10/26/12 7:28 PM
IKAG:Let's turn up the competition! I summon yardbyrd
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10/26/12 7:51 PM
1. Originally Posted by iKN0WaGH0ST
Let's turn up the competition! I summon yardbyrd
Sent from my Galaxy Nexus using Tapatalk 2
IKAG is standing next to the tea table in the clearing in the middle of Vapeland. He's just finished a delicious amaretto almond flavored cookie and downed his cup of tea. As he places the teacup on the table he is thinking...I summon yardbyrd.
All at once the sunny day starts to grow dim; the light reduces as if an aperture was closing slowly, gingerly, almost not at all. IKAG is suddenly thinking, in a rather nervous way, "I know a ghost, I know a ghost, I know a ghost" over and over like some odd mantra.
The trees grow spindly long and turn black. The sky begins to cover with dark black clouds as bright white lightning splits the sky, forked and large, hanging for a few seconds and leaving an after trace as it fades. THe wind rises from the forest and rain begins to fall in waves, then tirades, and when the lightning flashes a thunderclap accompanies it and when it strikes the ground yardbyrd appears on his plain wooden perch.
"Hail, salutations, greetings, and lauds Vapelandians! Viva Vapeland! Viva La Vapeland! Vivia La Vita Vapeland! Looking over at the soaking wet, and apparently surprise IKAG, yardbyrd, scratches on his perch, once, twice, and on the third scratch, the sky is clear, the rain is gone, the wind has died; James has appeared, wearing a trim three piece chalk-white striped, black suit. His new glasses make him appear clearer some how. Placing one arm across his waist he bows low, his ruby cufflink reflecting the sunbeam like a demented disco mirroed ball, and when he rises yardbyrd vanishes, but James remains.
IKAG is completely dry and a beam of golden sunshine is breaking through the dissipating clouds, and falling upon his face, his nervousness vanishes.
"Ahh...uh...", James stumbles in his speech momentarily, looking around slightly disoriented, then he seems to have a realization. "Greetings and lauds Vapelandians, Aliceandrians, Hatterites, Rabbitites, catterpillerians, and others; Viva Vapeland!
My employer was extremely busy in the third to the fourth powered sphere of the realm of...uhh..with his current duties but took the time to send me on his behalf. I don't believe that competition in regard to art is always a healthy thing. Art should grow from its own tiny mustard seed-like state into it's own massive Arborarium, unfettered, unconstrained, free, and clear. It is only luck that you happened to catch his attention and bring him, and me in turn to you.
I see Vapelandians still continue in their excellent and stirring exchange of ideas, arts, crafts, technologies and fond regards for each other.
So I will be here with you all for a short time to interact and talk, think and exchange, care and inspire, talk and enjoy jovial good cheer. My boss's energy is not unlimited, as much as it may seem so, and the bulk of it is currently needed elsewhere. So Iknowaghost...exactly which spirit from which realm are you familiar with...if you'll excuse my pun"
A sound like air letting out of a balloon is almost comedic and as it ends yardbyrd appears:
"Hail! Greetings and salutations Vapelandians! Just a quick flyby to attempt to bolster those in harms way. I am so happy to hear that those among us in the path of Sandy are unharmed. James must leave for work soon so my time is very limited. You all are in my thoughts and prayers. I agree to keep a sober image of those who lost everything....worst of all their lives. It seems our little community has been blessed to be spared such a fate!
Blessings, concern, positive thoughts and energies to you all...maybe when he gets off at work at 0600 he'll post a few pictures of the storm damage he suffered a couple years back.
Be well everyone. Thank you, everyone, for just being here and the support and pleasant posts; they are in themselves an invaluable asset, not only to those of us who read them but...ultimately...to those who post them.
Viva Vapeland! Viva La Vapeland! Viva La Vita Vapeland!"
A surf like sound of gentle waves washing a sandy beach can be heard and yardbyrd is suddenly gone.
10/20/12
A sound like air letting out of a balloon is almost comedic and as it ends yardbyrd appears:
"Hail! Greetings and salutations Vapelandians! Just a quick flyby to attempt to bolster those in harms way. I am so happy to hear that those among us in the path of Sandy are unharmed. James must leave for work soon so my time is very limited. You all are in my thoughts and prayers. I agree to keep a sober image of those who lost everything....worst of all their lives. It seems our little community has been blessed to be spared such a fate!
Blessings, concern, positive thoughts and energies to you all...maybe when he gets off at work at 0600 he'll post a few pictures of the storm damage he suffered a couple years back.
Be well everyone. Thank you, everyone, for just being here and the support and pleasant posts; they are in themselves an invaluable asset, not only to those of us who read them but...ultimately...to those who post them.
Viva Vapeland! Viva La Vapeland! Viva La Vita Vapeland!"
A surf like sound of gentle waves washing a sandy beach can be heard and yardbyrd is suddenly gone.
