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[quote="Sunny du Pree"][quote="UbbeAgonistes"]It was with great curiosity that I have just heard through the great freaking ghost board that HE lives... he... him.... Lance... Lance Poster fomenting disstatic yet again for us all... Arise ye, and hear.... all who have ears masikio asikio - LANCE POSTER LIVES!!!! - Mistah U.[/quote] As a one time columnist and tv host for PUSH I have come out of semi-retirement to encourage [b]Lance Poster [/b]to continue his fight for the rights of all free living spirits! There were many driven to despair when last written we saw that all that was left of Lance Poster were marks of blood left on the brick walls in a prison where Lance Poster lived his last "known appearance". It was assumed that Lance climbed the wall so he could see out of the only window and that he lost his life behind those prison walls. It is with great joy that I herald Lance's return from the dead! :rockon: [b]STAY FREE LANCE! STAY FREE!!!!!![/b] In the interest of the press, UbbeAgonistes, since you have tracked him perhaps you can send out smoke signals so that I can follow what Lance has been recently fomenting!!!!![/quote]
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Sunny du Pree
UbbeAgonistes wrote:
You are quite welcome my newsworthy newsmaker... we are good to remember all the big and little things we so often take for granted... like it's not always what we say, but what we don't say that is of import. Or like the Great God Miles once famously stated - "You don't have to play everything." Pause, caesura, rest, emptiness, the void between the spaces sometimes is just as important as the vapid ramblings of too-much-speak.
As I well know...
Just a quick one here to tell you that I spent a damp and dank eventide in an alley aside the landmark aside the river that takes us nowhere and everywhere at once... no new missives from Lance but I'm yet pondering the other one haunted by its words, haunted by the waitress and her auburn eyes, haunted by a truth as yet unspoken.
Fearing, believing, loving, living... on the run - motion, yes, motion... doing! Looking for the key, trying to remember how it goes, knowing full well why to do so!
I understand the dark void. It sought me out...I did not seek it.
Now is the time for action and no more rambling in time.
Time is relative lets use what we have left for positve action.
The spirit of Lance Poster speaks to my very soul and I shall honor his ideals
Crackerbox Palace is in the state of My Mind, USA
God Bless St. George and Scribe Stevenson!
Are there really coincedences? Is it a wave or a particle or a piece of string?
I remember free Lance Poster
Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 11:37 am
UbbeAgonistes
You are quite welcome my newsworthy newsmaker... we are good to remember all the big and little things we so often take for granted... like it's not always what we say, but what we don't say that is of import. Or like the Great God Miles once famously stated - "You don't have to play everything." Pause, caesura, rest, emptiness, the void between the spaces sometimes is just as important as the vapid ramblings of too-much-speak.
As I well know...
Just a quick one here to tell you that I spent a damp and dank eventide in an alley aside the landmark aside the river that takes us nowhere and everywhere at once... no new missives from Lance but I'm yet pondering the other one haunted by its words, haunted by the waitress and her auburn eyes, haunted by a truth as yet unspoken.
Fearing, believing, loving, living... on the run - motion, yes, motion... doing! Looking for the key, trying to remember how it goes, knowing full well why to do so!
Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2007 8:58 am
Sunny du Pree
UbbeAgonistes wrote:
Okay... gotta skedaddle, Sunny my girl. The barista - baristress? baristrette? Whatever the freak we call our coffee-pushers these days... she's looking at me funny. In that odd caffeinated way that means no good to you or me or any one under the pale blue afternoon sky... nothing good can come of it, not for me at least. But she's got that glint - that glint, don't you know - that I've seen before or maybe only dreamed I did - that rings familiar in an unfamiliar way.
And right as I'm typing those very words, she comes up to my table, picks up my java, wipes the ring of brown from off of the laminate, and then bends even lower, making darned sure I can see all the way to her freaking knees through her decolletage, as she slides her hand into her apron.
My gosh my nerve impulses quicken and as I'm ready to bolt for the door too late with my laptop and my fear, she hands to me a jump drive - and while I must've appeared to stare dumbly at her, she takes it back and sticks it in a vacant USB port for me and turns away with a wink of the eye and a haughy swish of the skirt. Over her shoulder she calls, "you have ten minutes... read quick!"
This is what was on the disk.. A text file... from St. George the Benevolent... Gregor almighty... the Harry one...
Being more than somewhat a fan (of both! You'll understand in time I hope), I knew what it meant immediately... discerned it, ciphered it again and will be outta there with my laptop, my fear and a destination in hand. At least another step closer to it... as soon as I can pass along this missive.
So I see now I need to find the key to breaking the astral mystery of the initial destination... it will come ... have faith.. have patience... but for now I must run... all will be revealed... I know.
