[Growltigger]

I have memory and awareness,
but I have no shape or form,
as a disembodied spirit,
I am dead but yet unborn,
I have passed into the afterlife,
as was told by tales of old,
I am sitting in a lap-dancing bar,
marble white and purest gold.
I see the cantina patrons rage on high
abuses hurled across the sky
I cannot move, I cannot hide
I feel a silent scream begin inside....

ARRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, I am currently on holiday with the current Mrs GT and in-laws in Paris, returning next week. The mall idea sounds fine, but let me make it clear that any lingerie or marital aid concession will be run by me. Any arcades will be run by the killer mongooses and Abdul and the berber horde will run all falafel concessions......

Then all at once the chaos ceased
A stillness fell, a sudden peace
The patrons heard my silent cry
And stayed their struggles mystified

Gryphin was astonished, Mac called me mad
But they heard my story further and
they wondered and were sad
Gazing into the cantina onto a world of doubt and fear
The cantina splintered into shattered hemispheres
They sat a while in silence and they turned at Last to me.
We shall call you Tigga, the god of chaos you shall be.....

Listen guys, dont moan, it is either old Rush songs or my drunken rendition of the Marseilleise

[ March 23, 2003, 12:32: Message edited by: growltigger ]