When a twister a-twisting will twist him a twist,
For the twisting of his twist, he three twines doth intwist;
But if one of the twines of the twist do untwist,
The twine that untwisteth untwisteth the twist.
Untwirling the twine that untwisteth between,
He twirls, with his twister, the two in a twine;
Then twice having twisted the twines of the twine,
He twitcheth the twice he had twined in twain.
The twain that in twining before in the twine,
As twines were intwisted he now doth untwine;
Twist the twain inter-twisting a twine more between,
He, twirling his twister, makes a twist of the twine.
REPENT!
THE END IS TOTALLY FUCKING NIGH!
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This is a forward
for Godspeed!
There is a devil in this world
And no angel will save us.
Our relations are sickened and damaged
As this upside down world.
They're turning our neighbourhoods
into disneylands.
They're building more prisons
and doubling their patrols.
At the same time,
Miss Celine Dion sings love songs
while our cities burn.
In these times,
When everything is denied us,
Anything is possible.
But everyday
stubborn,
clumsy,
beautiful ideas
r o t
on the whithering vine.
All dreams fall down.
Failure leads to irony.
And irony smothers us
with all the pastel colours
of the newest retail superstores.
We call for an end
to this state of affairs.
Long live a little bit of autonomy.
Long live all quiet roof easels.
A sort of culture can be built here.
All sorts of things can happen,
when and if we finally begin to refuse.
We dedicated tonight's performance
to quiet refusals,
loud refusals,
and sad refusals.
We dedicate it
to the imminent market collapse.
We dedicate it to waitresses,
carpenters,
and drug addicts.
We dedicate it to secretaries,
alcoholics,
and schizophrenics.
We dedicate it to the boys kissing boys,
girls kissing girls,
girls kissing boys,
and everything in between.
We dedicate it to anxiety attacks,
hangovers,
worried depression,
and all the other necessary by-products
of trying to live free.
We dedicate it to any endeavour
whose ultimiate, unreasonable goal
is autonomy,
self-determination,
or joy.
We dedicate it to every prisoner in the world.
I like movies that 'accentuate the negative'
TV is chewing gum for the eyes.
-Frank Lloyd Wright
The man who does not read good books has no advantage over the man who can't read them.
-Mark Twain
O n the fifteenth of May,
in the Jungle of Nool,
In the heat of the day,
in the cool of the pool,
He was splashing,
enjoying the jungle's great joys...
When Horton the elephant
heard a small noise.
So Horton stopped splashing.
He looked toward the sound.
"That's funny," thought Horton.
"There's no one around."
Then he heard it again!
Just a very faint yelp
As if some tiny person
were calling for help.
"I'll help you," said Horton.
"But who are you? Where?"
He looked and he looked.
He could see nothing there
But a small speck of dust
blowing past through the air.
"I say!" murmured Horton.
"I've never heard tell
Of a small speck of dust
that is able to yell.
So you know what I think?
...Why, I think that there must
Be someone on top of that small speck of dust!
Some sort of a creature of very small size,
Too small to be seen by an elephant's eyes...
"...some poor little person who's shaking with fear
That he'll blow in the pool! He has no way to steer!
I'll just have to save him. Because, after all,
A person's a person, no matter how small."
So, gently, and using the greatest of care,
The elephant stretched his great trunk through the air,
And he lifted the dust speck and carried it over
And placed it down, safe, on a very soft clover.
"Humpf!" humpfed a voice.
'Twas a sour kangaroo.
And the young kangaroo in her pouch
said "Humpf!" too.
"Why, that speck is as small as the head of a pin.
A person on that?
...Why, there never has been!"
"Believe me," said Horton.
"I tell you sincerely,
My ears are quite keen and I heard him quite clearly.
I know there's a person down there.
And, what's more,
Quite likely there's two.
Even three.
Even four.
Quite likely...
"...a family, for all that we know!
A family with children just starting to grow.
So, please," Horton said, "as a favor to me,
Try not to disturb them. Just please let them be."
"I think you're a fool!" laughed the sour kangaroo
And the young kangaroo in her pouch said, "Me too!
You're the biggest blame fool in the Jungle of Nool!"
And the kangaroos plunged in the cool of the pool.
"What terrible splashing!" the elephant frowned.
"I can't let my very small persons get drowned!
