Hemmlocke FOB Little Vixen's blog: "Other Writings from LONG ago"

What the HELL?  Fubar gives us unlimited 11's ALL day... All day until 9:42AM CST. What the fuck is the cutoff on that shit?

 

Dear FUBAR,

 

Give us a DISPLAY of how damned long those 11's last! What is that? about 40 lines of code? Too much to ask?

We appreciate the free 11's, but you need to let us know when (Exactly) it ends.

I Wish You Knew Me I wish you knew me in the Summer, When the sun was ripe and hot. I wish you knew me in the Winter, When snow filled the empty lot. I wish you knew me in the Spring, When everything was new. I wish you knew me in Autumn, I wish you knew me, like I know you.

Untitled Bells ring in farway land Doom is close. Death at hand Hills rumble Nations crumble Green fire from the sky Super Powers die Why do we live If it's not a lie? Earth shakes at its core Love and life are no more

Lymrics There once was a man named Bob Who was a real rich snob Spent all his money On a cute little honey Now all he can do is sob. There once was a man named Shone Who owned a big pet crone It lived in a box With his dirty socks The fumes made it go insane. There once was a man named Dick Who carried a real big stick He swung it real hard Into my yard So I gave that Dick a kick.

Alone Lying all alone wishing You were here Wanting and needing to Feel you near My heart yearns, My body pleads, For tonight to be more Than just dreams If only to hold you close And tight Would be more than Most other nights I miss you, Love And need you, too So now and forever Hold me to you If ever I need you, If ever at all, Would you be there If only I call? I've fallen, my love Please come to my aid For tonight and forever There is great love to be made Always and forever Truly there will be, This magnificent love I have for thee.

Economy Corner The sweet smell of a fresh spring rain hung thick in the air. It was the fragrance of cleanliness that always follows the rain. The one that always washes off the ugly grime of the world. But as Lee looked out his window, he saw the same broken down world that had existed before the rain. No, the rain hadn't changed a thing at all, just dampened it a little. What it did do was turn the dust into a dark brown mud that clinged to the streets and buildings worse than the dirt had. Down the street, beating its wings against the damp air, a pigeon fluttered to the top of the sign on the corner that read "Economy Corner." Lee pulled a match across the window sill, a small flame chased it across the tarnished wood. He cupped his hands around the match and the cigarette in his mouth, puffing white clouds of smoke. As he inhaled a breath of smoke, Lee looked back over the corner. "What a hellhole", he whispered to himself. In the yard across the street, junk was piled here and there, parts of bikes, old tires and the remains of a rusted truck up on blocks. He turned around to face the bed. Lying there in a peaceful slumber was Katie, the only thing in the corner that made life worth living. Her long blonde hair framed her young, delicate face, giving the effect of a halo. Lee loved her more than anything, and he would do what it would take to get them both out of the corner. He stubbed out his cigarette on the wooden window frame. A church steeple rose up over the tops of the trees, catching Lee's attention for a moment. Grabbing his coat, Lee quietly exited the room. Lee had just settled on the front stoop, when a beaten up car pulled up and stopped. He walked over to the car, and handed the driver three little bottles. He waited, the driver gave nothing in return. "Where's the cash?", he demanded. "Well, we've kinda got this problem, see.", the driver said, slowly pulling out a pistol from his coat, and bringing it down on Lee. A small orange flame leaped from the barrel of the pistol. Lee bent over in pain, and fell to the ground as the bullet ripped into his belly. The men in the car squealed off. He felt the wind explode on his face as the car rushed by. Lee lay on the ground looking upward. "I'm finally gettin' out of here", he thought, "not exactly the way I planned, but I'm leaving this hellhole!" A small grin came to his face. He watched the clouds move in to block the evening sky from view. A sharp pain surged through his body, causing him to grimace and let out a groan. In his mind, Katie's image burned bright. Thinking of her sweet, childlike innocence brought tears to his eyes. Somewhere in the distance, he heard thunder. Little drops of rain fell on his face. He could hear sirens somewhere, getting louder and louder. Then, without warning, the downpour began. END

And So Shall He Suffer… And So Shall He Suffer… One dreary night I was driving on a highway that seemed to stretch right off the face of the earth and drop off into an endless, dark and cold void… This is my tale I've been driving for what seems like weeks. Yet, I've only been living out of my car for the last five days. It's been a hell of a long time since I last slept. Seventy-one hours and forty-three minutes to be exact. The longest I've been stopping for is about twenty minutes, at the most. When I do stop, I usually stock up on coffee and a lot of cheeseburgers, refuel the Bronco, and then call in to the criminal division. That's when I received an update on the case I'm working on. They usually have something new for me. I can always pick up a lead after calling in. In this particular case, I uncovered some startling new evidence. It was understood that the fugitive I was after had made a convenient stop. About seven miles away in a rural town outside of Hopi, Arizona were the remains of a small "Mom-N-Pop" general store. That was hideous mark left by the Jacobson gang. After hanging up and paying for the gas, I took off for Hopi like a shot. The siren on my truck screaming like a banshee, while I did a quiet 90 down the slippery highway. The rain from the previous night had the flames out in what was left of the store. It had started to rain just three hours before I got there. When I arrived I was briefed by a short, burly man, Sheriff Wilkes was the man's name. His crew called him "Coach", so did I after meeting him. Coach showed me what was left of the victims. Apparently, there were two people in the store when Jacobson showed up. There was a woman working the counter and a customer. The woman's name was Ida Johnson, the other was a male Caucasian, I.D. unknown. He was apparently paying for gas, a case of beer and cigarettes. Breakfast of Champions. At this time, Edward Jacobson, himself, had walked in. Eddie was holding a pulsar grenade in one hand and an UZI 9mm in the other. He screamed something about taking the victim's money killing them. I've known Eddie for years, this is typical of him. That's when the anonymous eyewitness fled the scene. Obviously Eddie later forced the grenade into the male customer's mouth and detonated it. He then put the barrel of the gun to the woman's nose and joyfully squeezed the trigger. After what I know about Eddie, I can easily tell what his next move is going to be. Eddie used to work for the CIA in the far east. He sold some Iranians the plan to construct their very own MX missile. He then set up the funding for the project. He started his own little civil war, how nice for him. Someone turned in him, his superior, General O'Horde. The General was a great friend of mine, before Eddie slaughtered him. That's why I gladly took this assignment. After Eddie was charged and jailed, he escaped, big surprise there. I've been doing this job for close to five years. My title is Tracker, if you will. I'm very good at my job. I'm only about three hours behind them. I called in and found out they went to their headquarters. I'm on my way there to pick up as many of the gang as I can fit in the cage in the back of my truck. Eddie will ride in the back seat wearing a straight-jacket and pants. I'm going to leave one of his hands untouched for identification purposes. I haven't quite decided what I'll do with the rest of him. I just pulled up to their warehouse. -Goodbye Eddie.