If I get lost, or waylaid, or if I'm off trapped somewhere looking off through a, well, here is what I found...
Quote:
I was so young I was born
My eyes could not yet see
And by the time of my first dawn
Somebody holding me . . . they said
I welcome you to Crackerbox Palace
We've been expecting
You bring such joy in Crackerbox Palace
No matter where you know our love is true
While growing up or trying
Not knowing where to start
I looked around for someone who
May help reveal my heart - someone said
While you're a part of Cracerbox Palace
Do what rest all do
Or face the fact that Crackerbox Palace
May have no other choice than to deport you
I welcome you to Crackerbox
We've been expecting you
You bring us joy in Crackerbox Palace
No matter where you roam know our love is true
Sometimes are good . . . sometimes are bad
That's all a part life
And standing in between m all
I met a Mr. Grief - and he said
I welcome you to Crackerbox Palace
Was not expecting you
Let's rap and tap at Crackerbox Palace
Know that the is well and inside of you
Gotta scoot...
That was so wonderful! Thank you for sharing and thank you for caring!
Quote:
Know that the Lord is well and inside of you
Thank you for reminding me!
Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2007 12:49 pm
Sunny du Pree
Lance is worthy
For all who are interested in Lance's cause here is a link to the last we heard from our brave Lance Poster
http://mywebpage.netscape.com/posterite/instant/rants.html
Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2007 12:43 pm
UbbeAgonistes
Okay... gotta skedaddle, Sunny my girl. The barista - baristress? baristrette? Whatever the freak we call our coffee-pushers these days... she's looking at me funny. In that odd caffeinated way that means no good to you or me or any one under the pale blue afternoon sky... nothing good can come of it, not for me at least. But she's got that glint - that glint, don't you know - that I've seen before or maybe only dreamed I did - that rings familiar in an unfamiliar way.
And right as I'm typing those very words, she comes up to my table, picks up my java, wipes the ring of brown from off of the laminate, and then bends even lower, making darned sure I can see all the way to her freaking knees through her decolletage, as she slides her hand into her apron.
My gosh my nerve impulses quicken and as I'm ready to bolt for the door too late with my laptop and my fear, she hands to me a jump drive - and while I must've appeared to stare dumbly at her, she takes it back and sticks it in a vacant USB port for me and turns away with a wink of the eye and a haughy swish of the skirt. Over her shoulder she calls, "you have ten minutes... read quick!"
This is what was on the disk.. A text file... from St. George the Benevolent... Gregor almighty... the Harry one...
Being more than somewhat a fan (of both! You'll understand in time I hope), I knew what it meant immediately... discerned it, ciphered it again and will be outta there with my laptop, my fear and a destination in hand. At least another step closer to it... as soon as I can pass along this missive.
So I see now I need to find the key to breaking the astral mystery of the initial destination... it will come ... have faith.. have patience... but for now I must run... all will be revealed... I know.
If I get lost, or waylaid, or if I'm off trapped somewhere looking off through a, well, here is what I found...
Quote:
I was so young I was born
My eyes could not yet see
And by the time of my first dawn
Somebody holding me . . . they said
I welcome you to Crackerbox Palace
We've been expecting
You bring such joy in Crackerbox Palace
No matter where you know our love is true
While growing up or trying
Not knowing where to start
I looked around for someone who
May help reveal my heart - someone said
While you're a part of Cracerbox Palace
Do what rest all do
Or face the fact that Crackerbox Palace
May have no other choice than to deport you
I welcome you to Crackerbox
We've been expecting you
You bring us joy in Crackerbox Palace
No matter where you roam know our love is true
Sometimes are good . . . sometimes are bad
That's all a part life
And standing in between m all
I met a Mr. Grief - and he said
I welcome you to Crackerbox Palace
Was not expecting you
Let's rap and tap at Crackerbox Palace
Know that the is well and inside of you
Gotta scoot...
Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2007 12:37 pm
Sunny du Pree
Re: MistahREE MistahU
UbbeAgonistes wrote:
Sunny, I will be brief here, my long lost friend, because it is late on a -what the heck is it? friday? but I have taken this nom de plume and this incarnation to distract for at least a moment the autmunal heat of this glaring medial light of darkness being cast in my direction sending shadow and sweat sprawling forth in equal shards of wickedness abandoned before me as I hurtle breathlessly on pathways to the next godforsaken - or God be praised - internet cafe where inshallah my wifi don't fail me now!
Best rest assured that I am your old correspondent with the name taken from Robert Louis' tome. But mark my words, and word my marks, I am a-scared, Sunny. I'm a-scared! This world - you know it is so - is so rife with nothingness again..yet... still... the bland, banal quiet of a billion silent drummers - and I know - KNOW, as I know my own beating, bleating heart - that this is the reason for Lance Poster to arise anew. I don't quite understand the metaphysics of it all - never could quite get that part of it, but geesh almighty!, if it is indeed true, then we must embrace it.
