tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400251359080458362024-03-17T20:04:29.170-07:00flashing byrhodahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10694315635082071848noreply@blogger.comBlogger2183125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240025135908045836.post-5235342508986471952024-03-02T09:39:00.000-08:002024-03-02T13:42:08.735-08:00programs<br>
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<font color = "navy">deep blue defeated gary kasparov in may 1997, now almost thirty years ago. deep blue was a program designed specifically to play chess and not considered “artificial intelligence”.
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since then it has become taken for granted that humans have no chance against programs, “a i” or otherwise, in playing chess. i remember reading a statement by kasparov himself that “for a few dollars anyone can now purchase a program that can crush a grandmaster”. kasparov’s thoughts on the subject are readily available online. more recently, i read something to the effect that the biggest problem facing anyone trying to design computer chess games today was producing something that a human could beat.
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here in the year 2024, it seems that a i , in producing “creative work” of any kind, and superseding human producers, might be at the same tipping point as deep blue was against kasparov in 1997. the time may not be long before a i programs can leave human “creators” as far back in the dust as chess programs have left human chess players.
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in the last year or so, kindle direct publishing, amazon’s service for self-publishing, has added a question as to whether a i programing has been used by the author to produce the work being submitted. i do not know if a “yes” answer prevents kdp from accepting the work. probably not - at this point, they may just want the information for statistics,
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thrillers, romance novels, fantasy novels, and screenplays (excepting the most arty) would seem the first in the line of fire. it may not be long before - the time may already be here - when an a i program can not only produce smoother, more palatable products of this sort but produce them instantaneously. recently hollywood screenwriters went on strike, and eventually settled with the studios, the studios apparently agreeing - for now - that they “needed” the writers. but for how long? it seemed to me that the writers were rushing into the fiery furnace and provoking the studios into speeding up the process of replacing them with a i.
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what about “serious” writing? what about programs duplicating famous authors of the past - shakespeare, jane austen, dickens, whoever? in these cases i think it would depend on the audience’s acceptance. some shakespeare or jane austen buffs might welcome convincing pastiches of these old favorites. books of this sort are already produced, with no subterfuge, of authors both in the public domain and authorized by the authors’s estates. conan doyle is the most obvious example.
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but as you get closer to the present it seems less likely that any audience would accept this sort of thing. the readers of “serious” writing want to identify with the author and apparently want to feel they “know“ them. one evidence of this is the concern so many readers now have with “problematic” authors - authors whose opinions on political or social matters, or actions in their real lives, the readers view with horror or disapproval or contempt.
would these readers have any interest in “serious” writing by a i? my guess is that they would not. theoretically, publishers could invent “authors” for these works, but would it be worth their while, given the relatively low sales of such works, and the risk of backlash if they were caught out?
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so - a likely foreseeable future is one in which most writing is produced by a i programs, but a small amount of non-genre writing - the kind of writing that wins prizes like booker prizes and national book awards - will be produced by humans - most or all of it by graduates of creative writing programs.</font>
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<font color = "navy">the world is obsolete
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the mighty seek salvation
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an obnoxious clown walked down a dusty road toward a sparkling waterfall
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the old world still has its expectations
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but there is victory in despair
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the obnoxious clown recalled the sinful dancer
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terror is not mysterious
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only infinity is mysterious
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the mysterious woman said hello to the crestfallen clown
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salvation was out of reach for the mysterious wanderer
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beside the waterfall with the clown
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in their despair, they avoided all mention of the —
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the world thanked them and said goodbye
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<font color = "navy">my brain is a road<br>
i walk down every night
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past the old house<br>
the old empty house
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they say it is empty<br>
but is it?
