The Final Solution

Today, with heavy souls hanging in the midst of an ungrateful and ignorant world, The Condors emerged, united and forever unremorseful to issue the following statement:

“For the past 14 months we have strived for the glorification of pie, non-repentance and all poetry espousing the virtues of both. Today we go forward in the knowledge that we have touched some, if not many, with the dream of a more pie filled and unashamed tomorrow.”

The statement was delivered at high noon, in accordance with Condor policy. They wish the world a fond farewell. They are not sorry.

mystery biscuitery

poooof!! and there they are...
the christmas biscuits, causing a drama
who brought them to us?
was it a llama?

how do we know that santa wasn't here?
there was no mince pie though, we're
not really like that in this office
have no fear

maybe we should just
eat them all up
then we wont have to think about
anything at all

Consumed

what have you done?
a shadow of chaos as memories twist.
once we tasted heaven,
open and innocent,
but your heart soured.
a dark pool of blood -
tears follow rain, follow pain,
love condemned.
in a haze of hate,
i condemn you.

1000 lifetimes

1000 lifetimes have fallen to the earth upon which they whither and die.
but one seeds and springs forth a new breed of worth.
but there are no pies to be seen.

A further ode to pi(e)

surprise surprise,
your evil eyes
have gazed upon my splendid pies.

those worldly-wise,
compartmentalise,
the evil in those splendid pies.

by adolf cakehole and betsy craghopper

A Pie earlier today:

It's 6 weeks since the printer fell on the printer repair man's head. I wonder, does he know its the anniversary? Should we call him? Send a card? The date must be marked. The event must be remembered.

I bet he still thinks about it. Every day. It was the lowlight of his printer repairing career.

Stuck on the floor under a Lexmark X500 series is a lonely place to be on a Friday afternoon.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=is-HVxmUELQ

a hunting we will go,
a hunting we will go.

how big can they be?
as big as me?

or you.