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Rogers of course, is also inimitable for cover work. He became my favorite with a bang - right from his front cover. Remember it? "Crucible of Power"? The wreck...the man...the desert... It looked REAL! But he really opened up when ASF went large. The redwood position forest, "Asylum", & a couple of others about that time clinched his position firmly. Why he abandoned such effective scenes for the latter monotonous figure work is beyond me. Orders, probly. But for that red wood forest original, I'd swap every item of any value in my collections, & throw in the rent money to boot... ((Me too)). THINGAMABOB: My favourite thingamabob is Yobber. It may not be as mighty as the Poo, but it's certainly more frumious, & far & away barglier. Poo on the Poo, say I. I'll take yobber every time. ((You simply must try yobber with whipped cream, fornchy----just too, too fornchy)). When they passed the Ranischnerd Gleep law forbidding thaddocks to frimble, I thot yobber was done for. But it came back gloriously thirking & snibbling, like a true flonk of the Hinkish line. Yes sir, you can have your strobbles & snelts - I'll take a fridly yobber every time! ((Sensational)) NEUROSIS by the Editor Riding the wind in a haven't you did Depths of the soul, a giant squid Over the valley and under the hill Sickness and death, eternal thrill Waves, tornadoes, tranquil, serene Madness, saneness, most obscene Neurosis, thrombosis, paranoia Deathly scenes, a painting by Goya Scorning the must of have you done Willy went up as down they come Wasn't the if of haven't you yet Dry weather, cool weather, awfully wet If you are weren't and you have went Mary was always aren't you bent Didn't you awfully, playfully run The depths of despair are when you fun Druids, angels, a danse macabre Hellfire, love, the wrath of a mob Weaklings, strongmen, often wonder Rest and peace, or torn asunder Human machines, a rumble of thunder Armageddon waiting for when, I wonder Tools of something wonderful, big A laugh, a jest, a guinea pig Glory triumphant, depths of despair Beginning, end, how? when? where? Fiends incarnate, Gods supreme Man, fowl, beast, Earth, scheme? Succulent food, putrefaction Maggots, spiders, drastic action Normally sane, schizophrenia Day, night, year, millenia It wasn't you where Or when you how But if you will Not then, but now Stygian night, blaze of day Controlled or do we have our way As the book of life reveals its pages Space time continuums, ages and ages
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Rogers of course, is also inimitable for cover work. He became my favorite with a bang - right from his front cover. Remember it? "Crucible of Power"? The wreck...the man...the desert... It looked REAL! But he really opened up when ASF went large. The redwood position forest, "Asylum", & a couple of others about that time clinched his position firmly. Why he abandoned such effective scenes for the latter monotonous figure work is beyond me. Orders, probly. But for that red wood forest original, I'd swap every item of any value in my collections, & throw in the rent money to boot... ((Me too)). THINGAMABOB: My favourite thingamabob is Yobber. It may not be as mighty as the Poo, but it's certainly more frumious, & far & away barglier. Poo on the Poo, say I. I'll take yobber every time. ((You simply must try yobber with whipped cream, fornchy----just too, too fornchy)). When they passed the Ranischnerd Gleep law forbidding thaddocks to frimble, I thot yobber was done for. But it came back gloriously thirking & snibbling, like a true flonk of the Hinkish line. Yes sir, you can have your strobbles & snelts - I'll take a fridly yobber every time! ((Sensational)) NEUROSIS by the Editor Riding the wind in a haven't you did Depths of the soul, a giant squid Over the valley and under the hill Sickness and death, eternal thrill Waves, tornadoes, tranquil, serene Madness, saneness, most obscene Neurosis, thrombosis, paranoia Deathly scenes, a painting by Goya Scorning the must of have you done Willy went up as down they come Wasn't the if of haven't you yet Dry weather, cool weather, awfully wet If you are weren't and you have went Mary was always aren't you bent Didn't you awfully, playfully run The depths of despair are when you fun Druids, angels, a danse macabre Hellfire, love, the wrath of a mob Weaklings, strongmen, often wonder Rest and peace, or torn asunder Human machines, a rumble of thunder Armageddon waiting for when, I wonder Tools of something wonderful, big A laugh, a jest, a guinea pig Glory triumphant, depths of despair Beginning, end, how? when? where? Fiends incarnate, Gods supreme Man, fowl, beast, Earth, scheme? Succulent food, putrefaction Maggots, spiders, drastic action Normally sane, schizophrenia Day, night, year, millenia It wasn't you where Or when you how But if you will Not then, but now Stygian night, blaze of day Controlled or do we have our way As the book of life reveals its pages Space time continuums, ages and ages
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