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i should go up<br>
and knock on the door
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but i never do<br>
the windows are dark
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so it must be empty<br>
but you never know
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someone might answer<br>
if i only knock
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maybe george washington lives there<br>
or al capone
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or charles lindbergh or joan of arc <br>
or my grandmother
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you get the idea<br>
but somehow i never do
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as i walk on<br>
night after night
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<font color = "navy">the most important thing in the world is to care
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the biggest problem in the world is greed
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every human being has a right to a decent life
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every living creature has a right to a decent life
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no human has the right to tell another human being what to do
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life should be fair
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the only true religion is love
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next to greed, the biggest problem in the world is power
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religion and capitalism seek power by pitting groups of people against each other
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religion created capitalism, and capitalism created war
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the first priests created religion to drive people apart into separate tribes and enslave them
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all people should be free to love any way they want
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the priests and capitalists are against love because they want to hold on to power
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all power should be abolished so that people can love and be free
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the personal is the political
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society should be completely torn down and restructured</font>
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</td></tr></table>nick nelsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12878965709630967783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240025135908045836.post-80318463449439725462024-02-09T04:55:00.000-08:002024-02-09T04:55:27.402-08:00clouds<br>
<font color = "purple">by bofa xesjum</font>
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<font color = "navy">the highway can be a surprise
<p>
it is raining somewhere
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i knew a man who was always doing something
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i like to go for walks, especially on streets
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the day will come
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every cloud has its sky
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<p>
it takes a big boy to shine big shoes
<p>
take the third exit
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i think the street likes me
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i hate french fries with a passion
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especially on the side of the highway
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it just goes on and on, doesn’t it?
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the girl looked in the window
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and the old woman tapped her on the shoulder</font>
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<font color = "purple">by bofa xesjum</font>
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<font color = "navy">life is a highway
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the exit is the exit
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the girl believes in love
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night is the exit
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love is in the street
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the night tells a joke
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<p>
the car turns on to the highway
<p>
the car passes another car
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the street comes to life.
<p>
a cloud floats over the door
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it starts to rain as omar comes out the door
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the rain came from the cloud
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the rain means death
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i forgot about that</font>
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</td></tr></table>bofahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08938648023389318291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240025135908045836.post-63446179230905333862024-02-06T03:23:00.000-08:002024-02-06T03:23:10.980-08:00jailhouse blues<br>
<font color = "green">by horace p sternwall</font>
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<font color = "navy">down in the boondocks<br>
out in the yard<br>
amanda had a billy goat<br>
billy had a pard
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the pard’s name was jesse<br>
he robbed the mail<br>
he told the same jokes every night<br>
but they never got stale
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i wish i was back there<br>
instead of in this cell<br>
eve climbed the apple tree<br>
but poor adam fell
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i have never seen a country road<br>
a possum, or a bear<br>
but i have these dreams so curious<br>
that i feel compelled to share
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omar was a sultan<br>
as wide as he was wise<br>
salome danced the hoochie koo<br>
as herod rolled his eyes
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the moon is a rattlesnake<br>
the sun never comes up<br>
i wish i had a pillow <br>
and some whiskey in my cup
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the world is not an apple pie<br>
not that i have found<br>
i would tell the sheriff my sad tale<br>
but he never comes around</font>
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<font color = "blue">by timothy t jones</font>
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<center><font color = "navy">the sad blade of grass<br>
waits oh so patiently<br>
for the bug to pass</font></center?
