Re: Seismic Fan club 141 από geoste οκ ΓΙΑ ΠΑΝΤΑ ΝΕΟ "Ποιός τον χ@ζει τον πρεζάκια τον Κέρουακ; Μόνο Καββαδίας ρε!" Συνημμένα Unrelated.jpg (12.94 KiB) Μεταφορτώθηκε 4 φορές
Re: Seismic Fan club 142 από KiritoShu Συνεχίζω να μην μπορώ να καταλάβω ποιος τρολαρει ποιον σε αυτό το τοπικ.... Αν κάτι πάει στραβά, ίσιωσέ το. Αν δεν μπορείς, αγνοησέ το. Άλλωστε η ζωή συνεχίζει. Το αν θα την ακολουθήσεις είναι δικό σου θέμα
Re: Seismic Fan club 143 από seismic_pwner @seismic ρίξε μια ματια και στη δική μου πατέντα Spoiler: showstupendous. To be continued. Federals' Uniteds' Tra nsports' Unions' for Exultations' of Triumphants' Ecstasies. But resuming inquiries. Will it ever be next mornin g the postal unionist's (officially called carrier's, Letters Sc otch, Limited) strange fate (Fierceendgiddyex he's hight, d.e., the losel that hucks around missivemaids' gummibacks) to hand in a huge chain e nvelope, written in seven divers stages of ink, from blanchessance t o lavandaiette, every pothook and pancrook bespaking the wisherwife, supe rscribed and subpencilled by yours A Laughable Party, with after wite, S.A.G., to Hyde and Cheek, Edenberry, Dubblenn, WC? Will whate ver will be written in lappish language with inbursts of Maggye r always seem semposed, black looking white and white guarding bl ack, in that siamixed twoatalk used twist stern swift and jolly roger? Will it bright upon us, nightle, and we plunging to our plight? We ll, it might now, mircle, so it light. Always and ever till Cox's wif e, twice Mrs Hahn, pokes her beak into the matter with Owen K. after h er, to see whawa smutter after, will this kiribis pouch filled with litterish fragments lurk dormant in the paunch of that halpbrother of a herm , a pillarbox? The coffin, a triumph of the illusionist's art, at first blench naturally taken for a handharp (it is handwarp to tristinguis h jubabe from jabule or either from tubote when all three have just been invened) had been removed from the hardware premises of Oetzmann and Nephew, a noted house of the gonemost west, which in the natural co urse of all things continues to supply funeral requisites of every nee ded description. Why needed, though? Indeed needed (wouldn't you feel li ke rattanfowl if you hadn't the oscar!) because the flash brides or brid e in their lily boleros one games with at the Nivynubies' finery ball and y our upright grooms that always come right up with you (and by jingo wh en they do!) what else in this mortal world, now ours, when meet ther e night, mid their nackt, me there naket, made their nought the hour s trikes, would bring them rightcame back in the flesh, thumbs down, to t heir orses and their hashes. To proceed. We might leave that nitrience of oxagia nts to take its free of the air and just analectralyse that very ch ymerical combination, the gasbag where the warderworks. And try to pour s omour heiterscene up thealmostfere. In the bottled heliose case conti nuing, Long Lally Tobkids, the special, sporting a fine breast of med als, and a conscientious scripturereader to boot in the brick and tin choorch round the coroner, swore like a Norewheezian tailliur on the stand before the proper functionary that he was up against a right q uerrshnorrt of a mand in the butcher of the blues who, he guntinued, on l ast epening after delivering some carcasses mattonchepps and meatjute s on behalf of Messrs Otto Sands and Eastman, Limericked, Victuall ers, went and, with his unmitigated astonissment, hickicked at the dun and dorass against all the runes and, when challenged about th e pretended hick (it was kickup and down with him) on his solemn by the imputant imputed, said simply: I appop pie oath, Phillyps Captain. Yo u did, as I sostressed before. You are deepknee in error, sir, Madam Tomki ns, let me then tell you, replied with a gentlewomanly salaam MackPartla nd, (the meatman's family, and the oldest in the world excep t nick, name.) And Phelps was flayful with his peeler. But his phizz f ell. Now to the obverse. From velveteens to dimities is barely a fivefinger span and hence these camelback excesses are thought to have been instigated by one or either of the causing cau ses of all, those rushy hollow heroines in their skirtsleeves, be she magre tta be she the posque. Oh! Oh! Because it is a horrible thing to have to s ay to say to day but one dilalah, Lupita Lorette, shortly after in a fit of the unexpectednesses drank carbolic with all her dear