Feeling Bob Tonight


The little poets sing of little things:

Hope, cheer, and faith, small queens and puppet kings;

Lovers who kissed and then were made as one,

And modest flowers waving in the sun.

The mighty poets write in blood and tears

And agony that, flame-like, bites and sears.

They reach their mad blind hands into the night,

To plumb abysses dead to human sight;

To drag from gulfs where lunacy lies curled,

Mad, monstrous nightmare shapes to blast the world.


Feeling the black abysses yawning behind me tonight, can’t catch me though, for my keyboard is made of silver and in my strokes lies the power cosmic.

Published in: on February 24, 2011 at 8:30 PM  Leave a Comment  
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It Burns!

It burns us, burns us with the terrible, terrible light of truth!




Published in: on December 14, 2010 at 6:53 PM  Leave a Comment  

The Bolter has arrived at last!

Look upon this, oh enemies of liberty (or at least, of the United States) and despair.


I’ve actually seen one of these weapons used – they are absolutely devastating and what the article doesn’t tell you is that they are often paired with advanced sensor / sights including a sonic device that works kind of like a bat’s echolocation and a thermographic camera that can see right through walls alla the Predator.



Published in: on December 1, 2010 at 6:18 PM  Leave a Comment