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<font color = "blue">by dog e relaford</font>
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<font color = "navy">herbert had a holler<br>
jonah had a whale<br>
they met behind the barn<br>
to hatch a plot that could not fail
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the sheriff got wind of it<br>
and got on the case<br>
he put on his stetson hat<br>
and his game face
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<p>
sheriff jack brown<br>
you may have heard of him<br>
his best gal had left him<br>
and his future looked dim
<p>
he was born under a bad sign<br>
and cursed from birth<br>
here was his chance<br>
to prove his true worth
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the mayor rolled over<br>
with his pllow under his head<br>
they surrounded the farmhouse<br>
but the rascals had fled
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<p>
the picture gets fuzzy<br>
as the world spins around<br>
the sun came up<br>
and found the sheriff on the ground
<p>
herbert had a dinosaur<br>
jonah had a plan<br>
they escaped to devils island<br>
after sticking it to the man
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<p>
the seagulls are flying<br>
to meet the new day<br>
mothers love moonbeams<br>
and crime does not pay</font>
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<font color = "blue">by dog e relaford</font>
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<font color = "navy">george had a nickel<br>
henry had a dime<br>
they got together<br>
and had a good time
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lulu was a waitress<br>
they gave her a tip<br>
she told them to wait outside <br>
and gave them the slip
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<p>
george laughed it off<br>
but henry took it hard<br>
now he sleeps beneath the moon<br>
like a dog in a yard
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<p>
lulu bought a castle<br>
high on a hill<br>
down in argentina<br>
or maybe it was brazil</font>
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<font color = "blue">by timothy t jones</font>
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<font color = "navy">they came to say goodbye to henry.
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it was the thing to do.
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it was a nice day.
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with a few clouds in the sky.
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everything went smoothly.
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nobody had much to say.
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mostly they just nodded.
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eventually it was over.
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until the next time.
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whatever that means.
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if anything.
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goodbye, henry.</font>
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<font color = "navy">nothing bad will ever happen to me<br>
because i am a good person<br>
and i just want to live my life<br>
down by the old mill stream
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columbus discovered america<br>
and rode the rails with buffalo bill<br>
but i just want to be me<br>
as the rain falls on the leaves
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people are basically good inside<br>
in my opinion<br>
and just want to live their lives<br>
and not cause any trouble
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where the buffao roam<br>
and grandpa smokes his pipe<br>
out on the porch in the rain<br>
because he just wants to live his life
<p>
a dog runs down the street<br>
but nobody follows him<br>
the river runs to the sea<br>
when johnny comes marching home
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nothing bad will ever happen to me<br>
in the misty moonlight<br>
i just want to be myself<br>
when the night says goodbye to irene
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<p>
sherman marched through georgia<br>
but i only march to the refrigerator<br>
to get some ice for my drink<br>
down by the old mill stream
<p>
the wolf howls at the moon<br>
because he just wants to live his life<br>
old number 9 comes around the bend<br>
sweet dreams</font>
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<font color = "navy">by nick nelson</font>
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<font color = "navy">i looked out my window<br>
and saw a man walk up the street<br>
he was bent like a banana<br>
and his eyes were on his feet
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his coat was sunset red<br>
and his hat was lettuce green<br>
and he was the saddest human<br>
that i had ever seen
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i should have left the window<br>
but could not avert my gaze<br>
or atone for my crimes<br>
or amend my evil ways
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the sad man passed beneath me<br>
with a little dog at his heels<br>
the dog was feeling guilty<br>
because it invented the wheel
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i was born in a castle<br>
high on a windy hill<br>
the peasants all hated me<br>
and they may hate me still
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i came to the city<br>
with a briefcase full of gold<br>
and ii spent it all on donuts<br>
and on coffee that got cold
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i waited at the window <br>
until i saw my self pass by<br>
there is no more coffee in my cup
and no clouds in the sky</font>
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<font color = "green">by horace p sternwall</font>
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<font color = "navy">long ago and far away<br>
i met a man the other day<br>
he was.walking down the street<br>
muttering things i can’t repeat
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i asked him what upset him so<br>
and then his tears began to flow<br>
he called on heaven for validation<br>
of his cursing of creation
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as he expounded on his theme<br>
i recalled a curious dream<br>
that i had many years ago<br>
as i lay buried in the snow
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an angel with a flaming sword<br>
a purple demon looking bored<br>
the kings of portugal and spain<br>
and i were waiting for a train
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we saw a light in the sky<br>
and paused to wonder why<br>
out of all the possibilities of time and space<br>
we should be in that particular place
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it was curious indeed<br>
but there was no need<br>
to reply as i awoke -<br>
as the angel told an interminable joke
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i closed my eyes as the muttering man<br>
finished his story and began<br>
to tell it over from the start<br>
as he had forgotten the best part</font>
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<font color = "purple">by bofa xesjum</font>
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<font color = "navy">roy ransom was a cowboy .
