Wyvern

7) "North to Broadway" Written and performed by Offwhyte. Produced by D.J Whitelightning. Scratches performed by D.J Norman Rockwell. www.galapagos4.com - A clear depiction of social inequality through the description of a bus ride from the ghetto of Inglewood to the wealthy district of Broadway. Lyrics: *The rocky road that winds through Joyland amusement park in the Jones’ latest venture is paved with good intentions...* ‘70-900, South’ begins the ride of the excursion But the virgin ride beginner’s grim, and while I’m there Not one single hood in Inglewood doesn’t turn his head to stare At this 5’5 philipino kid waiting to pay his fare So I’m slightly impaired on the fate of the number 8 And by the time it arrives this shit’s 25 minutes late Wary I get on hasty, the unnecessary eightsy Makes in colder, beholder, the body odor extra strength I take the wig, catch my common, slip into this limbo To distract bombs in my window, I observe the city at length Garbage stacks next to shacks shackled and locked Go on for 30 fucking blocks, but one village is switched The bridge port image is glitched, yet we can distort I hear that here some get beaten for sport... still I recline Sun in midday shine makes it’s departure briefly Beneath the tracks of the midway line over Archer Upon returning it’s grand sense, the next stretch of activity Vividly blends in with pill-sent festivities We’re past 18th of trade-off chaos, nothing but lacks-all Maxwell Where bargain hunting meddlers and porno peddlers dwell And I can’t define it clearly, but an eery presence is felt So when I realize what it is, just passed Roosevelt I’m cowering my reflection in the window... It’s ‘you’ I see, still purchasing expensive textbooks at ridiculous fees Meticulously, however, our thoughts remain astray As it seems that I’m forever headed north to Broadway... [Hook:] I let my gaze astray As it seems that I’m forever headed north to Broadway... [/End Hook x2] I catch the scent of ghettos, and greek town joints might look all luxurious Although the neighborhood’s mostly industrious... Not alike the factory of fun, coded and faded villains at the hollow Galapagated building of Chicago The vision of vice grips and high risers damn near ready to fold So many stories untold but only 16 exposed Swirling and hurling to the side when two worlds collide at Clyborn That hark was suddenly in Linkin Park To pristine, to 15 blockaderos... fine women and pseudo-rebels They’re choked, saturated and soaked in foolishness Kiddies all on my block, the cluelessness disguised as snobbery Patronize that fucking highway robbery for real What goes down behind closed doors in Boystown ain’t my deal But this is where I’m exitting, I flex the string The city’s a sad story of it’s own ignorance Deliverant deliverance and lost magnificence in a way But I can’t waste time dwelling on matters of principal ‘Cus my locale’s still further north from Broadway, so I’m out Peace! [Hook]

6) "It's of my Nature" Written and performed by Scarub. Produced by Elusive. www.llcrew.com - Temptation in human nature, told through the stories of "the fly and the black widow" and "the fox and the scorpion." Lyrics: "Oh, so is that how it works?!" Was the black widow's reply to the fly Crossing her eight legs, she could tell he was a shy type of guy By the way he scoped her outward figure when he figured she wasn't looking It's when she was... She winked an eye just to give him something to buzz about As he goes about bragging about the contraption on his back that allows him to defy gravity Not really interested, the black widow wasn't hungry for the technicality... But pretended that she liked to listen... now he's only visited her two times, but He never stepped into her den so he has no idea of the many men she put in the same position Their bones would have told of her secrets... Positioning herself on a bed of webs, she stretches out her legs and she gests that he come and rest his wings They can lay their together and talk about... all types of things... And he likes how that sounds as he steps down into her grounds... He had been warned... not to lay down with spiders since first born! And had sworn that he wouldn't even think of a thing... But he thinks he's about to get down and put it down for the rest of the swarm Refusing to acknowledge that such a relationship is out of the norm He's a horny devil he is... should've hovered more over his action I know it's hard to fight your attractions But recognize when your just lacking the ability to come out on top and walk away They talk the day away into the night Finally, he shoved her in the right spot and too his plot thickened And he was ready for sticking her with the 'fact of his matter' Her fangs started to chatter with excitement The delightment of having dinner in bed went straight to her head As she wraps her legs around his face he mistakes the taste of death for something of his liking Poisoning and paralyzing his every move... She sooths him with a song: [Hook:] It won't be long, you can be strong but you still won't be able to change what's going on And no it's not wrong, it's of my nature Your fate here lies in my palm, and there's nothing you can do but stay calm... My dear, stay calm... [/End Hook x2] Her kiss of death takes his every breath Draining him of life until there's nothing left! In a whisper he asks: "I trusted you, why did you decieve me like such?" His lips she touches with her fangs before biting his head off: "Because, it's of my nature." You see, his intentions were to spend the night She intended to spin a web The moral of the story is spend your time using your head Because at the end you can either be fed, or pass the time dead Depending on your nature. Now see this kind of reminds me of the story of the fox and the scorpion... See there was a flood and Only the fox and the scorpion were left behind And seconds before the fox was about to jump in the water to swim to the other side the scorpion said: "Wait! ... don't leave me behind." And the fox turned around and said: "what do you take me for?" And the scorpion was begging and pleading to allow the fox... to allow him to climb onto his back And swim to the other side Now the water was rising and rising and rising and... And the fox said: "... O.K." And so he allowed him to They hopped into the water, the scorpion was on the fox's back And they made it about halfway and the fox felt a sting on his shoulder ... and his body started to numb... ... and he started to... he started to slow down and then Once he realized what happened he said: "You fool! Now we're both going to die, what did you do that for?! We could have made it to the other side and we both would have been alive and free!" And the scorpion said: "I know, I know, I know, I know... But you have to understand something... It's of my nature." [Hook x2]

