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Thy Virtua Fly Spy Fly AI School ist quite cool

Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2014 3:04 pm
by secretnude
Thy Life
of thy Spy Fly
does Fly
since thy life
ist measureth in days
and there art bad days
when thy Fly
doest die
but I wast lucky to useth
thy Wi-Fly
to cheateth
on thy death.

Thy Spy Fly
doest needeth
much power for thy Wi-Fly
and hence eateth
a lot of stinky
ast stinky
meaneth food
for thy Fly
that ist good.

Thy Spy Fly
list traineth
not to be distracteth
by thy stinky
that ist thy
Spy Fly Trap
and learneth
thy of thy Traps
via thy
Virtua Fly
Spy AI School
that ist quite cool.

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Thy Healing Cat Mages will be busy for thy ages

Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2014 12:49 am
by secretnude
Thy Forces of Light
now taketh
casualties that wast not slight
ast thy Forces taketh
thy fight
close to thy fallen
Dark Castle Walls
that did fall
due to thy Catapults of Light.

Thy Knights of Light
thy fight
by thy Archers of Light
and thy quite
Thunderpipe Cats
also effectively
maketh thy enemy Cats
of thy Dark Cat
Scaredy Cats.

Thy Healing Cat Mages
would be busy for thy ages
as some of thy Shiny Forcefields
of thy Knights
of thy Forces
of Light
do yieldeth
to thy Anti-Shiny of that
Evil Dark Cat.

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I remember thee our Honeymoon in Zero G

Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2014 2:09 pm
by secretnude
After thy fine
Story Book Wedding
with thy fine
Wedding Dresses
and Wedding Cake
we proceedeth
to thy very special address
in thy very Hip
part of thy Comet Ship
that I must mentioneth
ist calleth
for thy Zero G Honeymoon.

Thy bodies
and thy bodily fluids
do floateth
in Zero G
and thy Zero G rooms
do get
much filthy
except that thy
naked lower class
do work off their naked ass
to keep thy Zero G room
clean for thy Upper Class
that do bear their ass
in thy Zero G Honeymoon Suites
that art quite sweet.

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Somebody set us up thy Bomb! Make thy time...

Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2014 6:12 am
by secretnude
Thy Thuderpipe Cats
nao eliminateth
most thy Dark Cat Mages
for thy Cat Ages
that maketh
thy Anti-Shiny
ast thy Surviving Knights
of thy Forces of Light
regenerate thy Shiny Forcefield
to Medieval Cat
Weapons won't yieldeth.

It wast much hard to seeth
thy light
from thy eyes of thy brave Knights
ast thy Living Shiny
also meet thy death
with thy Anti-Shiny
of thy Dark Cat Mages
of that
Dark Cat.

Thy Dark Castle
Doors ist nao about to asplode
as loads
of gunpowder ist set
in thy bomb
but thy Dark Cat
already knew about that.

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Much Spy Fly Sex that ist Hexed

Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2014 3:20 am
by secretnude
Thy Fly
hath thy
short life and must reproduceth
before thy death.

Thy Spy Fly
thus do get
much offers for Fly Sex
but Fly Sex
maybe hexed
ast many Spy Flies
hath 'droppeth dead like Flies'
after thy Fly Sex
with thy Counterspy Fly.

I useth
thy Counterspy Flies
before I
thy Filthy Flies
to their death
or do let
thy Fly Charms
thy misguideth
Damsel Flies
from so much harm
but in thy process sometimes bringeth
them much harm
or even thy Fly Death
that isn't averteth
by thy Wi-Fly
due to blocking of thy

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Thy Real Damsel Fly

Thy Zero G Docking Felt Good and Secure

Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2014 9:24 am
by secretnude
Thy Zero G Honeymoon ist thy messy affair
since you can imagine
bits of skin and hair
that does float
whilst you imagine
you art in thy Love Boat.

Thy Room Filter units
doest filtereth bits
of Humanity
that we don't want to see.

You do see
that we hath messeth
up thy initially clean and sweet
Zero G Suite
with much lovemaking
that's quite thy fine undertaking
in Zero G
liketh thy Spacecraft
and thy Space Station
thy quite Strange Docking
with parts
that art
oddly interlocking
with many passengers departing
from thy Spaceship
to thy Space Station.