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he lived in a bunkhouse on the range.
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winter was coming.
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roy decided to hitchhike to hollywood to get in the movies,
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he went to sleep and dreamed of a pterodactyl.
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roy and the pterodactyl had exciting adventures together in the dream.
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you probably think the ptetodactyl’s name was pete but it was it was sad sam.
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roy and sad sam had exciting adventures in the dream like you would not believe.
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roy thought if he could remember the dreams and write them down they would be a bestseller and he would make a billion dollars like shakespeare or stephen king and he would not have to bother hitchhiking to hollywood to be in the movies.
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but he could not remember the dreams to save his life.
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snow was falling outside the bunkhouse.
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roy had to get up and poke some cows.
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big mike fink, the trail boss, came through the bunkhouse banging on the lid of a can to wake the cowpokes up.
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but roy was already up and getting ready to saddle and ride.
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mike fink scowled at roy in that way that he had, but did not compliment him on being up so promptly and getting ready to saddle and ride.
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little did mike suspect that very evening, after the sun went down, roy was planning to hit the road to hollywood.by hook or by crook to become the greatest movie star that ever lived.
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outside the bunkhouse the snow was starting to build up on the ground.
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cookie, the cook, and little joe, the clubhouse boy and class clown, decided to build a snowman after chow was over.
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when chow was over and the cowpokes had had their fill of steaks ad grits and coffee, cookie and little went out in the swirling winter wonderland and began building a snowman.
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the snowman’s name was not pete or sad sam but wait for it.
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but by this time roy had slunk off down the road and was on his way to hollywood california to become a movie star.
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so roy never got to meet wait for it which was a shame because they might have been best buddies.
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mike fink stood in the door of the cookhouse and watched cookie and little joe put the finishing touches on wait for it in the falling snow.
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sad sam the pterodactyl flew overhead but mike and cookie and little joe and the cowpokes on their way to the main range could not see him because of the snow which was now falling fast.
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but sad sam was up there all right.
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he would catch up to roy later after he got to hollywood and settled down.</font>
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<font color = "green">by horace p sternwall</font>
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<font color = "navy">george was a gorilla<br>
harry was a horse<br>
ivan had an inclination<br>
that threw him off course
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jesse had a jellybean<br>
kenneth was a klown<br>
lulu had a lollipop<br>
that moses melted down
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noah built an ark<br>
omar wrote a poem<br>
paul bunyan cut down trees<br>
as fast as mother earth could grow’em
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<p>
robin hood lived in the forest<br>
salome danced in the breeze<br>
when friar tuck saw her<br>
he fell down on his knees
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when king richard heard the news<br>
he came back from the crusades<br>
but he was swallowed by a whale<br>
that is how the game is played
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p t barnum bought the whale<br>
and put it up for show<br>
and only charged a lousy dime<br>
a long time ago
<p>
a long time ago, my friend<br>
a long time ago<br>
let us sti by the fire<br>
and watch the river flow</font>
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<font color = "red">by genghis gilgamesh</font>
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<font color = "navy">a guy named mel<br>
wished everybody well<br>
and was ready to answer the bell<br>
when civilization fell
<p>
he had a friend named ray<br>
who always looked the other way<br>
and had nothing to say<br>
when mel wanted to play
<p>
the super’s name was joe<br>
there was nothing he did not know<br>
and he would tell you so<br>
a long time ago<p>
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<p>
a girl named betty ball<br>
lived across the hall<br>
she was always on call<br>
brother, that’s all
<p>
the moon comes out at night<br>
sometimes very bright<br>
so stay out of sight<br>
and paint your dreams white </font>
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<font color = "navy">by nick nelson</font>
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<font color = "navy">billy woke up.
