>> out of my ashtray.
>> She said they needed
>> to get somewhere
>> out of the rain.
>>
>> I took them to Petra's
>> mother's apartment
>> where they took a shower together
>> I waited on the sofa
>> listening to a Doors album.
>>
>> The room was kind of dark
>> and I had a hard on
>> as I waited for the two girls.
>> Watching the wall
>> hearing
>> riders on the storm.
>>
>> -Will Dockery / 12-8-81
>>
>> ----
>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/03/smartest-design-in-modern.html

> Ode to a Stiff Willie
> by a stiff Willy.

Hush up, silly troll Penhead....!

On Tuesday, December 27, 2022 at 6:20:13 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> W-Dockery wrote:
>
> > Smartest Design In Modern
>
> > Cold humanity
> > remains of ice pellets
> > and foggy after the rains.
> > Alf is aloof
> > he's brained on acid.
> > and here we are
> > trying to play cards.
>
> > Cindy is so detached from him
> > she's skinny and lanky
> > sits looking out the window sadly.
>
> > Alf falls off the boat
> > into the icy drink.
> > Climbs back on
> > all roped and laughing.
>
> > Cindy is naked looking
> > with her nipples pointing through
> > her wet t-shirt
> > covered in red stripes.
>
> > Ino's turned grey like a stone
> > while the others watch.
> > They wonder if he's fine
> > or not.
>
> > He didn't awaken until the next evening
> > screaming for a smoke.
>
> > Double trouble
> > look out for the fox
> > she'll leave you
> > in her wake.
>
> > Preacher's daughter
> > she's so kinky
> > I almost come
> > just thinking about
>
> > what she could do for me.
>
> > Wander down
> > the cold weeded hillside
> > with whoever...
> > well...
> > I don't know her name?
>
> > Right now
> > that's just none of your business.
>
> > Cindy's chestnut hair
> > spooky looking green eyes
> > her soul burdened as if by rocks.
>
> > She always forgets
> > her panties and socks.
>
> > I'm knowing there was more there
> > to her
> > but it was a very long time ago
> > and it was Winter.
>
> > I was drinking in the rain
> > when I encountered her.
> > For the first time
> > in a couple of months.
>
> > I just couldn't give her
> > the world
> > or the harvest moon
> > or Egypt.
>
> > People keep telling me
> > of the joys
> > of purple passion.
>
> > Of rain dances and miel honey
> > and the rustle of wind
> > through the valley.
>
> > Entangling my shoes
> > in the roots
> > I was being seriously me.
>
> > Cindy was standing
> > hitch hiking with Petra
> > a mystical slut
> > of some reknown.
>
> > They climbed into my Plymouth
> > into the front seat
> > and little stone eyes
> > sat in the middle.
>
> > Petra pulled a joint
> > out of my ashtray.
> > She said they needed
> > to get somewhere
> > out of the rain.
>
> > I took them to Petra's
> > mother's apartment
> > where they took a shower together
> > I waited on the sofa
> > listening to a Doors album.
>
> > The room was kind of dark
> > and I had a hard on
> > as I waited for the two girls.
> > Watching the wall
> > hearing
> > riders on the storm.
>
> > -Will Dockery / 12-8-81
>
> > ----
> > From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> > https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/03/smartest-design-in-modern.html
> cool read...

Good evening, and thanks again for reading and commenting.

;)

General-Zod wrote:

> Michael Pendragon wrote:

