Gramskrit, Volume 3

The Epileptic Elevator

Hello, hello. I see you there./ Were you going to take the stairs?/ Why strain to climb when you can ride?/ And hear the muzak I provide./ Perhaps the sign that says beware,/ Has filled you with a little terror./ But please believe me when I state,/ That sign is old and out of date./ The death toll there is overstated,/ Since that day they've renovated./ I will lift you safe and sound,/ Fifty stories off the ground,/ And drop you at your destination,/ Free from fear and trepidation./ That's it, come on, step inside./ Let me take you for a ride./ Going up? Or going down?/ What's that you say? We're on the ground?/ Well I must be a bit confused,/ I thought we were on thirty two./ Perhaps I fell when I blacked out./ I'm glad that my construction's stout./ A fall that far could be quite rough,/ On something made of lesser stuff./ Say, that's enough about my trouble,/ Let's get you upstairs on the double./ Floor thirty two, I think you said?/ Here we go. Full steam ahead./ Oh my, you seem a little queasy./ I'll play some musak. You take it easy./ Here's a song called "Dankeschon."/ Wayne Newton helps to keep me sane./ It's just so nice to have a guest./ It helps to keep me at my best./ Since I got sick, I've been neglected./ Sometimes I kind of feel rejected./ With out a friend for talking to,/ One's sure to go a bit cuckoo./ Quiet please. Don't shriek and shout./ If I get upset, I might pass out./ Now everything is going grey./ My cables feel so slick today./ Whoops, that was just a little slip. I think I almost lost my grip./ What makes your hair stand up on end?/ Is that the current fashion trend?/ Well, here we are on twenty eight./ I hope your day keeps going great./ I'm sorry if I made you nervous./ When you leave, I'm at your service./ Hopefully, I'll see you later,/ On the Epileptic Elevator.

--Matthew Fleming

Chapter 1

Exodus Of Planet Earth

The Falling Sickness

The magic of a heavy heart/ Drunk with the return of a gift/ That beauty could be selfless/ Devoted and noticed/ Amazed and awed in the sharp air/ Of a moonstruck morning/ Beauty returns once more/ No room to breath/ No other thoughts/ They are all crowded out by one/ To hot to eat cold hands and feet/ Love is the blood through and through/ And being in love/ Is the passion of a dream/ Not quite able to remember/ Desperately and hopelessly/ In vain and extacy

From Chaper 2

Elevathor (The Quite Large)

This short story was a satire on comic books, poking fun at sex and violence. It also featured the Screeming Flower, who's appearance was very short lived.

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