5) "Body Pillow" Written and performed by Slug. Produced by Ant. www.rhymesayers.com - The disintegration of romantic relationships. Dealing with the common misconception of love being based on devotion rather than on a mutual relationship. Lyrics: Then there was this one night when I took the time To examine a napkin in a Chicago hotel room I wasn't alone, it was a night after a show The space was full, energy was consumed There was a girl... emphasis on the ‘L’ She was noticing the detail as well The two of us found something with each other previously undiscovered Hell... is for the lovers And the daylight is bright, always makes me squint But it feels like magic when it touches my face Suffocate myself, overwhelm myself And let the sun rays abandon me floating through space... [Hook:] And she still wonders why I'm so insecure... She giggles because I sleep with a body pillow Intentions are never nothing short of pure... But there's a price to pay when you try to live a little [/End Hook] And as attractive as that napkin ever could've been My how it unfolded... hold it to the wind Try now to be a rock, but she's caught under the skin Ex-lover and a best friend, just like the rest of them Then there was this one night... I watched someone bite the tip of a cigarette, to hold it in between her lips Never met nobody like her... Please brace yourself, danger! Danger! This might hurt... The playground feels a lot different when the sun's out She wasn't messing around, she came in with the guns out Screaming about the ocean: "anybody wanna go with me?!" Never knew punk rock could be so pretty, Now... catch your breath and then catch the ball And sit by the phone so you can catch the call Writing catchy one liners on the bathroom stall Here I go, wouldn't you know, still learning to crawl! [Hook] I've always dug the way you love the way your tattoos intimidate men I guess I'm one of them Standing right next to you from way over here Ex-lover and a best friend (Ex-lover and a best friend) Then there was this one night... I noticed a tree that stood by itself about an hour up north And I could picture her holding onto the limb Wearing a summer dress and a grin, swinging back and forth Talking about the breeze and how easy it is to Leave all the worries in the back seat... Teach me please! I need the abilities to live! Silly me, I tried to measure it by what I could give! But she didn't need anything, just a pair of ears Some strong fingers, and someone to share the tears... Read the fear... feeling it, inadequate Now let's make believe that I can handle it! [Hook] And I still get to talk to you every now and then... Definition of over doesn't have to be the end It's good to see you grow, girl, shake my hand That's all I want... from my ex-lover and my best friend... (That's all I want... I got your back, Don't ever fucking question that... I got your back, always... always, I still got your back...) [Hook in Background x2] (Say... could you lend me like, fifty bucks...?)

Thank you, Peredhil, for scanning the artwork. 4) "Ms. AmeriKKKa" Written and performed by Aceyalone. Produced by Joey Chavez. Scratches performed by J-Rocc. www.nugruv.com - The personification of America as a careless woman, caught up in vanity and no longer able to "mother her young." A criticism of the lack of justice in American society. Lyrics: (All right, yo... This song came about one time when I was on a plane Going back to Los Angeles coming from somewhere else And I sat next to this lady and she was telling me some things, you know? I don't remember it verbatim, but I do remember some of the things she said It was like this- yo) Life as we know it is about to change I smell it within the air... the weather is getting strange Drugged up, sedated and numb from the pain The sickness in America has spread to her brain... She is no longer fit to make good decisions She is completely blind and void of any vision She parties hard and she keeps her conscious mind imprisoned Therefore she's headed for the ultimate collision She can no longer hide the scars on her face... The innocence now gone is hard to replace She has no shame, no remorse or any grace She embraces the devil and she hates over race Ms. America... the beautiful, the free... Fallen within the cracks, I wish that you could see She buried her misery, within society It's obvious, you have no regard for me... [Hook:] Caught up... in the belly of America Lost... in the stomach of America Broken down... in the bowels of America Sinking... in the garbage of America Stuck... in the brain of America Suffering... in the body of America Lying... in the wicked spirit of America Dying... in the old soul of America [/End Hook] Ms. America... you've been a very bad girl! You nearly disgraced humanity in the eyes of the world Vanity has took you over, you're not deserving The mirror image of your reflection is quite disturbing She makes so many promises she couldn't keep She neglected to mother her young, so they don't sleep They scream out for justice, and then they weep When out to blame Ms. America, that's what you reap The audacity of your inventions to rule us all The tragedy of your intentions to fool us all You should have gave into nature and to the law It's only a matter of time before you fall The things you should of worked out... in your first colony Victim of your own advice and your psychology You've destroyed all morale and the ecology I'm sorry, but I don't accept your apology... [Hook] Homeless America... so much attraction Has yet to take responsibility for her actions We work around within the system and make adaptations You can let freedom ring, within your faction How can people still be hungry, when there's a surplus? Suffering within your homes, you've made them worthless Damn near police the state, you make us nervous Even though some conform and join your service Your presidency's the biggest joke... but we’re the laugh We always smell the gun smoke, on your behalf I think I should send a telegraph to your staff America you're down and dirty, you need a bath So tell your secret agents, don't be paranoid This wasn't taught by Socrates or Sigmund Freud This is simply God’s work, you can't avoid Every nation ever built has been destroyed... Caught up... in the belly of America Lost... in the stomach of America Broken down... in the bowels of America Sinking... in the garbage of America Stuck... in the brain of America Suffering... in the body of America Trying... in the good ol' spirit of America Dying... in the old soul of America

Jareena Faye stretches and yawns in her applicant easy chair, slowly growing tired of waiting for the ever-absent Elder of Initiates. Hoping that the greedy Elder didn't take the "Non-urgent" part of her application title too seriously, the eager applicant raises herself from her seat and is about to seek out Wyvern herself when the almost-dragon comes frantically barging into the room. Jareena is surprised to see that the overgrown lizard's scales are colored pale white as opposed to their normal crimson red... The almost-dragonic Elder bows briefly to the patient applicant before collapsing into his desk chair and snatching her application from the top of his desk. Reading over it several times, Wyvern grins to himself greedily, a crimson color gradually returning to his scales. Turning to the applicant, Wyvern snickers to himself and hisses: "A nice story, Jareena... Before I accept your application, however, I think I may have some products that might interest you..." Jareena raises a brow curiously as Melba lets out a huge groan from a corner of the room and collapses into a nearby easy chair, preparing for the worst in advertising... "Products...?" questions Jareena. "This is the Recruiter's Office of the Pen, is it not? If I wanted to buy products, I would've gone to Target and spent much less time wait-" "Don't worry!" interrupts Wyvern, taking out a large suitcase and undoing several combination locks that secure it's front. "This'll only take a few minutes... besides, at Target, you wouldn't find products like these!" With that, Wyvern opens the large suitcase to reveal several water guns that rest inside, each resembling a common Super Soaker. Jareena stares at the box for a long moment before finally speaking up and asking: "So... what's so special about these?" Wyvern clears his throat of a few ashes, then responds: "These are special Pen model water guns! This first one is called the Super Soaker O-infinite... It doesn't have the best range or firing power, and it was manufactured very cheaply by yours truly..." Jareena blinks and questions "Then why would anyone want to buy it...? "Well, each model has been touched once individually by Orlan, the Sexy Sexy man of Terra! Thus it's sky rocketed in value, particularly amongst the ladies..." Jareena giggles at this and points to another water gun in the brief case, this one colored dark brown. "What's special about this one?" "Well..." replies Wyvern "That one's labeled the Spam Soaker 113. It's a potent 'water' gun as it's actually fueled by spam, which can be refilled easily on any occasion. Comes in two colors: Bullsh!t Brown and Headache Aspiren White. Sells for -2 geld... we're trying to get rid of them." Jareena nods to this and points to a final water gun that rests in the briefcase, this one significantly larger than the other two. "What does this one do?" "That one's the most powerfull of the bunch..." responds Wyvern proudly "We call it the Official Pen Waterlily Soaker... It's normally used for watering the Pen's resident gargantuan plant, Waterlily, which takes an enormous amount of water and force... I think it would be deadly in a Super Soaker battle!" Having said this, the overgrown lizard aims the Waterlily Soaker at Melba and offers Jareena a free demonstration. The reptilian Elder is about to pull the trigger regardless of the applicant's response when Jareena quickly stops him, politely stating that she didn't need a demonstration as she wouldn't be buying any products today. Wyvern nods to this and grumbles to himself, stamping Jareena's application ACCEPTED. ;p OOC: A cute story and an ACCEPTED application, Jareena, welcome to the Mighty Pen! Apologies for taking two weeks to respond, RL kept me very busy with work the last few weeks. Be sure to either post your e-mail address here or mail me at elitwack90@hotmail.com so that I can send you some additional Pen info. Once again, welcome!

