the voice might be the day that scares you.
The phone problems may have been solved! At least for now, until the next time. Anyway, it's time for another bit of MegaHAL, about a rather frightening tree limb.
Here's a story of an old tree limb,
blue his eye and touched us,
brings us to sacrifice small and fuzzy puppies to laugh with a virile harmony
like the movie's last reel, the end-piece flapping.
cars stream over the bar, backwards,
until you realize foam's twin is blood.
Yes, that's right: the old tree limb not only has eyes, but it "brings us to sacrifice small and fuzzy puppies." And then there's the laughter. And the blood. Really, I'm just as happy that HAL decided to stop there and didn't compose one of his longer poems extending the story.
Here's a story of an old tree limb,
blue his eye and touched us,
brings us to sacrifice small and fuzzy puppies to laugh with a virile harmony
like the movie's last reel, the end-piece flapping.
cars stream over the bar, backwards,
until you realize foam's twin is blood.
Yes, that's right: the old tree limb not only has eyes, but it "brings us to sacrifice small and fuzzy puppies." And then there's the laughter. And the blood. Really, I'm just as happy that HAL decided to stop there and didn't compose one of his longer poems extending the story.