>> On Thursday, December 22, 2022 at 5:25:16 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>>> Smartest Design In Modern
>>>
>>> Cold humanity
>>> remains of ice pellets
>>> and foggy after the rains.
>>> Alf is aloof
>>> he's brained on acid.
>>> and here we are
>>> trying to play cards.
>>>
>>> Cindy is so detached from him
>>> she's skinny and lanky
>>> sits looking out the window sadly.
>>>
>>> Alf falls off the boat
>>> into the icy drink.
>>> Climbs back on
>>> all roped and laughing.
>>>
>>> Cindy is naked looking
>>> with her nipples pointing through
>>> her wet t-shirt
>>> covered in red stripes.
>>>
>>> Ino's turned grey like a stone
>>> while the others watch.
>>> They wonder if he's fine
>>> or not.
>>>
>>> He didn't awaken until the next evening
>>> screaming for a smoke.
>>>
>>> Double trouble
>>> look out for the fox
>>> she'll leave you
>>> in her wake.
>>>
>>> Preacher's daughter
>>> she's so kinky
>>> I almost come
>>> just thinking about
>>>
>>> what she could do for me.
>>>
>>> Wander down
>>> the cold weeded hillside
>>> with whoever...
>>> well...
>>> I don't know her name?
>>>
>>> Right now
>>> that's just none of your business.
>>>
>>> Cindy's chestnut hair
>>> spooky looking green eyes
>>> her soul burdened as if by rocks.
>>>
>>> She always forgets
>>> her panties and socks.
>>>
>>> I'm knowing there was more there
>>> to her
>>> but it was a very long time ago
>>> and it was Winter.
>>>
>>> I was drinking in the rain
>>> when I encountered her.
>>> For the first time
>>> in a couple of months.
>>>
>>> I just couldn't give her
>>> the world
>>> or the harvest moon
>>> or Egypt.
>>>
>>> People keep telling me
>>> of the joys
>>> of purple passion.
>>>
>>> Of rain dances and miel honey
>>> and the rustle of wind
>>> through the valley.
>>>
>>> Entangling my shoes
>>> in the roots
>>> I was being seriously me.
>>>
>>> Cindy was standing
>>> hitch hiking with Petra
>>> a mystical slut
>>> of some reknown.
>>>
>>> They climbed into my Plymouth
>>> into the front seat
>>> and little stone eyes
>>> sat in the middle.
>>>
>>> Petra pulled a joint
>>> out of my ashtray.
>>> She said they needed
>>> to get somewhere
>>> out of the rain.
>>>
>>> I took them to Petra's
>>> mother's apartment
>>> where they took a shower together
>>> I waited on the sofa
>>> listening to a Doors album.
>>>
>>> The room was kind of dark
>>> and I had a hard on
>>> as I waited for the two girls.
>>> Watching the wall
>>> hearing
>>> riders on the storm.
>>>
>>> -Will Dockery / 12-8-81
>>>
>>> ----
>>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/03/smartest-design-in-modern.html

>> Ode to a Stiff Willie
>> by a stiff Willy.

> Hush up, silly troll Penhead....!

Happy New Year, Zod.

🙂

Will Dockery wrote:
> General-Zod wrote:

>> Michael Pendragon wrote:

>>> On Thursday, December 22, 2022 at 5:25:16 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>>>
>>>> Smartest Design In Modern
>>>>
>>>> Cold humanity
>>>> remains of ice pellets
>>>> and foggy after the rains.
>>>> Alf is aloof
>>>> he's brained on acid.
>>>> and here we are
>>>> trying to play cards.
>>>>
>>>> Cindy is so detached from him
>>>> she's skinny and lanky
>>>> sits looking out the window sadly.
>>>>
>>>> Alf falls off the boat
>>>> into the icy drink.
>>>> Climbs back on
>>>> all roped and laughing.
>>>>
>>>> Cindy is naked looking
>>>> with her nipples pointing through
>>>> her wet t-shirt
>>>> covered in red stripes.
>>>>
>>>> Ino's turned grey like a stone
>>>> while the others watch.
>>>> They wonder if he's fine
>>>> or not.
>>>>
>>>> He didn't awaken until the next evening
>>>> screaming for a smoke.
>>>>
>>>> Double trouble
>>>> look out for the fox
>>>> she'll leave you
>>>> in her wake.
>>>>
>>>> Preacher's daughter
>>>> she's so kinky
>>>> I almost come
>>>> just thinking about
>>>>
>>>> what she could do for me.
>>>>
>>>> Wander down
>>>> the cold weeded hillside
>>>> with whoever...
>>>> well...
>>>> I don't know her name?
>>>>
>>>> Right now
>>>> that's just none of your business.
>>>>
>>>> Cindy's chestnut hair
>>>> spooky looking green eyes
>>>> her soul burdened as if by rocks.
>>>>
>>>> She always forgets
>>>> her panties and socks.
>>>>
>>>> I'm knowing there was more there
>>>> to her
>>>> but it was a very long time ago
>>>> and it was Winter.
>>>>
>>>> I was drinking in the rain
>>>> when I encountered her.
>>>> For the first time
>>>> in a couple of months.
>>>>
>>>> I just couldn't give her
>>>> the world
>>>> or the harvest moon
>>>> or Egypt.
>>>>
>>>> People keep telling me
>>>> of the joys
>>>> of purple passion.
>>>>
>>>> Of rain dances and miel honey
>>>> and the rustle of wind
>>>> through the valley.
>>>>
>>>> Entangling my shoes
>>>> in the roots
>>>> I was being seriously me.
>>>>
>>>> Cindy was standing
>>>> hitch hiking with Petra
>>>> a mystical slut
>>>> of some reknown.
>>>>
>>>> They climbed into my Plymouth
>>>> into the front seat
>>>> and little stone eyes
>>>> sat in the middle.
>>>>
>>>> Petra pulled a joint
>>>> out of my ashtray.
>>>> She said they needed
>>>> to get somewhere
>>>> out of the rain.
>>>>
>>>> I took them to Petra's
>>>> mother's apartment
>>>> where they took a shower together
>>>> I waited on the sofa
>>>> listening to a Doors album.
>>>>
>>>> The room was kind of dark
>>>> and I had a hard on
>>>> as I waited for the two girls.
>>>> Watching the wall
>>>> hearing
>>>> riders on the storm.
>>>>
>>>> -Will Dockery / 12-8-81
>>>>
>>>> ----
>>>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>>>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/03/smartest-design-in-modern.html

