The guild was holding a party inside of a thunder egg nestled in the Bruneau sand dunes the other night. The place was stone rocking. Sometime after midnight the local coyotes gathered on the ridges to throw some late night gossip toward the moon. The DJ stopped spinning long enough for the guild members present to distinctly hear one coyote tell the group that our pal LizJah had joined a cult. Said he'd been spotted at a few amway meetings recently..........
guild rep #8
Busted!!
Like a thunder-egg crusted with
stuff.
Coyotes howling...wanting Lj to Incant Crowley,
So that they could get a little by the light of the moon.
Moon growing, Nitrous flowing, fire rolling,
with Red Jerry kicking the groove.
Secret life?
He wears a big fat hat.
Take that!!
Lj
Quickly we approach Saddams birth-day (April 28th) the very same day as some of the fabulous SP possie.
Lj, Cenacle, and one nebulous other...)Speak!( to Celebrate the neck-snapping day of Tauruses in our stinky holes.
Woot!
Watch the Fat-Master Y doodle his guitar!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iPtLcfkr ... ed&search= (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iPtLcfkrPIE&mode=related&search=)
Ever,
Lizzy