Dead Dolls Love To Play

The Verse

The Measure is English Heroic Verse without Rhyme, as that of Homer in Greek, and the Virgil in Latin; Rhyme being no necessary Adjunct or true Ornament of Poem or good verse, in longer Works especially, but the Invention of a barbarous Age, to set off wretched matter and modern Poets, carried away by Custom, but much to their own vexation, hindrance and constraint to express many things otherwise, and for the most part worse than else fore some both Italian and Spanish Poets of prime note have rejected Rhyme both in longer and shorter Works, as a thing of itself, to all judicious ears, trivial and of no true musical of Syllables, and the sense variously drawn out from one Verse into another, not on the jingling sound of like endings, a fault avoided by the learned Ancients both in Poetry and all good Oratory. This neglect then of Rhyme so little is to vulgar Readers, that is rather is to be esteem'd an example set, the first English, of ancient liberty recover'd to Heroic Poem from the troublesome and modern bondage of Rhyming.

Written by John Millton 1668

This piece of writing has been added to try and stop those people that write to me and tell me that my poems do not rhyme. So can you please stop this process now as you may already realise after reading this that they Do Not Have To!

For all those that didn't read the FrEaK FiLeS here is the last file that was on the page.

Children Of The 80's

We are the children of the Eighties. We are not the first "lost generation" nor today's lost generation; in fact, we think we know just where we stand - or are discovering it as we speak. We are the ones who played with Lego Building Blocks when they were just building blocks and gave Barbie crewcuts with safety scissors that never really cut. We collected Garbage Pail Kids and Cabbage Patch Kids and My Little Ponies and Hot Wheels and Star-Wars action figures and thought He-Man looked just a little bit like I would when I was a man. Big wheels and bicycles with streamers were the way to go, and sidewalk chalk was all you needed to build a city.

Imagination was the key. It made the Ewok Treehouse big enough for you to be Luke and the kitchen table and an old sheet dark enough to be a tent in the forest. Your world was the backyard and it was all you needed. With your pink or green portable tape player, Debbie Gibson sang back up to you and everyone wanted a skirt like the Material Girl and a glove like Michael Jackson's.

Today, we are the ones who sing along with Bruce Springsteen and The Bangles perfectly and have no idea why. We recite lines with the Ghostbusters and still look to The Goonies for a great adventure. We flip through T.V. stations and stop at The A Team and Knight Rider and Fame and laugh with The Cosby Show and Family Ties and Punky Brewster and What You Talkin' 'bout Willis? We hold strong affections for "The Muppets" and "The Gummy Bears" and why did they take the "Smurfs" off the air? After school specials were only about cigarettes and step-families, the Pokka Dot Door was nothing like Barney, and aren't the Power Rangers just Voltron reincarnated?

We are the ones who still read Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys, the Bobbsey Twins, Beverly Clearly and Judy Blume, Richard Scary and the Electric Company. Friendship bracelets were ties you couldn't break and friendship pins went on shoes - preferably hightop Velcro Reeboks - and pegged jeans were in, as were Units belts and layered socks and jean jackets and jams and charm necklaces and side pony tails and just tails. Rave was a girl's best friend; braces with coloured rubberbands made you cool. The backdoor was always open and Mum served only red Kool-Aid to the neighbourhood kids - never drank New Coke. Entertainment was cheap and lasted for hours. All you needed to be a princess was high heels and an apron; the Sit'n'Spin always made you dizzy but never made you stop; Pogoballs were dangerous weapons and Chinese Jump Ropes never failed to trip someone. In your Underoos you were Spider Man or Wonder Woman or R2-D2 and in your treehouse you were king. In the Eighties, nothing was wrong.

Did you know the president was shot? Star Wars was not only a movie. Did you ever play in a bomb shelter? Did you see the Challenger explode or feed the homeless man? We forgot Vietnam and watched Tiananmen's Square on CNN and bought pieces of the Berlin Wall at the store. AIDS was not the number one killer in the United States. We didn't start the fire, Billy Joel.

In the Eighties, we redefined the worldwide Dream, and those years defined us. We are the generation in between strife and facing strife and not turning our backs.

The Eighties may have made us idealistic, but it's that idealism that will push us and be passed on to our children - the first children of the twenty-first century. Never forget: We are the children of the Eighties.

If this is familiar, you are one of us... pass it on to all the others...

Here is something that some one sent me to well I think to show me what other people think of what Allen Ginsberg means to many of the community, I don't agree with him he is a great writer and his song that you probably already know "Ballard Of The Skeletons" well it was a shame and an even greater shame that people think about him like this. Read this and see what you think.