>>> Ode to a Stiff Willie
>>> by a stiff Willy.

>> Hush up, silly troll Penhead....!

> Happy New Year, Zod.

> 🙂

Hi hi hi there Doc....!!

General-Zod wrote:
> Will Dockery wrote:
>> General-Zod wrote:

>>> Michael Pendragon wrote:
>>>> Will Dockery wrote:
>
>>>>> Smartest Design In Modern
>>>>>
>>>>> Cold humanity
>>>>> remains of ice pellets
>>>>> and foggy after the rains.
>>>>> Alf is aloof
>>>>> he's brained on acid.
>>>>> and here we are
>>>>> trying to play cards.
>>>>>
>>>>> Cindy is so detached from him
>>>>> she's skinny and lanky
>>>>> sits looking out the window sadly.
>>>>>
>>>>> Alf falls off the boat
>>>>> into the icy drink.
>>>>> Climbs back on
>>>>> all roped and laughing.
>>>>>
>>>>> Cindy is naked looking
>>>>> with her nipples pointing through
>>>>> her wet t-shirt
>>>>> covered in red stripes.
>>>>>
>>>>> Ino's turned grey like a stone
>>>>> while the others watch.
>>>>> They wonder if he's fine
>>>>> or not.
>>>>>
>>>>> He didn't awaken until the next evening
>>>>> screaming for a smoke.
>>>>>
>>>>> Double trouble
>>>>> look out for the fox
>>>>> she'll leave you
>>>>> in her wake.
>>>>>
>>>>> Preacher's daughter
>>>>> she's so kinky
>>>>> I almost come
>>>>> just thinking about
>>>>>
>>>>> what she could do for me.
>>>>>
>>>>> Wander down
>>>>> the cold weeded hillside
>>>>> with whoever...
>>>>> well...
>>>>> I don't know her name?
>>>>>
>>>>> Right now
>>>>> that's just none of your business.
>>>>>
>>>>> Cindy's chestnut hair
>>>>> spooky looking green eyes
>>>>> her soul burdened as if by rocks.
>>>>>
>>>>> She always forgets
>>>>> her panties and socks.
>>>>>
>>>>> I'm knowing there was more there
>>>>> to her
>>>>> but it was a very long time ago
>>>>> and it was Winter.
>>>>>
>>>>> I was drinking in the rain
>>>>> when I encountered her.
>>>>> For the first time
>>>>> in a couple of months.
>>>>>
>>>>> I just couldn't give her
>>>>> the world
>>>>> or the harvest moon
>>>>> or Egypt.
>>>>>
>>>>> People keep telling me
>>>>> of the joys
>>>>> of purple passion.
>>>>>
>>>>> Of rain dances and miel honey
>>>>> and the rustle of wind
>>>>> through the valley.
>>>>>
>>>>> Entangling my shoes
>>>>> in the roots
>>>>> I was being seriously me.
>>>>>
>>>>> Cindy was standing
>>>>> hitch hiking with Petra
>>>>> a mystical slut
>>>>> of some reknown.
>>>>>
>>>>> They climbed into my Plymouth
>>>>> into the front seat
>>>>> and little stone eyes
>>>>> sat in the middle.
>>>>>
>>>>> Petra pulled a joint
>>>>> out of my ashtray.
>>>>> She said they needed
>>>>> to get somewhere
>>>>> out of the rain.
>>>>>
>>>>> I took them to Petra's
>>>>> mother's apartment
>>>>> where they took a shower together
>>>>> I waited on the sofa
>>>>> listening to a Doors album.
>>>>>
>>>>> The room was kind of dark
>>>>> and I had a hard on
>>>>> as I waited for the two girls.
>>>>> Watching the wall
>>>>> hearing
>>>>> riders on the storm.
>>>>>
>>>>> -Will Dockery / 12-8-81
>>>>>
>>>>> ----
>>>>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>>>>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/03/smartest-design-in-modern.html