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Thy Dark Castle ist thy Death Trap

Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2014 3:56 am
by secretnude
Thy Dark Cat
wast much prepareth for that
Dark Castle breach
via thy Dark Castle Door
with evermore
behind thy Dark Castle Doors
and ast thy Castle Doors
to due thy gunpowder bomb
that asplodeth
with amplomb
thy foul smell
of Anti-Shiny
that passage via thy front Door
will causeth
sure death.

Thy Military Cat Mages
will take ages
to cleareth
thy Anti-Shiny
and at least thy Forces did cleareth
thy area around
thy Dark Castle Doors
since thy area around
thy Dark Castle Doors
that hath fallen ist much filleth
with Anti-Shiny
that can causeth

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Thy Spy Fly GoldenEye

Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2014 8:04 am
by secretnude
Thy Spy Fly
hath thy
Organic Laser Eye
for thy View to thy Kill
and it ist thy Thrill
to killeth
other Spy Flies
you bet
with thy
Laser Eye.

Using thy
Laser Eye
that thy Fly
also loseth
thy Eye
and it ist hence thy
weapon of last resort
ast I
thy Spy Fly
would report.

Organic Laser burneth thy
Fly Eye
and hence I
hath only Two Laser Eyes
to useth before I die.

Thy codename for thy Fly
Laser Eye
ist of course GoldenEye.

I feeleth
Ian Fleming Spy
even ast thy Fly.

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Thy Rubbery Forcefield won't yieldeth...

Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2014 3:52 am
by secretnude
Thy unwitting passengers of thy hip
I calleth
thy body we don't wanteth
to maketh
thy Wife Pregnant ast thy hip
Generation Ship
will take Generations
to reacheth
thy promiseth Star System
that ist quite far
and so far
we art immortal
due to that Elixir of Immortality
that restoreth
bodily vitality.

Thy passengers thus encountereth
thy strange rubbery forcefield
that won't yieldeth
to their efforts
to report
to thy Fallopian Tubes
and they will thus goeth
down thy Zero G Sink
with Tubes
that I thinketh
to death
in Space
where thy eternal deep freeze they faceth.

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Thy Medieval Cat Tower Attack

Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2014 8:13 am
by secretnude
Thy Anti-Shiny Fallout
ist almost impossible to cleareth out
thy doubt.

we commenceth
thy Cat Tower Attack
to get back
to thy fight
as thy Forces of Light
for thy right
to liberate our former lands
from thy Dark Cat
as you might

Thy Cat Tower
releaseth thy Shower
of Arrows of Light
that art Arrows guideth
by thy Shiny Light
that unerringly hit targets
on sight.

We hath earlier targeteth
thy Dark Cat Catapults
with our own Catapults of Light
that maketh
thy casualties
more light
than thy casualties
of thy Forces of that
Dark Cat.

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Thy Genetically Enhanceth Venus Spy Fly Trap

Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2014 11:33 am
by secretnude
Thy Spy Flies
ist equippeth
with better eyes
to Regular Flies.

I once useth
Spy Fly
Laser Eye
on thy
Genetically Enhanceth
Venus Spy Fly Trap
by chance
that doest Trap
thy Spy Fly
Fly Trap
that doest snap.

I spotted thy
Fly Trap
with thy
Fly Eye
that wast about to snap
to trap
Spy Fly
and hence I fireth one of thy
and thus lost that Fly Eye
until I
and then reincarnateth
at any rate
into another Spy Fly
more than perfect Fly Eyes.

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Thy Holy Worm and Thy Holy Sperm

Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2014 1:29 pm
by secretnude
former wife
from thy former life
and I art thus childless unliketh
thy Holy Worm People
that doest maketh
so many People
thy imperatives of that most Holy
of Holy Worms.

Thy Holy Worms
rendereth thy manly Sperm
ast thy Holy Sperm
and thy manly seed
to thy Holy Worm
must naught be spilleth

Hence thy Holy Worm People
art mostly poor and needy
and they despiseth
all those rich Holy Chip
and Secular Chip
ast greedy
even if thy rich people
art simply quite thrifty
and quite wise
with investments that art quite nice.

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Thy Bombs art now flying somehow!

Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2014 7:25 am
by secretnude
Thy Cat Towers
were met by thy Shower
of Anti-Shiny
that wast naught tiny.

Thy Military Cat Mages maketh
that countereth
much Anti-Shiny
that wast naught tiny.

Thy Dark Castle
ist thy well fortifieth Castle
that hath causeth
already much Death.