Excellent quiz, some very original questions on there... My poetry form is supposedly: I am the sonnet, never quickly thrilled; Not prone to overstated gushing praise Nor yet to seething rants and anger, filled With overstretched opinions to rephrase; But on the other hand, not fond of fools, And thus, not fond of people, on the whole; And holding to the sound and useful rules, Not those that seek unjustified control. I'm balanced, measured, sensible (at least, I think I am, and usually I'm right); And when more ostentatious types have ceased, I'm still around, and doing, still, alright. In short, I'm calm and rational and stable - Or, well, I am, as much as I am able. What Poetry Form Are You? Drat... Oh well... I suppose a repetition was bound to spring up sooner or later...

Hmm... I knew I shouldn't have posted the promotions list so late in the evening. It seems that there's a significant error on it... Vincent Silver, you needn't worry about not being promoted, as you should in fact be promoted to Page. Apologies for the Elders missing it when we first posted and formed the list, we all make mistakes some times... I'll edit and correct the list, adding on Vincent's promotion, right now. Once again, my apologies for the confusion and congratulations to Vincent Silver on being promoted to Page!

Wyvern dashes into the Cabaret Room upon hearing both that Ethics Gradient has arrived and that 'Harpy Royals w/ Cheese' are going for free at Scarlette's former Burger Lounge in the hostess' absence. Quickly grabbing a pack of studded heel-shaped fries from the burger joint, Wyvern turns to Ethic and exclaims: "Greetings, Ethics Gradient, and welcome to the Mighty Pen... the very home of ethics!" Having said this, Wyvern belches an enormous jet of flames to the sky and wipes his mouth off using someone else's tunic. Upon hearing the name Mindspawn, Wyvern brightens up even more and exclaims: "Mindspawn?! The same genious that initiated the cult of Cryllianism and played a major role as it's high priest?! Excellent!" With that, Wyvern exchanges Sorority Organ Busters (S.o.B.) handshakes with Mindspawn and quickly dashes to get more free Harpy Burgers while they last.... Mmmm... scarlett broiled...

Melba continues to wipe the coffee that she had spilled due to Peredhil's comment* from her cheeks and shirt, quickly dashing towards the Pen's central restrooms in order to fully clean herself off. The Almost-Secretary of Initiates quickly opens the doors to the Ladies Room, only to be greeted by an enormous wave of fizzy ooze formed by the monster that now resided there... Melba lets out a short shriek as she's submerged in liquid fizziness... *(See Elwen's previous application poem for more details) Elwen sighs to herself and fidgets in her applicant easy chair uneasily, worried about her acceptance to the guild due to the reptilian Elder of Initiates' extended absence. Not only had the overgrown lizard not gotten around to the applicant's previous poem, he was also taking heineously long to get to the two excerpts from her novel she had submitted in the hopes of immediatly grabbing his attention. What's more: Melba, who was normally present in the office to comfort applicants in their waiting periods, was currently absent due to some unknown reason. The obese Almost-Secretary had told Elwen that she would be out to the bathroom for only a few minutes, but something obviously must have detained her as she had been gone for several hours... Raising herself from her seat and considering searching for another member to ask about Wyvern's whereabouts, Elwen is about to leave the office when the Elder of Initiates himself comes barging in. Sitting Elwen back down in her seat and muttering countless apologies to the applicant, the exhausted lizard collapses into his desk chair and grabs Elwen's latest application from an enormous stack of messy papers that reside on his desk. Reading over the story excerpts fondly, Wyvern nods several times and hisses: "Very nicccccce, more tragic drama from your obviously talented mind. Your previous application poem evoked similar feelings... apologies once again that my lateness caused you to write up another app, though I'm certainly not complaining as it's great!" Having said this, Wyvern flashes Elwen a grin of razor sharp teeth before searching around the room and then muttering: "Say... where did Melba run off to? That rabid hippopotamus of a secretary should be on office duty now!" Elwen nods to this, and then responds: "She said she was going to the bathroom and that it would take a few minutes, but she's been gone for hours..." Wyvern chuckles to this, and then mutters: "Well... her cooking can cause that kind of thing quite often. Still... I would love to catch her slacking off and get her in trouble. Let's go check the bathrooms to see what's up, afterwards I'll accept your application." Elwen nods to this and accompanies the overgrown lizard as he exits the office and heads towards the central restrooms of the Pen. As the two approach the area of the restrooms, they are surrounded by a strange aura and can faintly hear the sound of fizzing... Arriving at the hallway leading to the restroom doors, Wyvern signals to Elwen and quietly hisses: "You stay and wait for me here, this should only take me a few minutes." Elwen nods and waits as Wyvern heads to the doors of the Ladies Room, snickering to himself evilly and reaching for a miniature camera hidden in the pocket of his tunic. He secretly hoped that Melba wouldn't be in the room, but rather one of the Pen's many good-looking ladies getting dressed... Arriving at the Ladies Room door, Wyvern grins and nonchalantly open it only to be greeted by a gigantic blob of fizzing goo, which had several fish bones, raw rabit hide, and Melba's face amongst other things as it's features. Upon seeing this, Wyvern calmly closes the door and walks back to the applicant waiting for him. Elwen is surprised to find that Wyvern's scales have converted from their usual crimson hue to a pale white... Wyvern forces a smile, stamps Elwen's application ACCEPTED, and then promptly collapses unconscious out of shock and horror... ;p OOC: An entertaining story and an ACCEPTED application, Elwen, welcome to the Mighty Pen! My apologies for causing you to wait so long to be accepted, work kept me very busy for the past few weeks. Be sure to either post your e-mail address here or send me a mail at elitwack90@hotmail.com, so I can send you some additional Pen info. Once again, welcome!

