Sunday, July 29, 2007

Autobiographic


some autoblogggraphy: I am a Pelham Puppet.


ps Elvistein is coming soon.

pps Do you want more on the YouTube Murders?

Saturday, July 28, 2007

Shakespeare Tavern Meeting

In the Shakespeare Tavern
I met two women of beauty;
Tall and lithe
And it must be noted,
They made my weekend shine

Beings are sometimes evil
And out of line
Sending shivers down my wooden spine

These women were out of my league
I was a hopscotch to their gigue
But if they had had puppets
As lovely as themselves
We may have had some quality time together
To spend together
On some wooden shelves



Tuesday, July 17, 2007

The YouTube Murders


THE YouTube MURDERS

It is late and Jane is surfing. She suddenly finds a video on YouTube of someone blonde who looks like her being hacked to death with an axe. She phones a few friends. Only one is in: Nerdy Norris, the tech guy. He says he'll be over to hers in an hour. When he gets there she is dead-hacked to death as in the YouTube video. Nerdy Norris did see it before he left his house. It is no longer on the site....


Thursday, July 12, 2007

Some OLd Friends partied into semi-surrealism

These guys have decided they want to be cakes. Well...what's marzipan for the almond is tamazipam for the analysand or something....Elvistein coming sooooooon.

Friday, July 06, 2007

Where is Elvistein???

Alot of you have complained that the story of Elvistein has failed to appear and many of you are losing faith that it will. Please do not get too upset. It will be here shortly. Squorch747.

PS Please ignore Manuel Person, he is trying to live on my blog and I just can't have him around as sorry as I am for him.

Wednesday, July 04, 2007

Manuel Person


Hi. I'm Manuel Person and I was killed by my landlady who lived in Walthamstow, London. Her son was a real boffin who'd studied at MIT. He put my brain in a blender and then somehow transferred me into a shitty old 486 computer. I stayed in a garage untouched for I think five years until some thieves broke into the garage and sold me-in-the-computer at a car boot sale. Another boffin wired up the computer with other computers and I slipped the highways of the web unable to be present on the second boffin's computer. I'm trying to get back there to thank him and I'm trying to find my murderer but a lot of my brain power has diminished and I'm not often "all there", but here I am burning with a desire for revenge. Are you the boffin who helped me escape?