But now here's the problem... the rub... the dilemma... the crux of the matter...
I have been informed - as I always was - in curious means of abnormal invention by a friend of a friend of an uncle of a colleague of someone who might actually know and I hope to hell he or she (I don't know!) does - that Lance Poster is indeed alive. But like me - who am dogged by these hellhounds of dubious descent - Lance is on the run... somewhere on the lam... and I know not where. I know not yet why. I am told that I will be given clues to help me find him, to find why- maybe I'll even make it to him in time this time. If I can by God - yes, by God! - get there first.
All I know is that I must leave this occidental world, this shade of occupational awkwardness and conventional convention to seek forth again the wicked wilderness of fomenting disstatic amongst the people of this glorious orb who deserve better than we have been given, than our generations have wrought!
Let us again blow our horns into the very orifice of the cosmos, Sunny! Let us foment! Let us FIND LANCE POSTER!
I will wait for word of Lance. His cause has not been forgotten as long as there is one person that knows of his battle.There will be no cease of the search of the truth that is instilled in Lance Poster
!FOMENTERS UNITE! WE MUST FIGHT THE ENTERNAL BATTLE OF EVIL!
!!!!!!!PICK UP YOUR BANNERS AND FIND LANCE POSTER!!!!!!!
Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2007 12:12 pm
Sunny du Pree
imbri wrote:
Sunny!
(speechless!)
(I've missed you!!!)
Quote:
SpaceBass Hooray, Sunny Du Pree!
THANK YOU FOR THE CHOCOLATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I have missed all of you as well, I miss leleleing with you guys!!!!!!!!!!!
It does not do for a correspondent in the media to take 3yrs off but with Sloman getting bail soon I had to lay low.
I am very impressed with the way unficiton has grown. I knew in my sunny little heart when I first started ARGs that they would be big!
It is good to see all the new Posters!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!REMEMBER FREE LANCE POSTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2007 12:09 pm
UbbeAgonistes
MistahREE MistahU
Sunny, I will be brief here, my long lost friend, because it is late on a -what the heck is it? friday? but I have taken this nom de plume and this incarnation to distract for at least a moment the autmunal heat of this glaring medial light of darkness being cast in my direction sending shadow and sweat sprawling forth in equal shards of wickedness abandoned before me as I hurtle breathlessly on pathways to the next godforsaken - or God be praised - internet cafe where inshallah my wifi don't fail me now!
Best rest assured that I am your old correspondent with the name taken from Robert Louis' tome. But mark my words, and word my marks, I am a-scared, Sunny. I'm a-scared! This world - you know it is so - is so rife with nothingness again..yet... still... the bland, banal quiet of a billion silent drummers - and I know - KNOW, as I know my own beating, bleating heart - that this is the reason for Lance Poster to arise anew. I don't quite understand the metaphysics of it all - never could quite get that part of it, but geesh almighty!, if it is indeed true, then we must embrace it.
But now here's the problem... the rub... the dilemma... the crux of the matter...
I have been informed - as I always was - in curious means of abnormal invention by a friend of a friend of an uncle of a colleague of someone who might actually know and I hope to hell he or she (I don't know!) does - that Lance Poster is indeed alive. But like me - who am dogged by these hellhounds of dubious descent - Lance is on the run... somewhere on the lam... and I know not where. I know not yet why. I am told that I will be given clues to help me find him, to find why- maybe I'll even make it to him in time this time. If I can by God - yes, by God! - get there first.
All I know is that I must leave this occidental world, this shade of occupational awkwardness and conventional convention to seek forth again the wicked wilderness of fomenting disstatic amongst the people of this glorious orb who deserve better than we have been given, than our generations have wrought!
Let us again blow our horns into the very orifice of the cosmos, Sunny! Let us foment! Let us FIND LANCE POSTER!
Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2007 11:34 am
SpaceBass
Hooray, Sunny Du Pree!
Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2007 8:13 pm
imbri
Sunny!
(speechless!)
(I've missed you!!!)
Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2007 2:32 pm
Sunny du Pree
Re: Harken...
UbbeAgonistes wrote:
It was with great curiosity that I have just heard through the great freaking ghost board that HE lives... he... him.... Lance...
Lance Poster fomenting disstatic yet again for us all...
Arise ye, and hear.... all who have ears masikio asikio - LANCE POSTER LIVES!!!!
- Mistah U.
As a one time columnist and tv host for PUSH I have come out of semi-retirement to encourage
Lance Poster
to continue his fight for the rights of all free living spirits! There were many driven to despair when last written we saw that all that was left of Lance Poster were marks of blood left on the brick walls in a prison where Lance Poster lived his last "known appearance". It was assumed that Lance climbed the wall so he could see out of the only window and that he lost his life behind those prison walls.