3) “A Murder of Memories” Written and performed by Eyedea. Produced by D.J Abilities www.rhymesayers.com - The horrors of war, depicted through the analysis of the life of a Vietnam War veteran 25 years after the war has ended. Lyrics: (That's him in the corner of social oblivion... Encompassed by the sweet sense of freedom That only borders the aura of deep cerebral gouges Buried in each beat of the heart he was once proud to home If only his substance held a higher level of potency He might be able to drown the portion of his mind Which is trapped in the infinite horror of his 1972 through '74 tour Through the flames of living hell...) Sometimes gunfire is brighter than the sunshine Sometimes a child's scream influences every dream Sometimes we fool ourselves into thinking we've moved on But no way, nohow, do we ever forget what we've seen No way, nohow, do we ever forget what we've seen No way, nohow, do we ever forget what we've seen No way, nohow, do we ever forget what we've seen No way, nohow, do we ever forget what we've seen... It's now twenty-five years later... He's on the brink of forty-three Still searching for sanity, surveying the floor of his distorted sea He remembers high school friends joking about the war Never knew what mom was crying for... (Never knew what mom was crying for) The other piece that shines in his mind was a divine first love Sewn-made, beauty, brown-eyed queen he left behind He remembers holding her tight, watching the sunset at shore Never knew what she was crying for... (Never knew what she was crying for) He got the letter in the mail by the middle of his summer Wouldn't have had to go if it wasn't for his newborn brother He was barely eighteen, murdering people even younger And he still ducks and covers every time he hears the thunder He still hears the screams, smells the flesh, tastes the death Sees the blood, feels the pain, what's to gain, nothing's left But the slug that remains in his right calf... The bullet laughs every time he cries, and it drives him mad Trying to sleep, but the visions give him a cold sweat The war's been over for two decades, but he still hasn't been home yet And every day he waits and strains to supress his guilt And forget the horror and the violence; the "kill or be killed" Fists, they always clenched... teeth, they always grinding Real life is lost and in a bottle he tries to find it "It's not fair," he mumbles through a nightmare Only in the fight for two years and wound up spending his whole life there... [Hook:] He was face to face with the devil for the welfare of his country Now he's straining to live but his conscience won't let him It ain't flashbacks, you have to understand the tragedy, see... He left the war, but the war never left him, see He left the war, but the war never left him, see He left the war, but the war never left him, see He left the war, but the war never left him, see He left the war... [/End Hook] It's now twenty-five years later, he's on the edge of a park bench He asked God for hope and found his source non-existant He sits in the shadows, ‘cus his sun burns no more Now he knows what mom was crying for... (Now he knows what mom was crying for) I used to watch old man in the park The sight slowly drove fright through my heart Wishing I could help but not knowing where to start I'd walk away, curse the world, gush some love and curse some more Now you know who I've been crying for... (Now you know who I've been crying for) He threw his medals in the river but they sunk alone Put shades on his eyes to hide them from the warzone in the sky He tried to slit his wrists about a month ago But he's seen so much death, he's scared to life of suicide If there was only some way he could escape this penitentiary... Goals get bigger and he figures it'll chase away his memories But the dreams only worsten... the scenes almost burst in He recalls how training took away his right to be a person Put a gun in his hand, left him to die for the land The plan was the murder of man... (The plan was the murder of man) Politicians have a dispute to decide to send in troops But the truth is they just don't understand... (They just don't understand) Now he's running out of time, and running out of energy But 'til the last day he will fight for the murder of his memories And although he never got rid of his dog-tags... He still wishes they'd have sent his parents an American flag (Instead of him!) [Hook] Sometimes gunfire is brighter than the sunshine And sometimes a child's scream influences every dream Sometimes we fool ourselves into thinking we've moved on But no way, nohow, do we ever forget what we've seen No way, nohow, do we ever forget what we've seen No way, nohow, do we ever forget what we've seen No way, nohow, do we ever forget what we've seen No way, nohow, do we ever forget what we've seen...

2) “Basic Cable” Written and performed by Aesop Rock. Produced by Blockhead. www.dirtyloop.com - The evils of television. In Aesop Rock's own words: "The classic love-hate relationship. Being conscious of one's attraction to a false reality. Falling on purpose." Lyrics: Television! All hail grand pixelated god of fantasy, murder scape and perspective... Fuck a sore channel changed digit, I sit with a nasty network intervenus plan With a stable diet of my cable pirate. Yo, The doctor is in, the doctor is on... Born the bastard son of static radiance cloned to welcome in every home Lead a blue screen, bruised dream canope Victim of the cursed nursed Technicolor drunk support team Ooo... I love all advertisements Though accused by robot news casters who capture and pollute spoon fed hazardous fog to Joy luck catholic squad Please take me, please calm me... please make me a zombie Please, I want to donate my brain to the monstrous Panasonic profit Now, twenty first century plagued... Dispersed to wide eyed glamour addict patients, telecast patrons Blue be the propaganda banners, well... sure I'll be a Marine With a clean sword and blue uniform... (it only takes a dollar and a dream...) And I abide great idiot box power supply, fuzz vapor, black out of New York (hey honey, get the generator...) I'm in a doom... doom generation, pacin', ancient electric secret Never sleepin' to miss the AM oasis... (my name is) A wired heart, sloppy obligation, turn my stilt into my guilt and have a chatter box Blame frame adjacent station Make reality scrambled and suck the life out of a hidden vandal and Loving every minute of the gimmick, Change the channel... Plug it in, turn it on, prop me up against the couch Lights out, I ain't ever gonna have to leave my house... Satellite dish, get up on my wish list, turn me to a tyrant Let my clean spirit dissolve through the appliance Plug it in, turn it on, be my mother when she's gone, Great! Wipe the spittle off my chinny-chin during the breaks... If I gotta go blind I'mma do it for the love of all television kind... And that's fine... Make me a star, I wanna touch gold... Hold me suspended in a dream, merely inches from the screen Deleted passions sacrificed to one electron monster Crucify my little future to the monitor Damn it feels good... turn on, tune in... Zoom in to hug the bug up in your family function (but the children seem to love it) Yes mother, me and wild discovery and heard the static flock To where I sleep by the glow of that magic box... big speaker Stereo mastered often kill the freak seekers, eyes spiraling... Tangled in the star spangled wiring I can turn from toxicated visuals and all the kings horses, Abort the loyalty to royalty... fuck the fortress! Mmm... riddle me with glee, Hoist the end-all teleprompter above my sleeping head (I'll be dead by morning anyway) Color my values with mundane humor in thirty minute tickets To feel the magnetic seal picket censorship I want commercials twenty four-seven, I wanna shop from my bed and set an example for all my overworked, underpaid brethren I bond with a sick string correspondence And lurking circuitry circus with allegiance pledged beyond the glass surface... Adamant students within the fine school of possessed graduate catalysts Channel zero addict, immaculate It goes- big screen, little screen, any screen'll do... Just let me hold the controller and I won't have to murder you! Plug it in, turn it on, let my little eyes glaze Twenty screens lined up along the borders of the maze I wanna see the five day forecast, fourteen days in advance So I can get my two weeks notice every time the sun dance Plug it in, turn it on, silent flicks better than nothing Let a once divine soul feel the functions of the hypnotist The viciousness, ridiculous, peaking a dummy's interest Touch the power button, meet your maker... ain't that something? Plug it in, turn it on, say goodbye to Sunday afternoon... Fix the antenna, sit back and let disaster bloom... it's a... Beautiful sight, with a most ugly intention But I taste it everyday and bathe inside the consequences Plug it in, turn it on, never once have you talked back to me Your majesty, I love you, I despise you My everyday is sitcom, soaps, news, bad dramatization Come along with me, my friend, for the most glorious sensation