I've got to protect them. I'm bigger than they."
So he plucked up the clover and hustled away.
Through the high jungle tree tops,
the news quickly spread:
"He talks to a dust speck!
He's out of his head!
Just look at him walk with that speck on that flower!"
And Horton walked, worrying, almost an hour.
"Should I put this speck down?..."
Horton thought with alarm.
"If I do, these small persons may come to great harm.
I can't put it down. And I won't! After all
A person's a person. No matter how small."
Then Horton stopped walking.
The speck-voice was talking!
The voice was so faint he could just barely hear it.
"Speak up, please," said Horton.
He put his ear near it.
"My friend," came the voice, "you're a very fine friend.
You've helped all us folks on this dust speck no end.
You've saved all our houses, our ceilings and floors.
You've saved all our churches and grocery stores."
"You mean..." Horton gasped,
"you have buildings there, too?"
Oh yes," piped the voice. "We most certainly do...
"I know," called the voice, "I'm too small to be seen
But I'm Mayor of a town that is friendly and clean.
Our buildings, to you, would seem terribly small
But to us, who aren't big, they are wonderfully tall.
My town is called Who-ville, for I am a Who
And we Whos are all thankful and grateful to you."
And Horton called back to the Mayor of the town,
"You're safe now. Don't worry. I won't let you down."
But, just as he spoke to the Mayor of the speck,
Three big jungle monkeys climbed up Horton's neck!
The Wickersham Brothers came shouting, "What rot!
This elephant's talking to Whos who are not!
There aren't any Whos! And they don't have a Mayor!
And we're going to stop all this nonsense! So there!"
They snatched Horton's clover!
They carried it off
To a black-bottomed eagle
named Vlad Vlad-i-koff,
A mighty strong eagle,
of very swift wing,
And they said, "Will you kindly get rid of this thing?"
And, before the poor elephant even could speak,
That eagle flew off with the flower in his beak.
All that late afternoon and far into the night
That black-bottomed bird flapped his wings in fast flight,
While Horton chased after, with groans over stones
That tattered his toenails and battered his bones,
And begged, "Please don't harm all my little folks, who
Have as much right to live as us bigger folks do!"
But far, far beyond him, that eagle kept flapping
And over his shoulder called back, "Quit your yapping.
I'll fly the night through.
I'm a bird.
I don't mind it.
And I'll hide this, tomorrow,
where you'll never find it!"
And at 6:56 the next morning he did it.
It sure was a terrible place that he hid it.
He let that small clover drop somwhere inside
Of a great patch of clovers a hundred miles wide!
"Find THAT!" sneered the bird.
"But I think you will fail."
And he left
With a flip
Of his black-bottomed tail.
"I'll find it!" cried Horton.
"I'll find it or bust!
I SHALL find my friends
on my small speck of dust!"
And clover, by clover, by clover with care
He picked up and searched them, and called,
"Are you there?"
But clover, by clover, by clover he found
That the one that he sought for
was just not around.
And by noon poor old Horton,
more dead than alive,
Had picked, searched, and piled up,
nine thousand and five.
Then, on through the afternoon,
hour after hour...
Till he found them at last!
On the three millionth flower!
"My friends!" cried the elephant.
"Tell me! Do tell!
Are you safe? Are you sound?
Are you whole? Are you well?"
From down on the speck came the voice of the Mayor:
"We've really had trouble! Much more than our share.
When that black-bottomed birdie let go and we dropped,
We landed so hard that our clocks have all stopped.
Our tea-pots are broken. Our rocking-chairs smashed.
And out bicycle tires blew up when we crashed.
So, Horton, please!" pleaded that voice of the Mayor's,
"Will you stick by us Whos while we're making repairs?
"Of course," Horton answered.
"Of course I will stick.
I'll stick by you small folks
through thin and through thick!"
"Humpf!"
Humpfed a voice!
"For almost two days you've run wild and insisted
On chatting with persons who've never existed.
Such carryings-on in our peaceable jungle!
We've had quite enough of your bellowing bungle!
And I'm here to state," snapped the big kangaroo,
"That your silly nonsensical game is all through!"
And the young kangaroo in her pouch said, "Me too!"
"With the help of the Wickersham Brothers and dozens
Of Wickersham Uncles and Wickersham Cousins
And Wickersham In-Laws, whose help I've engaged,
You're going to be roped! And you're going to be caged!