placid life before her and paled off while the other soiled dove that's her sister-in-lo ve, Luperca Latouche, finding one day while dodging chores that she strip ped teasily for binocular man and that her jambs were jimpjoyed to see each other, the nautchy girly soon found her fruitful hat too small for her and rapidly taking time, look, she rapidly took to necking, par tying and selling her spare favours in the haymow or in lumber closets or in the greenawn ad huck (there are certain intimacies in all ladies' lavas tories we just lease to imagination) or in the sweet churchyard close it self for a bit of soft coal or an array of thin trunks, serving whom in fi ne that same hot coney a la Zingara which our own little Graunya of the chilired cheek s dished up to the greatsire of Oscar, that son of a Coole. Houri of the coast of emerald, arrah of the lacessive poghue, As lim-all-Muslim, the resigned to her surrender, did not she, come leinst er's even, true dotter of a dearmud, (her pitch was Forty Steps and his pe rch old Cromwell's Quarters) with so valkirry a licence as sent many a poor pucker packing to perdition, again and again, ay, and again sfidar e him, tease fido, eh tease fido, eh eh tease fido, toos topples topple, stop, dug of a dog of a dgiaour, ye! Angealousmei! And did not he, like Arc oforty, farfar off Bissavolo, missbrand her behaveyous with iridescent huecry of down right mean false sop lap sick dope? Tawfulsdreck! A reine of the shee, a shebeen quean, a queen of pranks. A kingly man, of royal mien, regally robed, exalted be his glory! So gave so take: Now n ot, not now! He would just a min. Suffering trumpet! He thought he want. Whath? Hear, O hear, living of the land! Hungreb, dead era, hark ! He hea, eyes ravenous on her lippling lills. He hear her voi of day gon by. He hears! Zay, zay, zay! But, by the beer of his profit, he c annot answer. Upterputty till rise and shine! Nor needs none shaf t ne stele from Phenicia or Little Asia to obelise on the spout, ne ither pobalclock neither folksstone, nor sunkenness in Tomar's Wood to bewray how erpressgangs score off the rued. The mouth that tel ls not will ever attract the unthinking tongue and so long as the obseen dra ws theirs which hear not so long till allearth's dumbnation shall the bl ind lead the deaf. Tatcho, tawney yeeklings! The column of lumps lends the pattrin of the leaves behind us. If violence to life, limb and cha ttels, often as not, has been the expression, direct or through an agent mal e, of womanhid offended, (ah! ah!), has not levy of black mail fro m the times the fairies were in it, and fain for wilde erthe blothoms follo wed an impressive private reputation for whispered sins? Now by memory inspired, turn wheel again to the who le of the wall. Where Gyant Blyant fronts Peannlueamoore There was once upon a wall and a hooghoog wall a was and such a wallhole did exist. Ere ore or ire in Aaarlund. Or you Dair's Hair or you Diggi n Mosses or your horde of orts and oriorts to garble a garthen of Od in and the lost paladays when all the eddams ended with aves. Armen ? The doun is theirs and still to see for menags if he strikes a lousaforitch and we'll come to those baregazed shoeshines if you just shoo dov a second. And let oggs be good old gaggles and Isther Estarr play Yesther Asterr. In the drema of Sorestost Areas, Diseased. A stonehing ed gate then was for another thing while the suroptimist had bought and enlarged that shack under fair rental of one yearlyng sheep, (pri me) value of sixpence, and one small yearlyng goat (cadet) value of eightp ence, to grow old and happy (hogg it and kidd him) for the reminants of his years; and when everything was got up for the purpose he put a n applegate on the place by no means as some pretext a bedstead in loo thereof to keep out donkeys (the pigdirt hanging from the jags to this hour makes that clear) and just thenabouts the iron gape, by old custom le ft open to prevent the cats from getting at the gout, was triplepatlockt o n him on purpose by his faithful poorters to keep him inside probably a nd possibly enaunter he felt like sticking out his chest too far and tem pting gracious providence by a stroll on the peoplade's eggday, un used as he was yet to being freely clodded. O, by the by, lets wee brag of praties, it ought to be always remembered in connection with what has gone before that there was a northroomer, Herr Betreffender, out for