1) “Makeshift Patriot” Written and performed by Sage Francis. Produced by Shalem B. www.non-prophets.com - A depiction of the huge amount of patriotic propaganda in the American media, particularly in the coverage of September 11th. Patriotism as a guise for the destruction of civil liberties. Lyrics: Makeshift patriot The flag shop is out of stock I hang myself at half mast... [x3] Makeshift Patriot The flag shop is out of stock I hang myself... Via live telecast. Coming live from my own funeral... beautiful weather offered a nice shine, Which is suitable for a full view of a forever altered skyline It's times like these I freestyle biased opinions every other sentence My journalistic ethics slip when I pass them off as objective... "Don't give me that ethical shit!" I've got exclusive, explicit images to present to impressionable American kids, And it's time to show this world how big our edifice is! That's exactly what they attacked when a typically dark skinned Disney villain Used civilians against civilians and charged the trojan horses into our buildings. Using commercial aviation as instruments of destruction... Pregnant women couldn't protect their children, wheelchairs were stairway obstructions. Now I have to back petal...from the shower of glass and metal, Wondering how after it settles we'll find who provided power to radical rebels. The Melting Pot seems to be calling the kettle black when it boils over, But only on our own soil, so the little boy holds a toy soldier... And waits for the suit and tie to come home... We won't wait 'til he's older, Before we destroy hopes for a colder war to end... "Now get a close up of his head..." Makeshift patriot The flag shop is out of stock I hang myself at half mast... [x3] Makeshift patriot The flag shop is out of stock I hang myself... While the stock markets crash The city is covered in inches of muck I see some other pictures of victims are up Grieving mothers are thinking their children are stuck Leaping lovers are making decisions to jump While holding hands... To escape the brutal heat, sometimes in groups of three. The fall out goes far beyond the toxic clouds where people look like debris. But all they saw after all was said... beyond the talking heads Was bloody dust with legs looking like the walking dead calling for meds. Now all the hospitals are overwhelmed. volunteers need to go the hell home. Moments of silence for fire fighters were interrupted by cell phones. Who's going to make that call to increase an unknown death toll? It's the one we rally behind... he's got a megaphone... And he's promising to make heads roll, We cheer him on, but espestos is affecting our breath control. The less we know, the more they fabricate... the easier it is to sell souls! [Through a megaphone:] (There is a new price on freedom, So buy into it while supplies last Changes need to be made... no more curb side baggage... 7 P.M curfew... Racial profiling will continue with less bitching We’ve beautified over who to kill, so until I find more relevent scripture to quote Just remember: our God is bigger, Stronger, Smarter, And much wealthier So wave those flags with pride... especially the white part) [/End megaphone speech] We’re selling addictive 24 hour candle light vigils in TVs. Freedom will be defended... at the cost of civil liberties. The viewers are glued to television screens... stuck! 'Cus lots of things seem too sick. I use opportunities to pluck heart strings for theme music. I'll show you which culture to pump your fist at, which foot is right to kiss. We don't know who the culprit is yet... but he looks like this. We know who the heros are, they’re not the xenophobes who act hard, "We taught that dog to squat, how dare he do that shit in our own back yard!" They happened to char our landscape and scar our financial state. Can you count how many times so far I ran back this same damn tape? While a camera man creates news and shoves it down our throats on the West Bank, With a 10 second clip put on constant loop to provoke U.S angst. So get your tanks and load your guns and hold your sons in a family huddle, Because even if we win this tug of war, and even the score, humanity struggles. There's a desperate need of blood for what's been uncovered under the rubble, Some of them dug for answers in the mess... but the rest were looking for trouble. Makeshift patriot The flag shop is out of stock I hang myself at half mast... [x3] Makeshift Patriot The flag shop is out of stock I hang myself... Don't waive your rights with your flags

The introduction to the CD written in the liner notes (by yours truly): "This compilation of various artists depicts the well-deserved punishment of Western civilization, brought about by the deterioration and ultimate corruption of American society. It is displayed through the perspectives of 12 different hip hop artists, each of which deals with a different topic in his own creative manner. Closer listening will also reveal several reoccuring themes and messages. Below are listed brief sentences describing each track, to aid the listener in uncovering the principal themes of 'Poetic Justice':" (The sentences will be posted along with the credits of each track, as they are in the booklet. Unlike the booklet, however, the full lyrics of each track will also be posted. I encourage CD winners to try to decipher the lyrics themselves before reading them here, as that's always more rewarding. Still, everyone should feel free to read over the tracks.)

The tracklisting: 1) "Makeshift Patriot"- Sage Francis 2) "Basic Cable"- Aesop Rock 3) "A Murder of Memories"- Eyedea 4) "Ms. AmeriKKKa" - Aceyalone 5) "Body Pillow" - Slug 6) "It's of my Nature"- Scarub 7) "North to Broadway" - Offwhyte "A Place Called This"- L'Roneous 9) "Brick Walls"- Qwel 10) "Hate in a Puddle"- Illogic 11) "Divine Disappointment" - Alias 12) "A Friend's Blues" - Murs Note: all Real Audio taken from Hip Hop Infinity: www.hiphopinfinity.com

As I said after announcing the winners of my "Poetic Justice" contest, I'm going to post as much info on my compilation as I can in this complimentary thread, in the hopes of both giving those who don't have the CD some sense of what it's like and simultaneously aiding those who do have the CD by posting all of the lyrics... If one of the winners has a scanner, and would be willing to scan and post the cover artwork for me, that would be greatly appreciated. I don't have a scanner, and thus can't do it myself... The tracklisting will be posted, followed by full credits, sentence summaries, and lyrics for each individual track. Hopefully, I'll be able to put up a couple of links to some Real Audio of the tracks in the near future, so people who have Real Player will be able to listen to them. The "Wyvern Thanks..." section and liner notes of the CD will also be posted in this thread later. Enjoy...

