1. Originally Posted by KTK8
OK...I am sorry for thinking that...
I've just kinda been down lately...I didn't want to leave, just also felt like I wasn't wanted.
Hope I get back to myself soon. This sucks!!!
A mild sizzling sound can be heard as yardbyrd's image seems to be at the mercy of some kind of old tube run TV; his image rolls vertically, then horizontally, grows bright, grows dim and finally appears in color as does yardbyrd! That new found medallion is glowing with a blue aura as he speaks:
"I'm sorry that things are going really rough for you right now. Life is a difficult thing a lot of the time. That's why we need a place like Vapeland. Remember that we always want you here; here is where we all feel wanted; here is where we all feel loved and appreciated; here is that odd, abstract, tiny, and illusive shelter from the storms of life. Stay and be safe; stay and be happy; stay and continue to build this haven in cyberspace that we call Vapeland.
I have posted this in another thread but don't know if I posted it here. It bears repeating:
Resume
"Razors pain you and rivers are damp.
Acids stain you and drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful.
Nooses give.
Gas smells awful!
You might as well live."
-Dorothy Parker
"A final appeal to all Vapelandians; let us treasure this place, and all who post here for as long as we can."
Suddenly a TV repairman, carrying a tool box, and wearing coveralls that say "Al's TV Repair" in a television shaped logo on the back appears. He approaches yardbyrd and smiling immensely he produces a screwdriver from somewhere and sticks it into the air next to the byrd. He is engrossed in his job and says as he twists the tool:
"Now lets see about that vertical hold......"
He twists the screwdriver to the right and he pops out of existence, but the screwdriver remains; it turns to the left and yardbyrd and his perch begin to roll vertically until his image is a blur and *POP* he is gone again.
The screwdriver stops and turns to the right, then to the left, as if looking for something and *POOF* it dematerializes.
A blue smear of a streak appears in the sky above Vapeland. It can be seen from horizon to horizon from left to right.
A tiny sparkle of faraway platinum can be seen for an instant and you hear that smooth human voice:
"Just a quick flyby to Hail all Vapelandians but some specifically: Happy Birthday to the Humongous one! May your presents dwarf your presence! SO nice to see you DI and I meant every word of what I said about Pear Ship. KTK8: maybe things are looking up already (I hope KTK8 is looking up! Morri sorry about the meds. I myself take 3 everyday. I probably would have been but old bones under the ground of Vapeland, long, long ago if it wasn't for them. Re: my rambling prose (Wasn't that a song by Nat King Cole? "Ramblin'prose...Ramlin' prose. Where she came from no one knows... )
it is as much a part of me as my skin. A near stream of consciousness isn't quite right since I offer it consideration and prepare before posting most of the time. It is a small investment to enchance our journey through cyberspace. Yardbyrd has been in cyberspace for quite a long time.
I say adieu to you all until we meet again. My work schedule kicks back in tomorrow and I have another 4 12.5 hour + nights in a row to work.
The sparkle in the sky becomes a beam that touches the ground and widens forming a beautiful crystal like lighting effect bathing all present (and those who are not but don't yet know it) with a sense of fondness, peace, and happieness.
The smear in the sky is moving backwards until it disappears from the sky....then you can hear it far away, yet distinct, like an echo (tweet)!
9/11/12
The distant whine of turbines can be heard, again, over the sky of Vapeland. It grows louder, and louder, and even LOUDER...4 F4 Phantom Fighters streak across the higest visible spot in the sky going from one side of the horizon to the other in 5 seconds. When they are half way across the sky two Harrier Jump jets can be seen approaching perpendicular to the main forest clearing in the center of Vapeland. They grow closer until the force of their engines starts blowing the tabecloth up on the tea table when the right hand Jump Jet opens it's canopy slightly and tosses an odd bundle out; it opens slowly and begins to descend turning blue and assuming the form of yardbyrd. He glides down toward the ground, his platinum medallion glistening white light and reflecting a prism of blue and red. A plain wooden perch appears below him and he lights on it. That smooth human voice can be heard again coming from the odd winged creature:
"Hail and greetings Vapelandians! I'm sorry to have missed so much in such a short time. Welcome you new comers who join us here in the heart of our heart of hearts to revel, discuss, imagine, enjoy, and engage in joviality, philosophical ramblings, and gregariousness."