News Media Weeps Over Alan Ginsberg

I first saw Alan Ginsberg when he sat in lotus position on the stage at the First Human Be-In at the Polo Grounds in Golden Gate Park in 1967. The Dead played that day, and the Airplane and Leary said Turn On, etc. Later I would stop by City Lights Books in North Beach to see if maybe Ginsberg was visible, but he never was.

I'm older now. And daily more amazed at what a fool I once was. That's the main difference between me and Alan Ginsberg. He never realised what a fool he was: He never wised up.

Now he's dead. Fini, Kaput, Sayonora. And the news media's all misty eyed about it. That's news in itself. Or at least it should be.

Since when did the USA news media start immortalising degenerate perverts and turning them into cultural icons?

Since now.

Ginsberg was a flaming faggot poet. And Ginsberg was the leading evangelist of the New Age Religion. He used his flaming faggotry as a tool to seduce people away from a relationship with the God of the Bible and into relationship with Ginsberg's new age god--the god of the faggots--the god who creates faggots to act like faggots and only wants them to be kind to each other as they fill anuses with semen.

If you don't believe what I'm telling you about Ginsberg, focus on this excerpt from Ginsberg's poem, Come All Ye Brave Boys:

"Come heroic half naked young studs,
that drive automobiles through vaginal blood,
Turn over spread your strong legs like a lass,
I'll show you the thrill to be jived up the ass,
Come sweet delicate strong minded men,
I'll take you through graveyards and kiss you again."

Okay, that proves my statement about Ginsberg trying to seduce people to become homosexuals (faggots), but it takes some real research to understand that Ginsberg actually had a theological agenda in everything he did.

Why is this relevant to you? Who cares?

If you value this nation, you should care because the news media in the United States of America has raised this card carrying member of the North American Man-Boy Love Association (NAMBLA), which supports the repeal of age of consent laws and advocates "consensual" sexual relations between men and young boys, to the level of socially approved intellectual guru. Ginsberg defended his affiliation: "I'm in NAMBLA because I love boys too -- everybody does, who has a little humanity."

Why has the news media done this? One theory: They want to show how much humanity they have; how "loving" they are deep down beneath that urbane, sophisticated, worldly and streetwise demeanour. Theory Two: they're demon possessed.

You decide as you listen to your media leaders extol the virtues of this man whose goal it was to "show you the thrill to be jived up the ass..."

According to the Media Research Centres CyberAlert published on 4/16/97, Ginsberg's death actually led off the NBC Nightly News on April 6, the night he died. "Anchor Brian Williams began with a fulsome tribute:

'The man who died in a New York hospital room this morning didn't just watch times change in the '60s as much as he helped change our times.'

Reporter Rick Davis called Ginsberg a 'guru with a showman's grace.'"

"The next day on CBS Sunday Morning, host Charles Osgood raised Ginsberg to Biblical status:

'It is with the righteous wrath of an Old Testament prophet that Allen Ginsberg denounced the greed and grasping and the superficiality and the complacency that he believed he saw all around him in this country in 1956....if we are suspicious now of the material world, and sometimes our souls burn a little for the ancient connection to the "'starry dynamo in the machinery of the night,'" we have Allen Ginsberg, angry on the page but mild and thoughtful otherwise, to thank for that.'"

"On ABC's World News Tonight, anchor Aaron Brown enthused on April 5,

'Two often overused words seem to describe Ginsberg best to us:Genius and controversial....His sexuality -- he was gay -- was often the centre of both his art and his politics. And if his causes weren't yours, and his poetry sometimes left you confused, then you could still appreciate his candour, and his courage, and his energy.'"

Oh really. I might have thought that when I was little more than a kid, full of testosterone and other bubbly hormones raging through my mind and clouding my thinking with lustful images of naked writhing bodies. Apparently that's where our "opinion leaders" in the media still are even though most of them have clocked enough time on planet to get beyond the hormonal rush. The fact that these people hold Ginsberg up for public adulation does more than any single piece of evidence to prove they are committed to the same theological agenda that kept Ginsberg gushing hormonal fantasies long after the hormones had been vented by his abolism.

What am I saying? That the news media has the same theological agenda as Ginsberg, an agenda designed to turn the God of the Bible into a fairy tale that no self respecting fairy or fairy-wannabe would ever believe.

Ginsberg's agenda is glimpsed when we listen to him make comments like this one from an interview in "Seconds" magazine: 'If you just take a walk through the Vatican, you could say everybody loves the slightly erotic emanation of nude prepubescent bodies.'"

Plan One: turn the Church into an evil institution controlled by domineering lustful atriarchs concerned with not only fleecing the sheep but plugging them in the bunghole as well.

Plan Two: convince everybody the One, True God created homosexuals to be homosexuals and doesn't really care what anybody believes about anything.

Call me crazy, but I really have a problem with all this. Is there anybody out there who agrees?