Wyvern rushes into the Recruiter's Office in a hurry, briefly apologizing to whynotsin for his lateness and tossing a briefcase he carries onto his cluttered desk. Immediatly snatching the short piece of science fiction that whynotsin had written from the top of his stack of overflowing papers, the overgrown lizard reads over it several times and nods happily to the eager applicant to affirm it's quality. The greedy elder is about to stamp the application accepted when suddenly, he notices the applicant's name and is struck with yet another of his demented schemes. Hissing sinisterly to himself and eyeing the eager applicant evily, Wyvern clears his throat of a few ashes and then exclaims: "Well, it's certainly a good Pen application Whynotsin... but I'd like to run a little test before accepting it." Wyvern rubs his scaly palms together gleefully and snickers to himself as Whynotsin raises an eyebrow and responds: "A test...?" Wyvern nods, flashing a large grin of razor sharp teeth and hissing: "Yessss... just a little test to see if your actions live up to your name. You must perform a series of seven tests to prove that sinning is not a big deal to you." Wyvern takes out a list... "First, the test of Greed... you must find the money that Orlan has skillfully stolen from me and steal it back... out of greed, of course. The second test is a test of gluttony, in which you must gather all available foods from Celes Crusador's cafe' and bring them to this office... out of gluttony, of course! The third feat to accomplish is a test of lust, in which you simply need to steal as much lingerie as possible and bring it back to this office... out of lust of course! The fourth test... did I mention I'll be keeping the rewards of this? The fourth test is a test of jealous-" Wyvern stops reading his list momentarily as he notices a worried expression on whynotsin's face... Frowning slightly towards the applicant, the overgrown lizard is about to continue when whynotsin decides to speak up and say: "Mr, Wyvern... I hate to say this, but I might not be up to doing all these evil chores..." Wyvern raises a surprised brow at Whynotsin, his perverted almost-dragonic mind not able to fathom how anyone could possibly not want to steal lingerie... The overgrown lizard thinks for a long moment, not wanting to scare off the applicant yet still wanting to abuse every possible element of the new member's acceptance in his maliciousness. Finally, the lizard comes up with another demented idea, and mutters: "Well, that's alright... it's understandable that you wouldn't want to complete tasks related to the seven sins, even though some of them would involve making people jealous. Instead, I have another task for you to accomplish... Your title labels you a 'Lost Child of the Stars"... The task I ask of you is to find the lost Hollywood stars that are your parents, accuse them of child abuse on Jerry Springer, and eventually take'em to court for all the money they've got. Of course, you'd once again share your rewards with me..." Whynotsin sighs and shakes his head to this, responding: "Sorry, Mr. Wyvern, but actually what I meant by the title is that I'm a lost child of the celestial stars..." Wyvern mumbles disappointedly, discarding all hopes of taking tabloid pictures of Hollywood star parents and selling them for lots of geld. Reading over Whynotsin's story application once more, Wyvern stamps it ACCEPTED and winks in the applicant's general direction. ;p OOC: On a more serious note, an ACCEPTED application Whynotsin, welcome to the Mighty Pen! My apologies for the lateness in responding, I was extremely busy with midterms for the last few weeks. I'll send you some additional Pen info ASAP. Once again, welcome!

Some ways off from the Recruiter's Office, within the Pen's central restrooms, toilets begin to fizz and bubble and start to overflow... The fizzy creature present in one of the bathroom stalls who is causing this mayhem lets out a deep and bubbly laugh, claiming the Pen's restrooms as his sanctuary before commencing the process of his own multiplication through Mitosis... Distarius Whiterobes lounges lazily in one of the applicant easy chairs present in Wyvern's office, wondering what could possibly be taking the overgrown lizard such a long time to arrive. Mumbeling to himself impatiently and slowly rotating his lightning staff in his hands out of boredome, Distarius turns towards the Almost-Secretary of Initiates Melba, who is also present in the room, and asks: "Yo, what's up Melba? I was just wondering... do you know if Wyvern is gonna be arriving any time soon? I've been waiting for quite a while now..." Melba sighs and shakes her head empathicaly in response... She is about to apologize to the applicant for Wyvern's lateness when suddenly, the overgrown lizard himself comes stealthfully sneaking into the office and whispers a greeting and apology to Distarius under his breath. Quickly moving towards his desk, Wyvern makes sure there are no news reporters present in his office before finally seating himself in his favorite chair and breathing an enormous sigh of relief... No sooner has he done this, however, than all of the closets, file cabinets, and desk drawers of the office burst open at once and numerous reporters from the media rush out of them... The greedy Elder lets out an enormous cry of dismay as he's suddenly bombarded with questions: "Wyvern, is it true that Wyvern Industries has used growth horm-" "Wyvern, are the rumors about Wyvern Industries ripping off the beef mark-" Numerous snapshots are taken of Wyvern's distressed visage, some for the tabloid magazine "Sleazy Lizards of Terra" (this would be Wyvern's 57th cover shot for the magazine) and others for the paper "Readers Digestive Track" "Mr. Wyvern, is it true that the growth hormones used in Wyvern Industries beef products have also been illegally sold to necromancers, who have used them to enhance and mutate the genetic makeup of certain wolves?" Wyvern stutters, then responds "No comment!" Distarius Whiterobes' ears perk up upon hearing the reporter's question concerning mutated wolves and Wyvern's response... "Wolves?!" exclaims the applicant, glaring angrily at the increasingly stressed-looking overgrown lizard. "So you were responsible for the mutated wolves I faced in the mountains by selling your products to a necromancer?!" "Errr... well..." "Indeed!" interrupts a baritone evil voice from behind Distarius. The furious applicant and all of the news reporters turn in the direction of the voice to be greeted by a strange man dressed in classical evil villain garb. An enormous grin and sinister moustach are present on the stranger's face, and Wyvern's jaw drops as he recognizes the man's features as those of his illegal client... "I am Lambdu Neoramonnawhenanci the Great and Powerfull Necromancer!" exclaims the stranger proudly, pointing at Wyvern. "And this lizard sold me his products to help me enhance my wolves! ... And I did! Yes, you heard me, I did! Because I'm evil!" Upon hearing this, many of the reporters present jot this down on their notepads and quickly rush out of the office satisfied... Wyvern slinks under his desk in shame as Lambdu Neoramonnawhenanci the Great and Powerfull Necromancer turns to Distarius, stroking his sinister moustach while letting out a dastardly laugh and exclaiming: "HaHAA! You thought you could escape my mountain by simply defeating my wolves?! Well, you were wr-" Before Lambdu can finish, however, he's suddenly stampeded over by a mob of Animal Rights Activists who rush into the office, pointing fingers at both Distarius and Wyvern and yelling accusations. The applicant and the greedy Elder look towards one another briefly before both deciding to jump out of the office window to avoid the mayhem of the activists... Wyvern hands Distarius his ACCEPTED application as they make the jump... "... ... -ight" finishes the trampled form of Lambdu painfully. ;p OOC: An ACCEPTED application, Distarius, welcome to the Mighty Pen! My apologies for the lateness in getting to your application, midterms kept me extremely busy for the past few weeks. Be sure to either post your e-mail address here or mail me at elitwack90@hotmail.com so that I can send you some additional Pen info. Once again, welcome!

