Remember remember...
Remember, remember the Fifth of November,
The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,
I know of no reason
Why Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, t'was his intent
To blow up King and Parliament.
Three-score barrels of powder below
To prove old England's overthrow;
By God's providence he was catch'd
With a dark lantern and burning match.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, let the bells ring.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King!
The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,
I know of no reason
Why Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, t'was his intent
To blow up King and Parliament.
Three-score barrels of powder below
To prove old England's overthrow;
By God's providence he was catch'd
With a dark lantern and burning match.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, let the bells ring.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King!
posted by morbidneko | 3:03 pm
i seem to have locked the cage, and destroyed the key - but, im locked inside..
remember remember...
Then let us in, so we can laugh together at the padded walls....
I've got my white coat with the latches and long sleeves, did anybody remember to bring the rum punch? Time for a party, methinks.
Being an American, I think I'll just go huck some tea into the apartment swimming pool to celebrate. It's something, right?
This is awesome! I love this. Halloween is an empty, crass holiday compared to Guy Fawkes day. God save the king and god save MorbidNeko.
Or rather, just let's get a locksmith out there to you! I'm sure you love your padded cage (I have have that in the link to you--she likes it there), but we need you to have the freedom to come and go.
So, you know you are loved, right? Even if it's long distance.
Detroit to the neither regions of SA--a warm greeting and a smile to see you still in the show.
the padded walls... how they taunt me...
hmmm... rumpunch.. i like a party, eoh. but, won't someone be mortified if we all show up with the same outfit on??
morb, you shouldve at LEAST lit a emphatic cracker. ^_^ but, we takes what we can gets.
ah, my good friend, morb - he of dreamscapes and nightmares.. if you're gonna chuck some tea into the swimming pool, make sure it's the cheap kind. don't waste any of the good stuff.
my dear eric - yes, i saw the tagline on your blog. i DO like it here. he who hurt me so callously doesnt even visit the cage, so abandoning it would serve no purpose.
loved? perhaps i have a few uncles who are fond of me. tangible love would be great.. of the *hugging* variety. now that i am no longer waiting for he-who-broke-me, i'm planning some over-seas trips in the next year. perhaps i will hug bloggers everywhere i go. who knows.
the future is elusive and uncertain.
i thank you for your words. i return the warm greetings. i thank you for the visit.
hug trees, kick bloggers.
-a
trees dont hug back as well..
bloggers are intangible..
Alas!
Ye have escaped me boney clutches again!
Bly om te sien jy het toe nie opgegee nie!
Groente en speenwense
Death
ja - dis 'n moeilike ding, di.
wie weet of ek ooit die hok gaan ontsnap..
Take the power back, Neko! This is your padded cage. Who else would love it better than you? And look--you even have a blog harem of supportive guys.
Everything will be fine.
One day he will know what he has lost. Balance has a way of imposing itself on others.
well i can't forget good ol' guy fawkes. The fireworks keep me awake here in London ;)
xx
pinks