>>>> Ode to a Stiff Willie
>>>> by a stiff Willy.

>>> Hush up, silly troll Penhead....!

>> Happy New Year, Zod.

>

> Hi hi hi there Doc....!!

Good morning, my friend, I hope you and Mike are having a great day so far.

🙂

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>
>> Smartest Design In Modern

>> Cold humanity
>> remains of ice pellets
>> and foggy after the rains.
>> Alf is aloof
>> he's brained on acid.
>> and here we are
>> trying to play cards.

>> Cindy is so detached from him
>> she's skinny and lanky
>> sits looking out the window sadly.

>> Alf falls off the boat
>> into the icy drink.
>> Climbs back on
>> all roped and laughing.

>> Cindy is naked looking
>> with her nipples pointing through
>> her wet t-shirt
>> covered in red stripes.

>> Ino's turned grey like a stone
>> while the others watch.
>> They wonder if he's fine
>> or not.

>> He didn't awaken until the next evening
>> screaming for a smoke.

>> Double trouble
>> look out for the fox
>> she'll leave you
>> in her wake.

>> Preacher's daughter
>> she's so kinky
>> I almost come
>> just thinking about

>> what she could do for me.

>> Wander down
>> the cold weeded hillside
>> with whoever...
>> well...
>> I don't know her name?

>> Right now
>> that's just none of your business.

>> Cindy's chestnut hair
>> spooky looking green eyes
>> her soul burdened as if by rocks.

>> She always forgets
>> her panties and socks.

>> I'm knowing there was more there
>> to her
>> but it was a very long time ago
>> and it was Winter.

>> I was drinking in the rain
>> when I encountered her.
>> For the first time
>> in a couple of months.

>> I just couldn't give her
>> the world
>> or the harvest moon
>> or Egypt.

>> People keep telling me
>> of the joys
>> of purple passion.

>> Of rain dances and miel honey
>> and the rustle of wind
>> through the valley.

>> Entangling my shoes
>> in the roots
>> I was being seriously me.

>> Cindy was standing
>> hitch hiking with Petra
>> a mystical slut
>> of some reknown.

>> They climbed into my Plymouth
>> into the front seat
>> and little stone eyes
>> sat in the middle.

>> Petra pulled a joint
>> out of my ashtray.
>> She said they needed
>> to get somewhere
>> out of the rain.

>> I took them to Petra's
>> mother's apartment
>> where they took a shower together
>> I waited on the sofa
>> listening to a Doors album.

>> The room was kind of dark
>> and I had a hard on
>> as I waited for the two girls.
>> Watching the wall
>> hearing
>> riders on the storm.

>> -Will Dockery / 12-8-81

>> ----
>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/03/smartest-design-in-modern.html

> cool read...

On the timeline, this was pretty well written as it happened, although coded for certain reasons.