He bows his head slightly and the platinum chain around his neck reflects light with that prism effect and he raises his head and looks seriously straight forward.
"Today many of us mark our calendars to remember those who sacrificed so much for us this day; some voluntarily others not so willingly. I brought a few co-workers with me today."
Suddenly there is an olive branch in yardbyrd's beak and turning his head to left he looks slightly upward. A dozen brilliantly white doves are flying just above the treeline their pure white color enhanced by the special light of Vapeland and they continue flying until they are gone over the canopy of trees to the right.
Yardbyrd jumps off his perch and lays the olive branch on the ground, his byrd head, tilting first one way and then the other as he inspects it carefully. He pauses and looking around tries to make eye contact with everyone.
"I offer, again, a bit of poetry, on this day, in the hope of stirring the spirit, spurring the imagination, and paying tribute to those who cannot be here today."
The Dark Hills
"Dark hills at evening, in the West
Where sunset hovers like the sound
of Golden horns that sang to rest
Old bones of warriors underground.
Far now from all their bannered ways
where flash the legions of the sun
You fade as if the last of days, was fading,
and all war was done."
-Edwin Arlington Robinson.
Suddenly the Harrier Jump jets are streaking across the sky to the left; above them the F4 Phantom fighters are zooming to the left. Beneath them the doves are flying down, close, closer, closest, and they light upon the ground. One dove timidly walks forward and takes the olive branch in her mouth. She walks over to yardyrd and lightly taps the top of his head with it and they all evaporate in a glittering vapor that leaves a slight azure tint; a tiny tribute and word of thanks to those who observe.
OK...I am sorry for thinking that...
I've just kinda been down lately...I didn't want to leave, just also felt like I wasn't wanted.
Hope I get back to myself soon. This sucks!!!
A mild sizzling sound can be heard as yardbyrd's image seems to be at the mercy of some kind of old tube run TV; his image rolls vertically, then horizontally, grows bright, grows dim and finally appears in color as does yardbyrd! That new found medallion is glowing with a blue aura as he speaks:
"I'm sorry that things are going really rough for you right now. Life is a difficult thing a lot of the time. That's why we need a place like Vapeland. Remember that we always want you here; here is where we all feel wanted; here is where we all feel loved and appreciated; here is that odd, abstract, tiny, and illusive shelter from the storms of life. Stay and be safe; stay and be happy; stay and continue to build this haven in cyberspace that we call Vapeland.
I have posted this in another thread but don't know if I posted it here. It bears repeating:
Resume
"Razors pain you and rivers are damp.
Acids stain you and drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful.
Nooses give.
Gas smells awful!
You might as well live."
-Dorothy Parker
"A final appeal to all Vapelandians; let us treasure this place, and all who post here for as long as we can."
Suddenly a TV repairman, carrying a tool box, and wearing coveralls that say "Al's TV Repair" in a television shaped logo on the back appears. He approaches yardbyrd and smiling immensely he produces a screwdriver from somewhere and sticks it into the air next to the byrd. He is engrossed in his job and says as he twists the tool:
"Now lets see about that vertical hold......"
He twists the screwdriver to the right and he pops out of existence, but the screwdriver remains; it turns to the left and yardbyrd and his perch begin to roll vertically until his image is a blur and *POP* he is gone again.
The screwdriver stops and turns to the right, then to the left, as if looking for something and *POOF* it dematerializes.
A blue smear of a streak appears in the sky above Vapeland. It can be seen from horizon to horizon from left to right.
