Archive for 'Herald Literary Suppository'

The Interchangeable Man

by Kris Dibou, warrior poet/pirate She found herself an interchangeable man to fill her needs and her demands If he is not there when she has desires a few spare parts are all she requires An arm here, a leg there; she likes this kind of chest and this kind of hair These animations and [...]

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Rose-Tinted Monitor

by Kris Dibou, warrior poet/pirate I saw the world through a rose-tinted monitorIllusions in a pixel painted boxLove and beauty, hope and faithAll in one place, we talked There it was, within our graspWorld peace and brotherhood of menThe end of war, the end of famineAn electronic Eden once again So paint the world as [...]

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Immersion

To sleep, perchance to dream… by Kris Dibou The problem with total immersion is that you must come up for air or you will suffocate… I suppose it is like a sailor being lured into the sea by a beautiful mermaid; he is so enamored with her that he does not realize he is drowning; [...]

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Alien28 vs Plagiariser – part 5

An alien abduction !!! by Coke Supply

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Alien28 vs Plagiariser – part 4

FOX arrives, followed by the landlord !!! by Coke Supply

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Alien28 vs Plagiariser – part 3

The fight to recover L$50,000 and win Zilu's customers continues… by Coke Supply

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Alien28 vs Plagiariser – part 2

An angry store owner, a suspicious alien face hugger — and a plot to bankrupt Zilu !!! by Coke Supply

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Alien28 vs Plagiariser – part 1

A shocking take of content theft, SL business treachery, and aliens — based on a true story by Coke Supply  

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Paradise Lost

by Kris Dibou It occurred to me today that SL is like a gourmet meal that you eat backwards.  Allow me to walk you through this meal beginning with the dessert.  1st Course: Dessert You’ve joined Secondlife and discovered a world of beautiful women and handsome men, where there is no disease to pick up [...]

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Under the Pixel Sun

by Kris Dibou In the virtual life you’ve ledYou’re neither living, nor are deadYou’ve met them all but met no oneDrifting under the pixel sun. And as you tire of this placeThe sun that doesn’t burn your faceThe water that won’t make you wetThe death that never will be met The wind that cannot touch [...]

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