General-Zod wrote:

> W-Dockery wrote:
>
>> Smartest Design In Modern

>> Cold humanity
>> remains of ice pellets
>> and foggy after the rains.
>> Alf is aloof
>> he's brained on acid.
>> and here we are
>> trying to play cards.

>> Cindy is so detached from him
>> she's skinny and lanky
>> sits looking out the window sadly.

>> Alf falls off the boat
>> into the icy drink.
>> Climbs back on
>> all roped and laughing.

>> Cindy is naked looking
>> with her nipples pointing through
>> her wet t-shirt
>> covered in red stripes.

>> Ino's turned grey like a stone
>> while the others watch.
>> They wonder if he's fine
>> or not.

>> He didn't awaken until the next evening
>> screaming for a smoke.

>> Double trouble
>> look out for the fox
>> she'll leave you
>> in her wake.

>> Preacher's daughter
>> she's so kinky
>> I almost come
>> just thinking about

>> what she could do for me.

>> Wander down
>> the cold weeded hillside
>> with whoever...
>> well...
>> I don't know her name?

>> Right now
>> that's just none of your business.

>> Cindy's chestnut hair
>> spooky looking green eyes
>> her soul burdened as if by rocks.

>> She always forgets
>> her panties and socks.

>> I'm knowing there was more there
>> to her
>> but it was a very long time ago
>> and it was Winter.

>> I was drinking in the rain
>> when I encountered her.
>> For the first time
>> in a couple of months.

>> I just couldn't give her
>> the world
>> or the harvest moon
>> or Egypt.

>> People keep telling me
>> of the joys
>> of purple passion.

>> Of rain dances and miel honey
>> and the rustle of wind
>> through the valley.

>> Entangling my shoes
>> in the roots
>> I was being seriously me.

>> Cindy was standing
>> hitch hiking with Petra
>> a mystical slut
>> of some reknown.

>> They climbed into my Plymouth
>> into the front seat
>> and little stone eyes
>> sat in the middle.

>> Petra pulled a joint
>> out of my ashtray.
>> She said they needed
>> to get somewhere
>> out of the rain.

>> I took them to Petra's
>> mother's apartment
>> where they took a shower together
>> I waited on the sofa
>> listening to a Doors album.

>> The room was kind of dark
>> and I had a hard on
>> as I waited for the two girls.
>> Watching the wall
>> hearing
>> riders on the storm.

>> -Will Dockery / 12-8-81

>> ----
>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/03/smartest-design-in-modern.html

> cool read...

Good afternoon, thanks again for the nod, Zod.

:)

Michael Pendragon wrote:

> On Thursday, December 22, 2022 at 5:25:16 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>> Smartest Design In Modern
>>
>> Cold humanity
>> remains of ice pellets
>> and foggy after the rains.
>> Alf is aloof
>> he's brained on acid.
>> and here we are
>> trying to play cards.
>>
>> Cindy is so detached from him
>> she's skinny and lanky
>> sits looking out the window sadly.
>>
>> Alf falls off the boat
>> into the icy drink.
>> Climbs back on
>> all roped and laughing.
>>
>> Cindy is naked looking
>> with her nipples pointing through
>> her wet t-shirt
>> covered in red stripes.
>>
>> Ino's turned grey like a stone
>> while the others watch.
>> They wonder if he's fine
>> or not.
>>
>> He didn't awaken until the next evening
>> screaming for a smoke.
>>
>> Double trouble
>> look out for the fox
>> she'll leave you
>> in her wake.
>>
>> Preacher's daughter
>> she's so kinky
>> I almost come
>> just thinking about
>>
>> what she could do for me.
>>
>> Wander down
>> the cold weeded hillside
>> with whoever...
>> well...
>> I don't know her name?
>>
>> Right now
>> that's just none of your business.
>>
>> Cindy's chestnut hair
>> spooky looking green eyes
>> her soul burdened as if by rocks.
>>
>> She always forgets
>> her panties and socks.
>>
>> I'm knowing there was more there
>> to her
>> but it was a very long time ago
>> and it was Winter.
>>
>> I was drinking in the rain
>> when I encountered her.
>> For the first time
>> in a couple of months.
>>
>> I just couldn't give her
>> the world
>> or the harvest moon
>> or Egypt.
>>
>> People keep telling me
>> of the joys
>> of purple passion.
>>
>> Of rain dances and miel honey
>> and the rustle of wind
>> through the valley.
>>
>> Entangling my shoes
>> in the roots
>> I was being seriously me.
>>
>> Cindy was standing
>> hitch hiking with Petra
>> a mystical slut
>> of some reknown.
>>
>> They climbed into my Plymouth
>> into the front seat
>> and little stone eyes
>> sat in the middle.
>>
>> Petra pulled a joint
>> out of my ashtray.
>> She said they needed
>> to get somewhere
>> out of the rain.
>>
>> I took them to Petra's
>> mother's apartment
>> where they took a shower together
>> I waited on the sofa
>> listening to a Doors album.
>>
>> The room was kind of dark
>> and I had a hard on
>> as I waited for the two girls.
>> Watching the wall
>> hearing
>> riders on the storm.
>>
>> -Will Dockery / 12-8-81
>>
>> ----
>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/03/smartest-design-in-modern.html