It is with great joy that I herald Lance's return from the dead!
STAY FREE LANCE! STAY FREE!!!!!!
In the interest of the press, UbbeAgonistes, since you have tracked him perhaps you can send out smoke signals so that I can follow what Lance has been recently fomenting!!!!!
Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2007 2:14 pm
UbbeAgonistes
Harken...
It was with great curiosity that I have just heard through the great freaking ghost board that HE lives... he... him.... Lance...
Lance Poster fomenting disstatic yet again for us all...
Arise ye, and hear.... all who have ears masikio asikio - LANCE POSTER LIVES!!!!
- Mistah U.
Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2007 12:30 pm
Sunny du Pree
Re: A Sign Post up ahead: Next Stop: PUSH, Nevada
Quote:
poster "Rod Serling <rodserling1924@y...>" <rodserling1924@y...>
Date: Sat Dec 14, 2002 7:46 pm
Subject: Re: A Sign Post up ahead: Next Stop: PUSH, Nevada
"We were preparing to explore a srange craft in orbit of your moon,
Luna. I was standing on the transporter pad awaiting beam-down when
the seemingly dormant craft fired a beam at Enterprise and I was
beamed here. Very interesting. Gentlemen..." he said as he lifted his
glass toward the two authors, "I believe 'the game is afoot', as an
old Vulcan, T'Pal is credited with saying 200 years ago."
"I'm Rod Serling and this is Stephen King," Rod said as he stretched
out his hand towards this tall strange man, if that's what he is, Rod
thought.
Avoiding the outstretched hand, Spock replied, "You are a very astute
observer, Sir, in that I can see that you are puzzled at my genetic
makeup. I am 1/2 Vulcan and 1/2 human. That should clear up any
confusion on your part."
RIGHT! Thought Rod. I remember now, that excellent TV show that had
come on after my Twilight Zone went off the air. But how can this be?
How can this FICTIONAL character have walked into Sloman's out of
nowhere? For THAT matter, HOW can I be here?
Rod looked at King, the only one of the three who belonged in this
space/time continuum. This time, it was the two humans who raised
their eyebrows.
"It would seem that we have been trapped in one of our own stories,"
Rod said to Stephen.
And Spock got out his tricorder and pointed at various things around
Sloman's. There is something not quite right here, Spock thought, but
held his own counsel till he had a better grasp of what was really
going on.
"I think we should go to Martha's Boarding House and see about
getting rooms for you two," Stephen said, as he pulled out his Sprint
cellphone to phone Martha. "I think you're gonna be here a while."
Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2003 4:00 pm
Sunny du Pree
Re: A Sign Post up ahead: Next Stop: PUSH, Nevada
Quote:
poster Stephen King <stephenking1947@y...>" <stephenking1947@y...>
Date: Sat Dec 14, 2002 7:30 pm
Subject: Re: A Sign Post up ahead: Next Stop: PUSH, Nevada
"Good Day, gentlemen. How is it that you know my name?" Spock spoke
in very precise English,"Kindly tell me of our coordinates, so I may
contact my ship and have myself beamed aboard."
And with that, King downed the rest of his neglected beer and called
for another round. "Please, Mr. Spock, take a seat."
Spock nodded as he sat at the table.
"I'm sorry we can't order you a Romulan Ale, as I don't think they
carry that at Sloman's." Stephen chuckled, but thought to himself
that they might indeed carry Romulan Ale at that!
"I think I will have a Dr.Pepper. If I surmise correctly, we are in
Nevada near the turn of the Millenia 2000. I have had Dr. Pepper on a
previous visit to your approximate time period, although on that trip
we visited San Francisco, the future home of Starfleet Headquarters."
Suddenly the bartender, a Mr. Fricke, hovered obligingly beside
Spock. "OOH! Mr. SPOCK! I have admired you from afar since I was a
child! And to think that I would meet you HERE on my very first day
of work...What would you like to drink?" he said as he took Spock's
order and left the table unsteadily. Spock had cocked his head and
raised his eyebrow at Mr. Fricke, and Fricke had swooned and nearly
fell to the floor, but recovered himself quickly and went to get the
drink.
"We were preparing to explore a srange craft in orbit of your mood,
Luna. I was standing on the transporter pad awaiting beam-down when
the seemingly dormant craft fired a beam at Enterprise and I was
beamed here. Very interesting. Gentlemen..." he said as he lifted his
glass toward the two authors, "I believe 'the game is afoot', as an
old Vulcan, T'Pal is credited with saying 200 years ago."
Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2003 3:57 pm
Sunny du Pree
eeep
that ws me posting not writing
heh as if u dint know
Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2003 5:52 pm
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