h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Write for your reader. If you are not writing for your reader, why are you writing? If you are writing for your own benefit, write on the back of an envelope, don't publish it, and don't waste our time. If you are writing for our benefit, show it.

If you don't put any effort into your words, you show that you don't really care about them. That's fine: perhaps you don't - but if you don't care, why should I care? If neither of us care, the whole process is a waste of time.

You talk of the need for speed. Was what you said to me and my friends in my forum truly that urgent? Communication is a two way process. You may write things down quickly, but you make them slower to read. When people ignore you because of that, what does your speed buy you?

As I said, try again. You say that it is too late for you to change your online style. I suggest you try. You may surprise yourself.

-Martin

adrift, relate the fate ,set the date ,on the watch .on the hill,
Who foot the bill. for the kill ,far to soon for the doom of.
Mummy’s runny funny womb in tune the LOON She's the one
In line feeling fine as she relines the find simone is gone
And gotten lost in the frost,he was lost ,pearl oetzi searchy
Maltese cross the current bun it seem phylid- daphnia dreams it seems
raisin with cream bribe the brie brave the rave crave to save
Nutty bannana- ramma drama kharma splits tricks in fits the bill
of sail,till the tillet ,tales the tail,never fails to fill the pail
paleing to insignificent presentations

Your clarity then, though it be the soul of communication,
is beautiful and ruined like an old beautiful ruin.
Stepping through the biscuit crumbs of bygone analysts and tourists,
I take myself to the wolf steppes to sit down for a glass of mead. ah the air here is Irish and full of the smell of aniseed, a licorice tasting herb whose seeds come in star pods. ah and logicus' step foot prints, oh how fervent scurilous and scurrying. Hope he slows down for a talk. Probly too late ah well I'm used to it, but I repeat, the globe doesn't have four corners , so will sit under a streep lamp, probly gas-lit and flickering through the fog at this point. Ah what a quaint stop on my mirthful and free somewhat subdued evening walk.

The strobes on the globes, the scribe designs to design in sine,
the scent sent rent went from the petals pet, yet it teases the
breezes we breathe on soft breath, left on a singuler, ringuler
string thing, stroll on with the freedom to breifly completly
sink in, and float on the boat afloat in the styx dear, here

I care to dare,bare bear,beery tear fear not!
Rather feel for fear of faceing the bear,
that bares the bare bear,
bearing the rare bare bear,
bare in the coal whole washing his sole soul solo,
we go amongst scented breezes teaseing,
most pleasently pleasing,
Unfreeing his soul in the coal hole,
so I care bare bear,bare the weight,
mate ,just in case wait fate,
had a hand, in shifting the sands,
exposeing the shams.
Regaurds to the case of amontillado ,
Pray to the cottage with pottage ,
And floatage ,see the man at the table
Check first the horse in the stable,
And in sight of the light ,put down a pint
And we will toast as we roast as red
Sun set on the tip of the coast of
The imfamous timmerouse Glimmer house
Terra De Furago,
by Largatol
nil by mouth

Logicus,
drop your glass now, and your masque

of all people I look to your words, last chance, last chance

star crossed what of it, everyone is,

I've promised to stay within a small sphere, and his

I'm angry and lost,

can't figure the cost of any of my promises, I'm bad at it. Just be glad you had no future here,

oh panthering about of a late night, you must be sleeping.

I cannae figure out any least part of my allegiance leaves me seething.

Dumb! Deaf! Blind, boxes empty, journals full,

family crying when will you will yourself Lynda to a doctor to change you all into a fraulein we can love?

Oh it's just "one man's problem" as the JayHawks sing. I'm glad to have found you now you live in my mind and I'll be damned if I'll lose you
better my mind

sorry for the drama I do it in stead
of pure believing and serving

So is the one that is you, re-bell that rings true
oh so true, to you the one You found ,
when departing the oasis of dreams so it now seem.
As the cream of the crop
drifts to the top ,
and wallows then swallows to follow the swallow
Then leaves ,so shallow drifting in space,
not nebular space,
no disgrace full space,
Its lateral literal literally literate
literalism littering literature lingering tingling

And lingering there, at the foot of the stairs,
sits only a yellow rare bear,
A thread bare rare bare,
all covered in bee’s wax,
Fresh from soft polish dripped from the mirror,
Mirroring there, I care rare bare ,in the stare ,
reflected in space.

Non sense sent in scents I sense
sense’s sensual senses Auoraly auraly orally
Jays us O-Rily ,
brought on my the smells and the taste in the liquor
liquorice licker Quicker and quicker ,the thicker the mead ,the faster the steed ,the sooner the end and the


Start, but then again the sooner the when , it perfectly in step with the heart the always beating and betting last sunsets set.