his zimmer holedigs, digging in number 32 at the Rum and Puncheon (Branch of Dirty Dick's free house) in Laxlip (where the Sockeye Sammons were st opping at the time orange fasting) prior to that, a Kommerzial (G orbotipacco, he was wreaking like Zentral Oylrubber) from Osterich, the U.S.E. paying (Gaul save the mark!) 11/- in the week (Gosh, these wholly romads!) of conscience money in the first deal of Yuly wheil he was, swishing beesnest with blessure, and swobbing broguen eeries h myth brockendootsch, making his reporterage on Der Fall Adams for the Frankofurto Siding, a Fastland payrodicule, and er, consstated that one had on him the Lynn O'Brien, meltoned lammswolle, d isturbed, and wider he might the same zurichschicken other he wou ld, with tosend and obertosend tonnowatters, one monkey's damages b ecome. Now you must know, franksman, to make a heart of glass, tha t the game of gaze and bandstand butchery was merely a Patsy O'Strap t issue of threats and obuses such as roebucks raugh at pinnacle's peak an d after this sort. Humphrey's unsolicited visitor, Davy or Titus, on a burgley's clan march from the middle west, a hikely excellent crud e man about road who knew his Bullfoost Mountains like a starling bi erd, after doing a long dance untidled to Cloudy Green, deposend his b ockstump on the waityoumaywantme, after having blew some quaker's ( for you! Oates!) in through the houseking's keyhole to attract atten tion, bleated through the gale outside which the tairor of his clothes wa s hogcallering, first, be the hirsuiter, that he would break his bulsheywigge r's head for him, next, be the heeltapper, that he would break the ga ge over his lankyduckling head the same way he would crack a nu t with a monkeywrench and, last of all, be the stirabouter, that he would give him his (or theumperom's or anybloody else's) thick erthanwater to drink and his bleday steppebrodhar's into the bucket. He demanded more wood alcohol to pitch in with, alleging that his gr anfather's was all taxis and that it was only after ten o'connell, and this his isbar was a public oven for the sake of irsk irskusky, and then, not e asily discouraged, opened the wrathfloods of his atillarery and went o n at a wicked rate, weathering against him in mooxed metaphores from el even thirty to two in the afternoon without even a luncheonette interv al for House, son of Clod, to come out, you jewbeggar, to be Executed Am en. Earwicker, that patternmind, that paradigmatic ear, receptoret entive as his of Dionysius, longsuffer ing although whitening under restraint in the sititout corner of his conservatory, behind famineb uilt walls, his thermos flask and ripidian flabel by his side and a walrus whiskerbristle for a tuskpick, compiled, while he mourned the flig ht of his wild guineese, a long list (now feared in part lost) to be kept on file of all abusive names he was called (we have been compelled for the rejoicement of foinne loidies ind the humours of Mi lltown etcetera by Josephine Brewster in the collision known as Contra stations with Inkermann and so on and sononward, lacies in loo wa ter, flee, celestials, one clean turv): Firstnighter, Informer, Old Fruit, Yellow Whigger, Wheatears, Goldy Geit, Bogside Beauty, Yass We've H ad His Badannas, Βλάκας με...πατέντα!!!
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Re: Seismic Fan club 147 από seismic_pwner seismic δε με νοιάζει ότι και να λες, γιατί όσο με πληγώνεις τόσο με... Spoiler: showΠ Ω Ρ Ω Ν Ε Ι Σ Ω Ρ Ω Ν Ε Ι Σ Βλάκας με...πατέντα!!!
Re: Seismic Fan club 148 από seismic seismic_pwner έγραψε:seismic δε με νοιάζει ότι και να λες, γιατί όσο με πληγώνεις τόσο με... Spoiler: showΠ Ω Ρ Ω Ν Ε Ι Σ Ω Ρ Ω Ν Ε Ι Σ Και πληγώνω και πωρώνω γιατί τις κατασκευές στο έδαφος γαντζώνω και μοιράζω γύρω πόνο! Άλλα αντισεισμικά συστήματα ( ανταγωνιστές ) http://www.newsbeast.gr/files/1/2010/09 ... 01c311.jpg http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yR2bXDgqCuk/T ... d-trap.jpg Τελευταία επεξεργασία από το μέλος seismic την Κυρ 25 Οκτ 2015, 9:00 pm, έχει επεξεργασθεί 1 φορά συνολικά.
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Re: Seismic Fan club 150 από seismic seismic_pwner έγραψε:Δίνεις πόνο δηλαδή? Πωπω τι λες ρε παιδί μου δε το πιστεύω....ΔΕ ΤΟ ΠΙΣΤΕΥΩ ΛΕΜΕ...ΑΠΙΣΤΕΥΤΗ ΠΩΡΩΣΗ! Αν πας και στο Μάκη είμαι σίγουρος πως θα επέλθει τεράστια Spoiler: showΠΩΡΩΣΗ Πως έλεγαν παλιά... δηλώστε το και σώστε το! Εγώ λέω.... βιδώστε το και σώστε το!