A tiny sparkle of faraway platinum can be seen for an instant and you hear that smooth human voice:
"Just a quick flyby to Hail all Vapelandians but some specifically: Happy Birthday to the Humongous one! May your presents dwarf your presence! SO nice to see you DI and I meant every word of what I said about Pear Ship. KTK8: maybe things are looking up already (I hope KTK8 is looking up! Morri sorry about the meds. I myself take 3 everyday. I probably would have been but old bones under the ground of Vapeland, long, long ago if it wasn't for them. Re: my rambling prose (Wasn't that a song by Nat King Cole? "Ramblin'prose...Ramlin' prose. Where she came from no one knows... )
it is as much a part of me as my skin. A near stream of consciousness isn't quite right since I offer it consideration and prepare before posting most of the time. It is a small investment to enchance our journey through cyberspace. Yardbyrd has been in cyberspace for quite a long time.
I say adieu to you all until we meet again. My work schedule kicks back in tomorrow and I have another 4 12.5 hour + nights in a row to work.
The sparkle in the sky becomes a beam that touches the ground and widens forming a beautiful crystal like lighting effect bathing all present (and those who are not but don't yet know it) with a sense of fondness, peace, and happieness.
The smear in the sky is moving backwards until it disappears from the sky....then you can hear it far away, yet distinct, like an echo (tweet)!
9/11/12
The distant whine of turbines can be heard, again, over the sky of Vapeland. It grows louder, and louder, and even LOUDER...4 F4 Phantom Fighters streak across the higest visible spot in the sky going from one side of the horizon to the other in 5 seconds. When they are half way across the sky two Harrier Jump jets can be seen approaching perpendicular to the main forest clearing in the center of Vapeland. They grow closer until the force of their engines starts blowing the tabecloth up on the tea table when the right hand Jump Jet opens it's canopy slightly and tosses an odd bundle out; it opens slowly and begins to descend turning blue and assuming the form of yardbyrd. He glides down toward the ground, his platinum medallion glistening white light and reflecting a prism of blue and red. A plain wooden perch appears below him and he lights on it. That smooth human voice can be heard again coming from the odd winged creature:
"Hail and greetings Vapelandians! I'm sorry to have missed so much in such a short time. Welcome you new comers who join us here in the heart of our heart of hearts to revel, discuss, imagine, enjoy, and engage in joviality, philosophical ramblings, and gregariousness."
He bows his head slightly and the platinum chain around his neck reflects light with that prism effect and he raises his head and looks seriously straight forward.
"Today many of us mark our calendars to remember those who sacrificed so much for us this day; some voluntarily others not so willingly. I brought a few co-workers with me today."
Suddenly there is an olive branch in yardbyrd's beak and turning his head to left he looks slightly upward. A dozen brilliantly white doves are flying just above the treeline their pure white color enhanced by the special light of Vapeland and they continue flying until they are gone over the canopy of trees to the right.
Yardbyrd jumps off his perch and lays the olive branch on the ground, his byrd head, tilting first one way and then the other as he inspects it carefully. He pauses and looking around tries to make eye contact with everyone.
"I offer, again, a bit of poetry, on this day, in the hope of stirring the spirit, spurring the imagination, and paying tribute to those who cannot be here today."
The Dark Hills
"Dark hills at evening, in the West
Where sunset hovers like the sound
of Golden horns that sang to rest
Old bones of warriors underground.
Far now from all their bannered ways
where flash the legions of the sun
You fade as if the last of days, was fading,
and all war was done."
-Edwin Arlington Robinson.
Suddenly the Harrier Jump jets are streaking across the sky to the left; above them the F4 Phantom fighters are zooming to the left. Beneath them the doves are flying down, close, closer, closest, and they light upon the ground. One dove timidly walks forward and takes the olive branch in her mouth. She walks over to yardyrd and lightly taps the top of his head with it and they all evaporate in a glittering vapor that leaves a slight azure tint; a tiny tribute and word of thanks to those who observe.