Starting and Stopping then like the slow ticking clock ,timing the fuse, of fusion enthusing phasing re phrasing
Those flections infecting reflections refracting, our acting our part on this stage we arrange
To move us up the next step , so on the net heartbeat, would it be ,not neat ,to skip up two.

At a time, then in the rime, we can have a good time ,so soon will we be at the top

de yer kin ,johnPeel,
,

ell morte'

Do ye ken John Peel
with his coat so gay?
do ye ken John Peel
At the break of day?
Do ye ken John Peel
When he's far, far away
With his hounds and his horn
In the morning

summat different to allay my drears
summat different to listen to too
John Peel blessed me
let him bless you too

His death just on news died in peru,
(disc jockey great musical taste, bob harris counterpoint)

le roi est mort
vivele roi

http://www.rathergood.com/vid/
little boy lost

if clarity is the soul of communication, then have this

(all of a sudden I feel like a little boy with a stick to throw in the fire, and edging towards it, not quite, all into it
but so)

banked my fire for other reason, season, cross the street, make up my mind
fine pay the fine, look for
pay for, tend don't cop out
ride and find
be fine skidding off the line, find it difficult, not facile
to find a rhyme for
come here

they're all wrong, like commandeer, fear, queer, peer, steer, you know that sort of thing

and they're not quite strong enough like, seer, sheer, mere, dear, blear, you know that ain't it either

come here .back from the final, frontier to Revere , or persevere ,
like deliverance from defiance deficiencies,
Or the returning shiver feeling like a furtive Invader of my personal space ,
As an order , comander from the commandeer ,
Recall , immediate
Atmosphere replacement, free space sequestrations
Oxygen re idealisation ,
Sudden realisation displacement ,
spectre paying respects. Apperation appearance
Or the response to a subpoena answered , in haste ,
Sequester ,of empty space ,

So the dream it seems is real life, now would that be to me or to you,
For only in the questioning one of us can so,
What s the solution ,to absenteeism from one world while , in the other ,
Screams for attention are muted , conurbation , throughout the nation.
All seeking their own salvation.

Metropolis of piss takers ,taking all that’s given ,without asking, mostly
Under the cover of darkness, like the thieves that they are, had they asked
Losing it would not have mattered as much, noticeably missed , after finding
The empty space , filled with the emptiness now procured there.

Like the end of that affair or was it the start , spark , ignition admission ,
Lignite , hard mistress to confess to and black , as the deed is to some,
Deed ,acts ,look at the facts, obsessively ,confessing I’m not ,of that faith
Save your damnation ,for another conversation with your god , or dog
Come to that matter, latter day saint , I ain ’t never professed to be.

The spark that binds us also blinds us , or mesmerised by the glare that flared,
Up all of a sudden, cupids arrow gone askew ,nothing new in that , only didn’t
Expect to see you holding the bow as well , so what s the spell , or the crime
tbc

Grey clouds on misty mornings set scenes seen best on mountain tops,
Looking down these mountains of tumbling cumulus drifting serenely by.

Occasionally green fields , sporting envy to the misty blues above
developed from the inky violet black night skies .

Ah!
no spell, no crime, only , just, (oh this prepared crust, it never comes out as good as scratch)

lignate reminded me of fossilized would, ho ho, I'll wear out before rust,

an accidental gift you give, I guess, it helps me free; so wish I could give you something like that,
something with movement, and light, and an amulet strength,
but maybe these things you don't want.

I could be modern, you could play ancient,
hm that won't work as you poke through to now much more than some old somnambuent marksman out on his evening walk

I could be ancient, you could play modern,
but then I'd be fettered by metre and mitre.

I just like how you are dim with violet black, but smack sometimes and go through barriers.

If accidental, I guess it's not essential you even show up for the praise, just see a little flag left up
when I were still amazed.

Don't fear it is all, it's freely given and has a good beat.

speaking of which U978034 given impresssion reared on tennyson,
you even show up for the praise, yup and run away from the phase phrase

Stop yer running for a mo. So praise is flecked off by your wings; a bothersome oil to your feathers. So be it! Not love, not praise, hm. what else have I up my sleeves? Need a good run tonight and shall take one, oh so pleased.

stopped running for mo
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Not love, not praise, love can only be given and not taken, accepted with pleasure, for sure.
praise ,likewise, thought your sleeve was where your heart was
good run,trouble is the good runs dont kick in till there almost over, suppose thats what make them so good,