IKAG:Let's turn up the competition! I summon yardbyrd
Sent from my Galaxy Nexus using Tapatalk 2
10/26/12 7:51 PM
1. Originally Posted by iKN0WaGH0ST
Let's turn up the competition! I summon yardbyrd
Sent from my Galaxy Nexus using Tapatalk 2
IKAG is standing next to the tea table in the clearing in the middle of Vapeland. He's just finished a delicious amaretto almond flavored cookie and downed his cup of tea. As he places the teacup on the table he is thinking...I summon yardbyrd.
All at once the sunny day starts to grow dim; the light reduces as if an aperture was closing slowly, gingerly, almost not at all. IKAG is suddenly thinking, in a rather nervous way, "I know a ghost, I know a ghost, I know a ghost" over and over like some odd mantra.
The trees grow spindly long and turn black. The sky begins to cover with dark black clouds as bright white lightning splits the sky, forked and large, hanging for a few seconds and leaving an after trace as it fades. THe wind rises from the forest and rain begins to fall in waves, then tirades, and when the lightning flashes a thunderclap accompanies it and when it strikes the ground yardbyrd appears on his plain wooden perch.
"Hail, salutations, greetings, and lauds Vapelandians! Viva Vapeland! Viva La Vapeland! Vivia La Vita Vapeland! Looking over at the soaking wet, and apparently surprise IKAG, yardbyrd, scratches on his perch, once, twice, and on the third scratch, the sky is clear, the rain is gone, the wind has died; James has appeared, wearing a trim three piece chalk-white striped, black suit. His new glasses make him appear clearer some how. Placing one arm across his waist he bows low, his ruby cufflink reflecting the sunbeam like a demented disco mirroed ball, and when he rises yardbyrd vanishes, but James remains.
IKAG is completely dry and a beam of golden sunshine is breaking through the dissipating clouds, and falling upon his face, his nervousness vanishes.
"Ahh...uh...", James stumbles in his speech momentarily, looking around slightly disoriented, then he seems to have a realization. "Greetings and lauds Vapelandians, Aliceandrians, Hatterites, Rabbitites, catterpillerians, and others; Viva Vapeland!
My employer was extremely busy in the third to the fourth powered sphere of the realm of...uhh..with his current duties but took the time to send me on his behalf. I don't believe that competition in regard to art is always a healthy thing. Art should grow from its own tiny mustard seed-like state into it's own massive Arborarium, unfettered, unconstrained, free, and clear. It is only luck that you happened to catch his attention and bring him, and me in turn to you.
I see Vapelandians still continue in their excellent and stirring exchange of ideas, arts, crafts, technologies and fond regards for each other.
So I will be here with you all for a short time to interact and talk, think and exchange, care and inspire, talk and enjoy jovial good cheer. My boss's energy is not unlimited, as much as it may seem so, and the bulk of it is currently needed elsewhere. So Iknowaghost...exactly which spirit from which realm are you familiar with...if you'll excuse my pun"
A sound like air letting out of a balloon is almost comedic and as it ends yardbyrd appears:
"Hail! Greetings and salutations Vapelandians! Just a quick flyby to attempt to bolster those in harms way. I am so happy to hear that those among us in the path of Sandy are unharmed. James must leave for work soon so my time is very limited. You all are in my thoughts and prayers. I agree to keep a sober image of those who lost everything....worst of all their lives. It seems our little community has been blessed to be spared such a fate!
Blessings, concern, positive thoughts and energies to you all...maybe when he gets off at work at 0600 he'll post a few pictures of the storm damage he suffered a couple years back.
Be well everyone. Thank you, everyone, for just being here and the support and pleasant posts; they are in themselves an invaluable asset, not only to those of us who read them but...ultimately...to those who post them.
Viva Vapeland! Viva La Vapeland! Viva La Vita Vapeland!"
A surf like sound of gentle waves washing a sandy beach can be heard and yardbyrd is suddenly gone.
10/20/12
A sound like air letting out of a balloon is almost comedic and as it ends yardbyrd appears:
"Hail! Greetings and salutations Vapelandians! Just a quick flyby to attempt to bolster those in harms way. I am so happy to hear that those among us in the path of Sandy are unharmed. James must leave for work soon so my time is very limited. You all are in my thoughts and prayers. I agree to keep a sober image of those who lost everything....worst of all their lives. It seems our little community has been blessed to be spared such a fate!
Blessings, concern, positive thoughts and energies to you all...maybe when he gets off at work at 0600 he'll post a few pictures of the storm damage he suffered a couple years back.
Be well everyone. Thank you, everyone, for just being here and the support and pleasant posts; they are in themselves an invaluable asset, not only to those of us who read them but...ultimately...to those who post them.
Viva Vapeland! Viva La Vapeland! Viva La Vita Vapeland!"
A surf like sound of gentle waves washing a sandy beach can be heard and yardbyrd is suddenly gone.