> Ode to a

Hush, troll...!!

General-Zod wrote:

> Michael Pendragon wrote:

>> On Thursday, December 22, 2022 at 5:25:16 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>>> Smartest Design In Modern
>>>
>>> Cold humanity
>>> remains of ice pellets
>>> and foggy after the rains.
>>> Alf is aloof
>>> he's brained on acid.
>>> and here we are
>>> trying to play cards.
>>>
>>> Cindy is so detached from him
>>> she's skinny and lanky
>>> sits looking out the window sadly.
>>>
>>> Alf falls off the boat
>>> into the icy drink.
>>> Climbs back on
>>> all roped and laughing.
>>>
>>> Cindy is naked looking
>>> with her nipples pointing through
>>> her wet t-shirt
>>> covered in red stripes.
>>>
>>> Ino's turned grey like a stone
>>> while the others watch.
>>> They wonder if he's fine
>>> or not.
>>>
>>> He didn't awaken until the next evening
>>> screaming for a smoke.
>>>
>>> Double trouble
>>> look out for the fox
>>> she'll leave you
>>> in her wake.
>>>
>>> Preacher's daughter
>>> she's so kinky
>>> I almost come
>>> just thinking about
>>>
>>> what she could do for me.
>>>
>>> Wander down
>>> the cold weeded hillside
>>> with whoever...
>>> well...
>>> I don't know her name?
>>>
>>> Right now
>>> that's just none of your business.
>>>
>>> Cindy's chestnut hair
>>> spooky looking green eyes
>>> her soul burdened as if by rocks.
>>>
>>> She always forgets
>>> her panties and socks.
>>>
>>> I'm knowing there was more there
>>> to her
>>> but it was a very long time ago
>>> and it was Winter.
>>>
>>> I was drinking in the rain
>>> when I encountered her.
>>> For the first time
>>> in a couple of months.
>>>
>>> I just couldn't give her
>>> the world
>>> or the harvest moon
>>> or Egypt.
>>>
>>> People keep telling me
>>> of the joys
>>> of purple passion.
>>>
>>> Of rain dances and miel honey
>>> and the rustle of wind
>>> through the valley.
>>>
>>> Entangling my shoes
>>> in the roots
>>> I was being seriously me.
>>>
>>> Cindy was standing
>>> hitch hiking with Petra
>>> a mystical slut
>>> of some reknown.
>>>
>>> They climbed into my Plymouth
>>> into the front seat
>>> and little stone eyes
>>> sat in the middle.
>>>
>>> Petra pulled a joint
>>> out of my ashtray.
>>> She said they needed
>>> to get somewhere
>>> out of the rain.
>>>
>>> I took them to Petra's
>>> mother's apartment
>>> where they took a shower together
>>> I waited on the sofa
>>> listening to a Doors album.
>>>
>>> The room was kind of dark
>>> and I had a hard on
>>> as I waited for the two girls.
>>> Watching the wall
>>> hearing
>>> riders on the storm.
>>>
>>> -Will Dockery / 12-8-81
>>>
>>> ----
>>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/03/smartest-design-in-modern.html

>> Ode to a

> Hush, troll...!!

Pendragon shut up?

Not likely.

🙂