that's just beatiful man, (true story, too)
what happenes now, I feel much pain but can not see the news, some idiot has locked him up, the Bird of Truth no use.
I free him now and wait a bit till he comes back to me, oh I feel bad it eats me up; what's going on, oh please.
please let me see...
whats going on, I fear the worst, the messages are strong. Is this the end or is it near who knows without the bird....
The bird is back, the news is in and I like not to tell....
this breaks my heart and makes me ill but choice I do not have.
I bring the message as its told so please leave me alone,
I'm sorry folks that looks like it, looks like his time has gone.
His friends around, no breath of life, how does it make me feel;
so many years of work and fight, to rest they came today.
From all around the world they join, in grief they all unite,
no happy face as I can see, the Lama licks the sword (no idea why).
The power gone he looks so dead please come and help oh Lord,
in you we put the trust we have, protect us from the sword.
The Jester cries, the air is thick, we can not understand,
he was so strong and fair to all, why this, why this, why this...
The friends in shock, its dangerous, the Lion must not sleep,
hey Hula girl and Pokemon watch out my friends watch out.
On your guard - defend us all no time to rest is now,
find out who did and fight the war or history we're all.
Be peace with him and strength with all why did it have to end,
we liked it much and never thought (wipe my tears and the birds tears...) ...
ah well what can I say.
The dark has come, I feel so cold, the bird has shivered too,
so best to go and hide as well, am scared what will be NEW.
The gnomes made quick the juice of life to keep the king in shape (and from rotting and stinking I guess).
They need some time, they need advice what are they doing next.
The hearse has come and picked him up and in the drink he went,
they will come back - I am quite sure, no doubts are on my mind.
Very lame hijack of what may be an important thread.
To the wizzard they went to ask a cure oh what a good idea,
but still, who could have any hope oh dear oh dear oh dear.
A frog you need, a special one is what you have to try,
its just a chance no guarantee, a thousand is the fee.
He leaves a map so hard to read I doubt they'll find their way,
but smart they are - some never fail -, let's see what they can do.
The strongest march to see the world to find the magic cure,
I'll let you know who makes it through and who will fail on tour.
There is a land so far away well known for many quaacker's,
some try for that its quite a chore but nothing can hold them back.
At first they loose the way quite bad till he showed them around,
thank you my boy you saved the quest we're all united now.
Not color, race nor sex does count, all that does count is quest.,
the quest is all and must succed, the only drop of hope......
No bird came back can't tell the news see only little bits,
will have to wait or look for him hang on will be right back.....
accidentially, TelePatix forgot to switch off the mic and eyes:
TelePatix: where have you been so long?
Bird of Truth: Snapper is going off, look
TelePatix: don't tell me fibs, your beak has grown and I can see what happened.
Go back to work, bring me the news, it seems kind of important.
The Bird of Truth came back to me with all important stuff,
his knees were shaking I don't know, but news are here at last.
So far they go, so long they march till to a halt comes all, a dragon mighty dangerous blocks all the way to east.
Who cares, they all just turn around as all the world is round, now west they go its no big deal they know they will arrive.
Columbus proofed that long ago and all the friends are smart, no worries here, we have a start, the hope is rising fast.
Long was the day, dark was the night but none had rest nor food, the quest is all they think about, I think its rather cute.
Another group found what they thought might be the magic cure, fast back they went to save the king lets see if they secured.
They have a frog or similar and magic it does look, you still can see the tire marks I doubt that this is good.
They all prepare for the magic kiss, its toughest for the king, his death is not protecting him from all the smelly bits.
It did not work so they did fail but they had tried their best, with hanging heads they walk away what little hope was left.
The other group did just arrive and question all around, lets see how well they do over there, the magic one's the quest.
The land of the Quaakers (not Quakers, dumbos) is rather vast, four corners it got and the talk is bla bla.
The friends ask around to find the quest, the magic one they need before they can rest.
Some do not know,
some do ignore, gets tougher by the day.
Some do just smile, we must prevail.
The task gets tough, again hope is fading and time's running out....
More I will tell you as soon as I know, could take some time, the flight is long.
Not yet recovered the Bird of Truth but he is a master whatever he do.
The bird came back with many more news, sweaty he was and of not much use.
He was in Gallia far away, the girls he said blew him away. Something of topless I think I heard,
don't have the meaning am a bit disturbed.
The friends went on with their difficult quest, find the magic or forget the rest.
They were cruising around and asking non stop, the Quaakers they found were a funny lot.
some were no help...
its very hard...
Not all were helpful, eager or keen, some were so doubting and questiond the mean.
Till they find those who really care all of us are in big despair. The bird flew back in quite a hurry, wonder what drives him to the Galli
Will let you know more as soon as I know, will not take long to the fridge I go.
Dear TelePatix, i can't see where your post are "surfboard design and construction" related...
Maybe i'm missing something but i guess i'm not.
Like someone said before, this could be an important thread but is now hijacked.