<p>
his elephant was gone.
<p>
they took my elephant, he thought sadly.
<p>
he put his shoes on and went downstairs.
<p>
outside the dust was settling in the street.
<p>
mrs frietchie, the landlady, was sitting on the front steps of the boarding house.
<p>
they took my elephant, billy told her.
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did they? good for them.
<p>
it was all i had. and it meant no one no harm.
<p>
it made people nervous.
<p>
it never bothered nobody.
<p>
it was an elephant. it made people nervous.
<p>
did you take it?
<p>
hell no. i’m an old woman, i don’t have the strength to take nothing from nobody.
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did you see who did?
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<p>
not me. i never see nothing, that’s my policy.
<p>
that’s the trouble with the world today.
<p>
the world is nothing but trouble, you ought to know that by now.
<p>
i would tell the sheriff, billy asserted sadly, but he might have been the one who took it.
<p>
why don’t you ask him?
<p>
i think i just might.
<p>
billy squeezed past mrs frietchie and put his shoes in the dusty street.
<p>
i suppose you got your rent?
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<p>
not right now. i might after i see the sheriff.
<p>
why? you think he is going to pay you for that elephant that he probably didn’t even take?
<p>
you never know.
<p>
i know it ain’t going to rain today. look at that sky.
<p>
i got better things to look at. and to look for.
<p>
if you say so.
<p>
what’s for dinner tonight?
<p>
the usual.</font>
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<font color = "purple">by bofa xesjum</font>
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<font color = "navy">anodyne hippos from louisville<br>
kentucky
<p>
sequestered on the banks of<br>
indianapolis
<p>
or islamabad<br>
cheeseburgers at sunset
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don’t tell me<br>
i already know
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<p>
breathtaking iguanas<br>
nod knowingly
<p>
and joe’s grandmother<br>
on his mother’s side
<p>
i already <br>
explained that</font
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<font color = "purple">by bofa xesjum</font>
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<font color = "navy">walford - what are you doing here? i thought you were working on a multinomial project in idaho.
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no, that was hargrove. you must have mixed him up with me.
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oh. so, what have you been up to?
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i was doing a little consulting work in angola,
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that must have been exciting.
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no, it was actually pretty boring, and it was hot as hell.
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and was it humid as well?
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i’ll say! it was just before the monsoon season.
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i did not know there was a monsoon season in angola.
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well, now you know.
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so have you heard from hargrove? how does he like it in idaho?
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he is doing all right. i sent him some comic books. he likes comic books.
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yes, i recall that he did. he was a big batman fan, right?
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no no, he is not even a dc guy, he is strictly marvel. hulk and thor are his main men.
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of course, what was i thinking? do you ever hear from lucy smith?
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once in a while.
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did she ever marry that billionaire?
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she is still working on it.
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good for her. life is a work in progress, that is my motto.
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well, it has been great talking to you.
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you, too. it looks like it might rain.
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<font color = "black">by anonymous</font>
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<font color = "navy">humans walk through rain and snow<br>
knowing that wishing will make it so<br>
they feel the ice beneath their feet<br>
and know good fortune they will meet
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the burden of this song<br>
is that sometimes things go wrong<br>
so put one foot in front of another<br>
and save yourself a lot of bother
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that is easy for you to say<br>
my rent do you wish to pay?<br>
my landlord wants his cash<br>
or i will be out in a flash
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i do not agree with your analysis<br>
your brain has paralysis<br>
don’t scream, don’t holler<br>
just give me a dollar</font>
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<font color = "purple">by bofa xesjum</font>
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<font color = "navy">a young man named sidney sat on a rusty fire escape watching the world go by.
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it went by slowly because it was three o’clock in the morning.
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the city was quiet.
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but it was not always so.
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in the morning it would come roaring to life and sidney would be overwhelmed.
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in a previous life sidney had been an orangutan.
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in that life he had been waylaid and overcome by the jungle before punching his ticket..
