tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60414879193889041982011-07-30T13:34:02.129-07:00Tribe of Moghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14472269650100194914noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041487919388904198.post-63637889594983551782011-07-20T08:42:00.000-07:002011-07-20T08:58:41.751-07:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">'INSECTOIDS'</span> ...Beware the mutant insects of our future world…<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><br />“Muscadraco Genemitous”</span><br /><br /><br />This is what could happen to Earths’ most ancient of beasts surviving the post apocalyptic millennia…<br /><br />Life on Planet Earth is very different. Long gone are the human race, leaving only a legacy of Industrial and Agricultural chemical wasteland…<br /><br />The sole survivors are the wondrous mini-beasts of our former insect kingdom…<br /><br />As in some forgotten era of the Planets’ pre-history, monstrous critters are dominating the skies, lands and seas, helping to keep the bio-sphere from certain destruction after the devastations wreaked by Humans…<br /><br />Feeding off pollens and nectars of crops long-affected by unnatural chemicals in pesticides and fertilizers, drinking from waters fluorescent with radioactive spillages, as they struggle to fly through air thick and crackling with electro-static fog from the over-use of micro and radio wave technologies;… these winged and stinged creepy crawlies have long since developed immunities to insecticides, causing them to grow enormous in size as evolutionary mutations increase with every disruption to the genetic order of life as we once knew it.<br /><br />(created by Sadie Shrub)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041487919388904198-6363788959498355178?l=tribeofmog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tribe of Moghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14472269650100194914noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041487919388904198.post-7327773873628488232011-01-14T10:01:00.000-08:002011-01-14T10:09:24.266-08:00HERE'S TO THE CRAZY ONES. THE MISFITS. THE REBELS. THE TROUBLEMAKERS. THE ROUND PEGS IN THE SQUARE HOLES. THE ONES WHO SEE THINGS DIFFERENTLY. THEY'RE NOT FOND OF RULES. AND THEY HAVE NO RESPECT FOR THE STATUS QUO. YOU CAN QUOTE THEM, DISAGREE WITH THEM, DISBELIEVE THEM, GLORIFY OR VILIFY THEM, ABOUT THE ONLY THING THAT YOU CAN'T DO, IS IGNORE THEM. <span style="font-size:130%;">BECAUSE THEY CHANGE THINGS. </span> THEY INVENT. THEY IMAGINE. THEY HEAL. THEY EXPLORE. THEY CREATE. THEY INSPIRE. THEY PUSH THE HUMAN RACE FORWARD; MAYBE THEY HAVE TO BE CRAZY. BECAUSE THE ONES WHO ARE CRAZY ENOUGH TO THINK THAT THEY CAN CHANGE THE WORLD, <span style="font-size:180%;">ARE THE ONES WHO DO. </span><br /><br /><br />Saw this recently in a window of a local cafe, sure its not original but thanks for that John :-)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041487919388904198-732777387362848823?l=tribeofmog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tribe of Moghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14472269650100194914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041487919388904198.post-59186866442828059572009-10-24T13:47:00.000-07:002011-07-20T08:51:34.912-07:00<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', fantasy;color:#000099;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 20px;"><i><div style="text-align: center;">Strokes in the water,</div><div style="text-align: center;">The river strokes me back,</div><div style="text-align: center;">I respond to the changes in depth, texture,...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Smooth, reflective surface,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Breaks beneath my wooden extention of shoulder, arm, hand..</div><div style="text-align: center;">Reaching into the inky tension</div><div style="text-align: center;">Fat, liquid body...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Neptune bubbles in slumber</div><div style="text-align: center;">Icy fingers beckon through eddies and whirls,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Longing invitations to join the depths of our river's darker side...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Skeleton ribs line the banks, </div><div style="text-align: center;">Shipwrecked souls in history,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Our vessel breathes new life,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Paddles still, we are swept along trustful, hlepless</div><div style="text-align: center;">Held safely by the flow of current...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Prehistoric visions of deep gorged valley</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sides covered in thick forest</div><div style="text-align: center;">Twiggy branches threatening to snap,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Overcome beneath cormorants</div><div style="text-align: center;">Who shift bulky bodies,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Spreading damp wings</div><div style="text-align: center;">Cathcing glimpses of evasive flight</div><div style="text-align: center;">Magnificent fisher king, King of the Fishes</div><div style="text-align: center;">Flash of irridescent blue, orange breast</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">………</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sunset colours streak the dusky sky</div><div style="text-align: center;">Smell of wood smoke</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pop and snap of bladderwrack beneath muddy feet</div><div style="text-align: center;">As light fades, Jupiter revealed,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Silouetted swan glides into view</div><div style="text-align: center;">Splashing heartbeat, we row as one,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Closer now we humans to Natures embrace</div><div style="text-align: center;">A star shoots across the galaxy,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Light years transport my wish</div><div style="text-align: center;">For this lasting moment on the Dart.</div></i></span></span></div><p></p> <!--EndFragment--><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041487919388904198-5918686644282805957?l=tribeofmog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tribe of Moghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14472269650100194914noreply@blogger.com0