Pattaya Monkey Hash Scribe Report (based on a true story)
Whore in the Windows: "Hey,... we were just here a minute ago?"
GI Joe: "Yea, we're going around again, making a circle,"
Fingerless: "Another bloody U turn, Sip Baht must be high."
Sardine Choker: "Naw, he's looking for his puppy."
Dirt Looney: "Who are the hares today?"
Belly Dancer: "I forgot."
Soapy: "Dunno."
Cannon Ball: "I think its Jellobutt, Something Snatcher, and two other guys.}
Dead Gump: "Cunts"
Hard On: "Yea, real cunts"
Crap Thai: "Seppos"
Sperm Polluter: "I hope we're not going to Spermy's Lake again."
Ging Gang Goolies: "Yea, me too, I hate that place."
No Banana: "Wait, no, its not possible."
No Hope: "Fuckin A...not again,!"
Fleece Lifter: "Another fucking U turn. Somebody wake up Sip Baht. "
Caroline: "Seriously man, does anybody else here have the munchies? "Anybody got some candy?"
Yankee Crank: "I have a Snickers bar."
Caroline: "Can I have it?"
Yankee Crank: "No."
Caroline: "Why not?"
Yankee Crank: "Cause its at my home stupid."
Milky Piss: "I hear the trail's about 17km"
Rampant Rabbit: "Fuck that!"
Spastic Whore King: "Cunts"
Mayho Queen: "Yea, I hope the GM makes them wear nappies"
Sperm Pollluter: "Naw, only Jellbutt."
On On
The Ghost Rider
Kubla Khan
BY SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE
Or, a vision in a dream. A Fragment.
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round;
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
A savage place! as holy and enchanted
As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced:
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail:
And mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean;
And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war!
The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves;
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the fountain and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!
A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:
It was an Abyssinian maid
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight 'twould win me,
That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.