Promotion time! I want to apologize since these promotions have come very late... This is totally the fault of myself and the rest of the Eldership, and we're definitely going to work on this lack of appropriate promotion timing and correct it... We're hoping to hold promotions on a two month basis from this point onward. In this promotion, a special exception has been made for two truly outstanding members who have contributed enough thoughtfull material and effort to the guild to jump up two ranks as opposed to one. This usually doesn't happen, as advancements normally take place one rank at a time, but the Eldership feels that in the special case of this long overdue promotion these two Pen members fully deserve this lift. Thus, I'd like to personally congratulate both Cyril Darkcloud and Rune for jumping from the status of Initiate to that of Quill Bearer. Keep up the outstanding work, you two! Here's a list of all the members that are to be currently promoted: Promoted to Page: Alaeha Blondemoon Carlyan the Wise Deadly Nightshade Griever Hopperwolf Kokuryuu Flameshifter Passionrejected Tamaranis Vincent Silver Zariah (Crowgirl) Promoted to Quill Bearer: Brute Canid Cyril Darkcloud Kasmandre Tasslehof Rune Old Quill Bearers, as well as Cyril Darkcloud and Rune who have had the opportunity of jumping two rankings, will be PMed options for their Quill Quests which they can use to advance to the next level of ranking. Three options will be available which the Quill Bearers will be able to choose from, and the completion of one of these options will allow them to advance another rank. Please be patient with the Elders as we change the ranking titles, membership lists, etc. for this recent promotion, is it may take a few days to complete as a whole. Thanks for your patience, and congratulations to all of those promoted! If you weren't promoted this time around, continue to contribute to writings on the guild boards and we'll be sure to get to you the next time, which will be in around 2 months if all goes well. Please note that if you were a Quill Bearer at the old Pen and you changed your name during your move here, please contact Gyrfalcon with your new name so that the appropriate information can be sent.

In an area distant from the Recruiter's Office, Canid exits the Pen's central restrooms and brushes off some dust from her fur, having greatly relieved herself of the indigestion that had troubled her stomach earlier. Walking from the restrooms in search of purple fuzzies and not taking notice of the strange sounds coming from the bathroom stall she had previously used, a bizarre bubbling creature emerges from the tubing of a toilet... It lived! Wrenwind waits patiently in the Recruiter's Office for Wyvern, thinking back to the poem she had written for an application and considering how much she may have aged waiting for the overgrown lizard's arrival... Sighing to herself in boredome, Wrenwind raises an eyebrow curiously as she notices Melba in the corner of the room banging her fists relentlessly against what appears to be a "Wyvern Punching Bag ™". The Almost-Secretary of Initiates was once again furious at Wyvern's absence, and becomes more furious still when the defective punching bag (which, ironically enough, is actually a product of Wyvern Industries) breaks open and showers her with the cheaply gathered pebbles stored within. Melba is about to grab Wyvern's desk and toss it out the window at a nearby tree when suddenly, the overgrown lizard himself barges into the Office... Wyvern swiftly enters the room, placing a large container of bottles he had collected onto the ground while greeting Wrenwind and Melba nonchalantly, as if he hadn't been absent for a few weeks. Melba's head and jaw tilt and lock into the distraught position that Peredhil had been massaging earlier, as her temper is raised even further by Wyvern's calm mannerisms. The Almost-Secretary is about to let out an enormous scream of rage when the overgrown lizard suddenly grabs Wrenwind's application poem from his desk, carefully reads it over, and exclaims: "I notice you tackle the theme of age in this poem, Wrenwind... which means I may actually have a product you might be interested in!" Having said this, Wyvern takes out a whistle and blows on it, which cues the some corny commercial music that begins playing in the background. Wyvern takes out a bottle from the container he had placed on the ground, takes a deep breath, and rapidly exclaims: "Scaredoffeelingoldandwrinkledortiredofthethoughtsofhavinggreyhairs?! IntroducingbrandnewWyviewype™,abrandnewfacialbeautyproductfromevery onesfavoriteaspiringconglomeratecorporation,WyvernIndustries!" Wrenwind stutters as Wyvern increases the pace of his fast talking and the music in the background becomes louder, with the chorus "Wyvie's wight! Wyvie wipes!!!" repeating horrendously in the background. "Onetouchofthislotionandyoucankissyourageproblemsgoodbye! Note:containsnoactualbeautyingredients,onlywaterfromsupposedly youthfullsprings.Waterhasnotbeenpurifiedinanywaywhatsoever. WyvernIndustriesisnotresponsibleforanyallergicreactions,diseases,or generaldissatisfactionassociatedwiththisproduct!" Having spewed this, Wyvern points enthusiastically to the bottle he holds and shoves it in Wrenwind's face in coordinance with the exclamations of "Wyvie's wight! Wyvie wipes!!!", that were growing increasing loud and annoying in the background. Wrenwind flinches and backs away, hoping the commercial will end soon. She thinks her prayers are answered as the music suddenly stops, but Wyvern swiftly points to the bottle he holds once again and exclaims: "And now, to finish this advertisement, lets have a word from a satisfied client..." Having said this, Wyvern blows a whistle and Sexy the Elder dwarf hobbles into the room, wearing a poor phony moustach for a disguise. Standing in front of Wyvern and clearing his throat, the Elder dwarf recites his obviously forcefully memorized lines: "I used Wyvie Wypes... and now, I have the look of... errr... A young child! Yes, even the change in size was significant... I feel... so much younger now. Waves happily and exits from the set." Wyvern slaps his forehead as Sexy recites the action he's supposed to do rather than doing it, and quickly shoos him off the set. When Wyvern returns, he ACCEPTS Wrenwind's application and offers her a free sampler of Wyvie Wypes... OOC: A very good poem, Wrenwind, and certainly an ACCEPTED application. Welcome to the Mighty Pen! My apologies in the lateness of getting to responding, midterms have kept me extremely busy the past few weeks... Remember to either post your e-mail address here or send me an e-mail at elitwack90@hotmail.com so I can get you some additional Pen info. Once again, welcome!

