Re: Visions

From: Loren Miller <loren_at_J2Uatj1H9GBvTB6oKb9jwbOSJYt1kGCJzIhH19t7ZVtV3tSUq4cgamgdSvZi489XTHL8aO>
Date: Thu, 7 Jun 2001 22:57:43 -0500

> >On the first day of sacred time, what was it you did see?
> >
> >A yurt.
> >A windmill.
> >A windmill-powered yurt.
> >that is guarded by a Grotaron
> >who's being sucked by a duck
> >who's being nuzzled by a nasobleme
> >who is growling at a gulper
> >who is farting in his fury at the red moon in the sky!
> >
> >
> >On the second day of sacred time, what was it you did see?
>
> A moose.

A moose.
An elk you silly goose.
A european red deer,
A reindeer and a yak,
Riding on Harrek's back,
Smuggling a stack
of hazia from Prack... er... Prax

On the third day of sacred time, what was it you did see?

>From Prax, from Prax,

Where never went a Zax.
Northgoing Zax in Prax,
or Southgoing Praxian Zax.
When you'd think they'd run in packs,
Packs and packs of yapping Zax,
Beeping tenor and alto sax,
Northward and Southward to the max;
But the search cannot relax,
Or rest in Lunar Pax.
For of Zax Prax lacks.
It lacks Praxian Zax with ex-lax,
piled in taxidermic stacks,
or on sorted supermarket racks,
whether duty-free or with tax.
Wherefore art thou, Zax of Prax?
Off playing jacks, and wisecracks,
With Menelaeus and Ajax?
And so my wroth doth wax,
On the backs of the missing Zax.
alack, alay, and more alacks.

Hmmmm, I think that bit is worth sending to one of the "real" glorantha lists.

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Loren Miller <loren_at_Dv1lQaQXnjSnONjONGyqmUCr99j5XaEPY9RWh7LpPS1FyiBO4grDO0cF7BhwtGCBnvUqhK4J.yahoo.invalid>
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