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one thing was different in this life in the city from his life in the jungle as an orangutan,
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annabel abercrombie.
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annabel abercrombie was gossamer and moonlight and the stars in the midnight sky before pollution.
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she was a savage and pitiless butterfly who devoured the souls of men like cornflakes.
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especially sidney, who was helpless in her green eyed grasp.
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annabel did not acknowledge sidney’s existence, despite his insane devotion to her.
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her heart was cold.
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like the night.
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the silence of the night was broken by a garbage truck coming up the street.
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his reverie broken, sidney got up from his seat on the fire escape.
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he climbed back through the window and into his room.
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his lonely room.
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he tripped as he put his second foot on the floor as he got through the window but managed not to fall down.
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sidney fell down 36,8 percent of the time he went back through the window in this manner.
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if he had improved this percentage, annabel abercrombie would not have cared.
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because was just the way she was.
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the way she would aways be, throughout eternity.
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sidney fell asleep, and had a dream.
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but not about annabel abercrombie.
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whose cruel reach did not extend quite so far as that.
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outside, the city slept, and the invisible stars looked down through billions of light and dark years.</font>
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<font color = "navy">i went down to kansas city<br>
with new orleans in my shoes<br>
but they stopped me at the border<br>
because i had not paid my dues
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they gathered at the river<br>
with a hellhound on their trail<br>
they laughed at jesse james<br>
but he delivered the mail
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blackbeard lived in the forest<br>
with a dog who was just a hound<br>
the dog buried his treasure<br>
but it has never been found
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robin hood wore a medal<br>
when he came home from the war<br>
he brought back a strange contraption<br>
but we do not know what it’s for
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maid marian lived in a castle<br>
and only came out at night<br>
she wore an old straw hat<br>
and her teeth were pearly white
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bigfoot lives behind the mill<br>
with patches on his knees<br>
his mama taught him manners<br>
to say thank you and please
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the sun went down at midnight<br>
and the moon left town<br>
i am leaving for albuquerque<br>
before it all goes down</font>
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<font color = "green">by horace p sternwall</font>
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<font color = "navy">zero had an apple<br>
banana had a dog<br>
they flew to paris<br>
but got lost in the fog
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cherry had a jubilee<br>
daniel had a boone<br>
they sang in the choir<br>
and slept until noon
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elephant ran the general store<br>
fox pumped the gas<br>
the world went by<br>
but they let it pass
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george was a gorilla<br>
henry was a horse<br>
the earth began to shake<br>
they stayed the course
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i have been here forever<br>
and have no more to say<br>
may heaven bless you all<br>
and i will be on my way </font>
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</td></tr></table>rhodahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10694315635082071848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240025135908045836.post-81682807392368445822023-10-30T04:16:00.000-07:002023-10-30T04:16:02.653-07:00what i believe<br>
<font color = "blue">by anonymous</font>
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<font color = "navy">money is a magic substance that creates the things that it buys.
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there are only 200 people in the world and most of them are famous.
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mr big lives in a castle in the bermuda triangle and rules the world.
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nothing is real unless you believe it is real.
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in any conflict between a man and a woman, the woman is always right.
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in any conflict between a cat and a dog, the cat is always right.
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in any conflict between a spider and a mosquito, the mosquito is always right.
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in any conflict between a train and a track, the track is always right.
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in any conflict between a sad person and a happy person, the sad person is always right.
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in any conflict between a street preacher and a hedge fund manager, the street preacher is always right.
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in any conflict between a serial killer and an innocent bystander, the bystander is always right.
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in any conflict between a neanderthal and a human, the neanderthal is always right.
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a person is whatever they say they are.
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every person has a right to be anything they want to be.
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society needs to be totally torn down and completely restructured.
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every human being should have as much money as the richest human being.
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a statue a million miles high should be erected in death valley - a statue of the unknown human.
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hatred should be abolished all over the world.</font>
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