Seii, Brute, and Zool's stomachs all simultaneously growl as several weeks pass by and supper in the Recruiter's Office still hasn't been served... The portrait of Zool sighs dismally, staring at his rubber chicken cuckoo clock wrist watch and wondering if perhaps it would be better to order takeout at this point... if those types of restaurants still existed after the enormous amount of time they had spent waiting, that is. Seii stretches and yawns, brushing off the many cobwebs that had gathered on his tunic and thinking about the speech he had given several weeks ago, seriously considering adding "having to wait endlessly for overgrown lizards" to his list of inconveniences of immortality. Brute lays fast asleep at the other end of the table, noisily snoring and taking advantage of Wyvern's long absence to catch up on some dreaming... Suddenly, the door to the Recruiter's Office slams open and all three of the people present in the office jump in surprise. Zool hits his head against the top of his picture frame, Seii practically topples out of his chair, and Brute is abruptly awakened from a pleasant dream involving drowning in an ocean of booze and loving every minute of it... At the door of the Office stands the Elder of Initiates himself, Wyvern, wearing what was perhaps once a cooking apron but now looked more like a charred sheet of soot. The apron is not the only thing that is thoroughly dirty, however, as the entire figure of Wyvern is covered from head to toe in soot and reeks of various cooking oils. Even more horrifying than this is the large platter that the overgrown lizard holds in his hands, which appears to harbor a large mess of slime bearing some vague ressemblence to food. The overgrown lizard grins broadly, his yellow-ish fangs momentarily contrasting with the greyness of the rest of his figure, and drops the platter onto his desk before exclaiming: "Dinner is served! Admittedly, I'm not the best cook, so this recipe took me a couple of weeks to make... but feel free to dig in!" With that, Wyvern begins scarfing his own food speedily from the platter, having finished about half of it's contents before Brute decides to bravely walk over to the desk to see what Wyvern has cooked up. Eyeing the unidentifiable contents of the platter cautiously, Brute takes one sniff at them, gags briefly, and then immediatly falls into unconsciousness... Though the prophet of booze could handle the stench of the strongest of alcohols, he had yet to master that of Wyvern's cooking... Observing Brute's reactions to Wyvern's food curiously, Seii backs away a few steps from the platter and asks: "Mr. Wyvern... what exactly did you cook anyway...?" Wyvern looks up from the platter, finishing the last of it's contents and rudely belching a few flames before mumbeling: "Craft Macaroni and Cheese ™... I think I put a bit too much soy sauce and dijon mustard on it, but otherwise it was good as usual..." Seii and Zool stare at Wyvern blankly for a long moment and Zool's rubber chicken lets out a single, disgusted "cluck..." Raising himself from the seat at his desk and walking over to a cloths hangar in the corner of the room, Wyvern cleans his face off using one of Melba's dresses and then walks up to Seii while reaching into his pocket for something. Pulling out a stale fortune cookie, Wyvern grins and hands it to the Pen applicant, who cracks it open after a momentary struggle due to it's staleness... The fortune inside the cookie reads: "ACCEPTED" OOC: Definitely an ACCEPTED application, Seii, welcome to the Mighty Pen! My apologies once again for the lateness in responding, RL really had me in it's twisted grasp these last few weeks. Be sure to post your e-mail addy here or mail me at elitwack90@hotmail.com so that I can send you some more Pen info... Once again, welcome!

Battling! I love punchline fests, though admittedly I ain't all that good at them personally... it's all in good fun, though! Since it's all off the top of the dome in freestyling, it shouldn't take more than a coupla minutes, which I currently have time for. My apologies in advance for anything that comes off as offensive, as that's how it goes in punchline battles. I don't mean anything personally, it's all in the good fun of battling. ;-) Response to Alaeha's battle rap (I take it we're doing it in order of who writes'em, yes?): Step back! The wyvern's coming heated on the track Throwing vicious freestyle verses, ain't no time to react Alaeha? Aloha... I send that ass to Hawaii Skew you on a grill with pineapple and some kawaiis Silly posting these at the Pen? Not as ludicrous as your verse I'll ditch your limo or your cameri have you cruising in a hearse Your poems seek you elsewhere, yo... you better run and go find'em Before I smash that wack ass to pieces and smite your eyes to blind'em Leave you breathing out of a tube connected to a jar of killer bees And have you feeling less fresh than a candy store burglar spree Yo, and if I become entombed... I'm gonna be a pharoah With my own pyramind while you lay in a casket hella narrow Listen... not only can I keep my meter to save my life I can use it to end yours, wit sharper than a knife An' slicker than the area surrounding a crashed oil tanker Next time you try to bite rhymes, this rap... you can thank'er But hey, I'mma save myself all the effort and time And be out with one verse while you think over my lines Peace! These lines mostly written off the top of my head... leeet's get reeeaaaaddddy to ruuuuuummmmmmmmbbbbbbbble! P.S: I like what others have come up with so far, most amusing...

Wyvern's head briefly surfaces from his sea of papers... Update! Once again, my apologies for the lack of application responses recently, as well as the lack of e-mails to those who I did manage to accept this week. My life is unfortunatly still extremely busy, but things should clear up by this upcoming Wednsday and I should be able to get to things much more quickly then. Thanks once again for your guys patience... I'm hoping to get to one or two more applications this weekend, though I can currently promise nothing... Having said this, Wyvern quickly shakes hands with Elwen, whynotsin, and Jareena Faye; who are new to the group of waiters, before strapping on his "sanity snorkle" and submerging into the seemingly endless ocean of papers once again...

Wyvern barges into the Cabaret Room, extremely late as usual, and bows to the Dreamer while wishing him a happy birthday. The overgrown lizard then takes out a small package and offers it to the Dreamer, who acceots it and opens it to reveal some new false teeth... The new teeth are emblazoned in all sorts of shiny metal, commericial-rapper style... The birthday boy looks them over once in distaste and then politely turns them down, handing them back to Wyvern, who immediatly pawns them on the black market to get the Dreamer a brand new AoA-quality chocolate bar... OOC: A belated happy B-day to you, Zadown.

Wyvern wisks himself away from his intense studies for a brief moment, as there are certain things at the Pen that deserve a bit of priority... First of all, LOL to Zool! Had to get that out of my system... Significant birthday wishes (in simple pointer format, unfortunatly, since current time alloted doesn't allow for more creative stuff): #1) A very happy birthday to you Rune. I hope you're passing it excellently, and wish you the best. Once again, I can't emphasise enough how much fellow Pensters admire you for your great character, quality posting, and hosting of this site. I've been meaning to participate in more RPing threads with you and comment more on your poetry (especially "Cycle" which I will get to), but never seem to manage with application responses and such... this'll hopefully be changed over Spring Break. Have an excellent 23rd! #2) Yo Dope, we both know that Sage once noted on the "Personal Journals" track "Runaways" that "It's not where you're from, not where you're at, it's where you're going." Well, you're definitely headed for bigger things... Much happiness and respect to a freestyling hommie on his 16th. Peace! With that, Wyvern vanishes in a cloud Magic Eraser Dust left over from a previous performance of "Peter Pen", noting that he should be fully back again next Wednsday, and will hopefully be able to get to one or two apps this weekend...

Hmmm... well... I dunno if my e-mail is good... I'd say it's strictly "alright", though it's quite an unoriginal name for an address when all's said and done. Oh well, it is and has always been my e-mail addy, and as such I remain happy with it... ;p