Tuesday, May 03, 2005  

- EXILE ON F STREET -




Exhausted and parched with thirst and with heat,
I stopped running
when I reached the valley of mules
as wide as it was long:
festooned with skulls,
the whole valley
between the two mountains:
one resplendent with trees
the other naked and brown.

I was terrified.
I screamed like a baby
there at the entrance
to the valley of death
thousands of skulls
of overwhelmed men
rotting in nettles, bleaching in bushes.

Up in the snow-covered mountain
thousands of souls laughed and cried.
Some shouted from anger of longing,
some cried for their children at home.
I was paralysed by fear and confused.

Then I saw a huge statue cast in bronze.
As I slowly approached it
I saw it was not a statue at all
but a living she-mule,
shaking and sobbing
for the pale-blue and dead army.

Parched with thirst and with heat,
and exhausted,
I left the valley of mules.
As long as I live it will stay in my mind:
the howling and sobbing of the blue mule
and the dead army.

posted by Wizznutzz | 11:18 AM
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MULE!

By Anonymous, at 1:02 PM  

It's about motherfuckin time...

By Anonymous, at 1:25 PM  

The last trace of Jordan has been erased. Like the Balrog falling into the chasm, at the last minute pulls Gandalf down into the abyss with his firy rope...

By Drogo Proudfoot, at 2:14 PM  

Hey Kwame, do you know anything about real estate? Call me

By Heath Shuler, at 2:15 PM  

Curry to the right of him! Chandler to the left of him! Harrington behind him! Volley and thunder!

By Lindemann, at 4:20 PM  

15th Street in da HOWSE!!!!

Kwame can crash at my place.

By Nighthorse Campbell, at 1:39 PM  

kwame is too busy eating peking duck to crash at your place

By ratko varda, at 9:11 PM  

Peking duck? That would explain the stomach virus.

By Nighthorse Campbell, at 5:46 AM  

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