And, as for your dust speck... hah! That we shall boil
In a hot steaming kettle of Beezle-Nut oil!"
"Boil it?..." gasped Horton!
"Oh, that you can't do!
It's all full of persons!
They'll prove it to you!"
"Mr. Mayor! Mr. Mayor!" Horton called.
"Mr. Mayor!
You've got to prove now
that you really are there!
So call a big meeting.
Get everyone out.
Make every Who holler!
Make every Who shout!
Make every Who scream!
If you don't, every Who
Is going to end up in a Beezle-Nut stew!
And down on the dust speck, the scared little Mayor
Quick called a big meeting in Who-ville Town Square.
And his people cried loudly. They cried out in fear:
"We are here! We are here! We are here! We are here!"
The elephant smiled: That was clear as a bell.
You kangaroos surely heard that very well."
"All I heard," snapped the big kangaroo, "was the breeze,
And the faint sound of wind through the far-distant trees.
I heard no small voices. And you didn't either."
And the young kangaroo in her pouch said, "Me, neither."
"Grab him!" they shouted. "And cage the big dope!
Lasso his stomach with ten miles of rope!
Tie the knot tight so he'll never shake loose!
Then dunk that dumb speck in the Beezle-Nut juice!"
Horton fought back with great vigor and vim
But the Wickersham gang was too many for him.
They beat him! They mauled him! They started to haul
Him into his cage! But he managed to call
To the Mayor: "Don't give up! I believe in you all!
A person's a person, no matter how small!
And you very small persons will not have to die
If you make yourselves heard!
So come on, now, and TRY!"
The Mayor grabbed a tom-tom. He started to smack it.
And, all over Who-ville, they whopped up a racket.
They rattled tin kettles! They beat on brass pans,
On garbage pail tops and old cranberry cans!
They blew on bazookas and blasted great toots
On clarinets, oom-pahs and boom-pahs and flutes!
Great gusts of loud racket rang high through the air.
They ratled and shook the whole sky! And the Mayor
Called up through the howling mad hullabaloo:
"Hey, Horton! How's this? Is our sound coming through?"
And Horton called back, "I can hear you just fine.
But the kangaroos' ears aren't as strong, quite, as mine.
They don't hear a thing! Are you sure all your boys
Are doing their best? Are they ALL making noise?
Are you sure every Who down in Who-ville is working?
Quick! Look through your town!
Is there anyone shirking?"
Through the town rushed the Mayor,
from east to the west.
But everyone semmed to be doing his best.
Everyone seemed to be yapping or yipping!
Everyone seemed to be beeping or bipping!
But it wasn't enough, all this ruckus and roar!
He HAD to find someone to help him make more.
He raced through each building!
He searched floor-to-floor!
And, just as he felt he was getting nowhere,
And almost about to give up in despair,
He suddenly burst through a door and that Mayor
Discovered one shirker! Quite hidden away
In the Fairfax Apartments (Apartment 12-J)
A very small, very small shirker name Jo-Jo
Was standing, just standing, and bounching a Yo-Yo!
Not making a sound! Not a yipp! Not a chirp!
And the Mayor rushed inside
and grabbed the young twerp!
And he climbed with the lad up the Eiffelberg Tower.
"This," called the Mayor, "is your town's darkest hour!
The time for all Whos who have blood that is red
To come to the aid of their country!" he said.
"We've GOT to make noises in greater amounts!
So, open your mouth, lad! For every voice counts!"
Thus he spoke as he climbed. When they got to the top,
The lad cleared his throat and he shouted out, "YOPP!"
And that Yopp...
That one small, extra Yopp put it over!
Finally, at last! From that speck on that clover
Their voices were heard! They rang out clear and clean.
And the elephany smiled. "Do you see what i mean?...
They've proved they ARE persons, no matter how small.
And their whole world was saved by the Smallest of All!"
"How true! Yes, how true," said the big kangaroo.
"And, from now on, you now what I'm planning to do?...
From now on, I'm going to protect them with you!"
And the young kangaroo in her pouch said,...
"...ME TOO!
From sun in the summer. From rain when it's fall-ish,
I'm going to protect them. No matter how small-ish!"
the guy who sells flowers in the middle of the intersection on 65, and Dustin Wallace