By: steve
[2002-10-30]
Turpentine
a poem
When liquor doesn't do the trick,
and I get none from wine,
I reach for something with a punch,
my dear sweet turpentine.
The rich bouquet of pure C10,
admixed with H16,
it abrogates my discontent
and leaves me so serene.
The morning after's never fun;
You sober folk may scoff.
For turpentine's a precious gift
but you can't sleep it off.
Another use for turpentine
In which diversion you may find
Apply it rather liberally
To your pet cat's behind
this disturbs me, and not in a good way.
this was quite fun to read. and to shout at people earlier today. many many thanks.
turpentine? is it scary?
I get no kick from champagne
Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all
but I get a kick out of glue
Yes, I get a kick out of glue
turpentine is scary. glue, however, is another story... i am down with glue
I try to avoid solvents, and seldom if ever use soap, or water for that matter, for fear of melting.
It's made from cows!
turperntine sounds a bit like serpentine, and you can't spell surpentine without serpent, and serpents are scary so by association turpentine is scary.
In colonial times in America, when ships were still made of wood, the Carolinas were responsible for maintaining the nation's Naval Stores, which consisted of turpentine, pine tar, and wood suitable for shipbuilding. In chemical warfare, they got 50 gal. drums of that Fentanyl which was used in the Moscow opera. The spec sheet says that it's supposed to be dispersed at a density of 30mg to 60mg per cubic meter, and causes unconsciousness within 15 seconds, lasting 4 hours. I guess that the problem is too much from too much density, or breathing too much, exceeding the LD50. They used atropine as an antidote, but I think that Narcane would have been more appropriate. We got Fentanyl patches in the rescue wagon to stick on your neck if you need pain relief, but it doesn't get near the LD50.
And I'm not sorry for the things I do
My brain is stuck from shooting glue
I'm not sorry for the things I do
Carbona not Glue
Wondering what I'm doing tonight
I've been in the closet and feel all right
Ran out Carbona Mom threw out the glue
Ran out of paint and roach spray too
Now hold on for just a second....
Doc Mo, do you have more than 1 name, or are you many people?
Townsville?? I can drive there from here!....only been there a few times myself.
And I never even noticed the powerpuff girls thing until a few weeks ago when a friend pointed it out....I mean, it's a long shot, what with being a cartoon and all, I don't notice these things easily....
To quote from He Died With A Felafel In His Hand (the book, not the movie)....rather long....
We were deeply into the "men without babes" thing, which is a terrible thing. Maybe the worst. It's like living on the Planet of the Dogs without leashes or rolled-up newspapers, a sanction-free zone, where you can go deep and really find your own hostile imbalances. You can see it fully realised in redneck wonderlands like Townsville, where PJ came from. He loved to get drunk and curse off that place. An abbatoir town with a really bad vibe, a masculine vibe. A lot of death and sadness. They kill a lot of beasts up there. Some mornings you can hear the low moaning of the cattle before they're taken up into the food chain. I can strip it back now, see a thematic unity there, a ripeness of the male spirit, like time in the wilderness or the smell of raw pollen. The strong will consume the weak and they won't bother cleaning up after themselves.
....Felafel is a good book. You should all read it. The movie's okay, but very different, as usual. And no, I don't wish to insult lovely Townsville; I just thought of this particular passage when you mentioned it.
And yeah, turpentine is okay too. I was gonna write a turps related haiku, but it sucked.
At least with any particular frequency. Although in public I use my real name, to avert any more confusion than necessary. And that passage is more than a little melodramatic. Townsville is a nice place to live.
If you wish to contact me, I can be reached at doc_morbid@portalofevil.com
I like a drink,
I like a smoke,
But I like to think too much,
So when I feel the need to breach,
My rules that many cannot reach,
I simply go cold turkey,
Yes I always know when to stop,
Or else my face would sag and pop.
The whole truth and nothing but the truth so help me God.
i once did a printing project in art class. the ink we used was horrible. the only way to get it off anything was with lots of turpentine. that stuff would strip all of the oil from your hands, and kill the first few layers of cells.
i know a poem about turpentine too!
Queen queen Caroline
washed her hair in turpentine
turpentine to make it shine
Queen queen Caroline
not a very good poem, but easy to remember.
