Ode To Andy Hunter
O! Andy Hunter!
Have you heard that there are certain philological sects who have in their possession a metaphysical text entitled I've Got The Shits explaining in depth how to birth a dog from a human womb?
O! Wouldn't that be a lovely skill!
And has it not been said that when that which is perfect is come then that which is in part shall bear delicious toffee flavored milk?
O! That lovely, lovely milk.
And would you believe it if I told you that some of those you percieve to be human beings are not human at all, but rather walking, breathing Oragami sculptures of the men they once were?
O! Behold the Oragami!
Andy Hunter, the world we live in is not fit for the meek.
Nor is it fit for the peregrine falcon, an extinct breed of falcon.
We must carve our own way, us (The Unctuous) and yourself (The Andy Hunter)
through the dark perils of Askaban and also the Lord of the Rings.
For these are dangerous times, with dangerous sounding names
And we shall lunch in part, and we shall prophesy in part.
But when that which is Unctuous is come, that that which is Id shall come, and they shall both reign a reign surpassing even the reign of mighty Anapaleptic Urd, The Machiavellian Mitt, or the Valentinian Fat.
O! Andy Hunter. Despair not.
For is it not true that where there are rabbits, there are also worms?
For does not the worm feast on the dead body of the rabbit like a baby on a fresh teat?
I believe yes it does.
And so shall we, Andy Hunter.
And So Shall We.
Have you heard that there are certain philological sects who have in their possession a metaphysical text entitled I've Got The Shits explaining in depth how to birth a dog from a human womb?
O! Wouldn't that be a lovely skill!
And has it not been said that when that which is perfect is come then that which is in part shall bear delicious toffee flavored milk?
O! That lovely, lovely milk.
And would you believe it if I told you that some of those you percieve to be human beings are not human at all, but rather walking, breathing Oragami sculptures of the men they once were?
O! Behold the Oragami!
Andy Hunter, the world we live in is not fit for the meek.
Nor is it fit for the peregrine falcon, an extinct breed of falcon.
We must carve our own way, us (The Unctuous) and yourself (The Andy Hunter)
through the dark perils of Askaban and also the Lord of the Rings.
For these are dangerous times, with dangerous sounding names
And we shall lunch in part, and we shall prophesy in part.
But when that which is Unctuous is come, that that which is Id shall come, and they shall both reign a reign surpassing even the reign of mighty Anapaleptic Urd, The Machiavellian Mitt, or the Valentinian Fat.
O! Andy Hunter. Despair not.
For is it not true that where there are rabbits, there are also worms?
For does not the worm feast on the dead body of the rabbit like a baby on a fresh teat?
I believe yes it does.
And so shall we, Andy Hunter.
And So Shall We.
posted by Anonymous at 12:34 AM
2 Comments:
let us feast on teat! bravo! BRAVO! *tear*
I, glowing from this ode, have been pridefully pointing in my wife's face all morning, and saying "In your face!" repeatedly, as she has no ode written to her, whereas I now do. Perhaps it is now time to rest on my considerable laurels and rabbit carcasses and retire to a more leisurely pace of life. With that note, I humbly accept this, what appears to be a delightful invitation to dinner. Simply set something up with my servant.
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