Mary Had a Little Lamb who Met a Little Troll

Mary had a little lamb,
Little lamb, little lamb,
Mary had a little lamb,
Its fleece was white as snow!
  

Everywhere that Mary went,
Mary went, Mary went,
Everywhere that Mary went
The lamb was sure to go!

It posted on her blog one day,
Blog one day, blog one day,
It posted on her blog one day,
To see what trolls would say!

There was a troll without a name,
Without a name, without a name,
There was a troll without a name,

It danced and sang its song!

And the troll chanted:

"To-day do I bake, to-morrow I brew,
The day after that the new blog comes in;
And oh! I am glad that nobody knew
That the name I am called is Rumpelstiltskin!"

And the lamb interjected:

Nasty troll, I know your name
Know your name, know your name
Nasty troll, I know your name,

I know you have no shame!

The Dangers of Incoherent Internet Usage

Internet forums and blog comments tend to fill with the obscurest possible attempts at verbal communication. Many posts are so indescribably incoherent that they are rarely intelligible even to the architect of the verbal potpourri himself. It's all fun and games they say, yet few understand the very real dangers writing on the internet in an incoherent state of mind can cause to innocent readers.

Be a responsible internet person — consider the potential psychological and physiological injuries your readers may sustain when exposed to your writings. The following flowchart presents a basic five-point-program to help overcome the urge to post in heightened states of incoherence. If you are an incoherent addict, print it out and and study it whenever you feel the urge to post your productions to a website.

Exercise particular attention when posting to a site you are addicted to, as addictions tend to lower the threshold for emotional and irrational responses. A special word of caution is in place for addicts posting under anonymous aliases on sites they've sworn to never participate at again. While self-control and peer support may help some get over their budding addiction, advanced cases of focused iOCD are best left in the hands of trained professionals.

Neurotic Background Choir

In Memoriam
Herr Trollson og Fru Stalkerson
og støjende familie

1980-2008 - Rest in Peace
it was a genuine pleasure to know you...

there has to be a neurotic background choir
immersed in resentment, cynicism and pessimism
confined in prisons of their own design.

deep pain dwells within their hearts
as they are desperately lashing out
in a hopeless, consuming quest for solace.
a life of freedom is never found in prisons!

one wonders, did some people go out for a cigarette
when god distributed joy and freedom at the dawn of creation;
told us to live and love in peace and harmony...

endless grumbling and moaning echoing
from crowded, dark cells of suppressed humanity
deprived of a sense of fundamental goodwill.

it really doesn't have to be that way —
but i suppose we all have our own destinies...

bodhicitta only dawns after a journey to the dark side;
a deep plunge into the darkest abyss of hell...
for only in hell is heaven's need understood
and only knowers of heaven and hell journey into nonduality
a tranquil base for unconditional joy and benevolence.

greetings to you, fair men and ladies of the neurotic choir!
i relish the moments of experience and exchange with you
brimming with curiosity, the scientist of the human mind that I am.

you haunt me, you fascinate me;
i have ran out of tears for you, i only watch
in awe of the deep sense of emptiness
i sense in your cacophonic melodies...