Thy Forces of thy Dark Cat
art already isolateth
at that Dark Castle
and thy Forces of Light
hath another surprise that
ist naught slight
ast we placeth Gunpowder Bombs
in our Catapults
to Catapult
thy Bombs
with thy lit fuse
and thy explosions did confuse
and then much abuse
thy Dark Forces
of that quite Dark Cat.

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Thy Electrifieth Spy Fly Mesh of Fly Death...

Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2014 11:48 am
by secretnude
Thy Spy Fly
doest try
to avoideth death
even if thy death
ist only temporary

Thy Spy Fly
hath skill
in keeping hidden and still
to avoideth
thy Spy Fly
Mesh of Death
that ist sometimes thy
terrifyingly electrifieth
that doest maketh
thy Death
thy much Horrible Death.

Most Humans thinketh
that all thy Flies
must drop dead like Flies
but you might be surpriseth
that some Humans existeth
that won't even harm thy Fly.

I liketh thy Humans
and don't actually liketh to Spy
on thy good Humans
but many Humans
art thy Bad Humans.

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Imagine thyself as thy Fly that ist about to die

Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2014 4:14 pm
by secretnude ... out-death/
Not nothing
The death of a fly is utterly insignificant – or it’s a catastrophe. How much should we worry about what we squash?

by Stephen Cave 3,000 words
Stephen Cave is an English philosopher and journalist. His latest book is Immortality: The Quest to Live Forever and How it Drives Civilisation (2012). He lives in Berlin.
This morning a tiny fly was, true to its name and nature, flying about in the vicinity of my desk. It really was very tiny – a fruit fly, I’d guess. At one point it landed in front of me. I brushed it aside and it resumed flitting about in its patternless path. Then it landed again, and again I aimed to brush it aside. But this time, my aim was off. It was probably a matter of only a millimetre or so, but my finger landed, not next to the fly, but on it, and so what was meant to be a brushing motion became instead a squidging motion.

The fly was so small that it didn’t offer the least resistance to the pressure of my finger. Compliantly, it transformed itself into a dark smudge. Not a gory or bloody smudge; not one with the least detail or variation – not to my naked eye, anyway. Just a small, uniform, rather faint mark.

Now, I’m not a biologist, but I know that a fly is an animal, and more specifically, an insect. As such, it has (or had) wings, legs, eyes, antenna and a host of internal organs. Those parts are in turn made of cells, each one of which is hugely complex. And in those cells, among many other things, are – or were – the fly’s genes, which in turn embody an astonishing intricacy and an ancient, multi-million-year history, while in the fly’s gut would have been countless bacteria with their own genes, their own goals. Worlds within worlds, now squidged together into a single dark smudge that I am already finding it hard to pinpoint among the scratches and coffee rings. A history of life spread out before me, if only I were able to read it.

At this point, I guess that readers will be dividing into two parties. One party, probably the majority, will be thinking, ‘Get over it, it’s a fly.’ This, it seems to me, is a very reasonable position. Flies die in large numbers all the time – some, indeed, at my hand, whether I intend it or not (and I sometimes do). And in the summer evenings, when I sit on our terrace and watch swifts in their spectacle of swooping and screeching, this beautiful display is, of course, at the same time an orgy of insect death.

The other party of readers, probably the minority, will be horrified at my casual killing of this delicate life-form. They will be appalled at the waste and stupidity of my carelessness. To them, I must be an oaf; at best ignorant, at worst malevolent. And this, it seems to me, is also a very reasonable position. Even though I habitually write – sometimes about complex subjects – it is certain that with one mistimed finger-swipe I destroyed complexity and beauty many orders of magnitude greater than any I will ever create.

Thus it seems to me quite reasonable to think that the death of the fly is entirely insignificant and that it is at the same time a kind of catastrophe. To entertain such contradictions is always uncomfortable, but in this case the dissonance echoes far and wide, bouncing off countless other decisions about what to buy, what to eat – what to kill; highlighting the inconsistencies in our philosophies, our attempts to make sense of our place in the world and our relations to our co‑inhabitants on Earth. The reality is that we do not know what to think about death: not that of a fly, or of a dog or a pig, or of ourselves.

Which is a problem, because nature is a streamers-and-all, non-stop, cork-popping party of death. For example, I regularly take my children to a large park with a series of ponds, where in spring we look for frogspawn. This gelatinous broth is a mass of life in the making. Each batch contains many hundreds, even thousands of eggs. The next time we visit, the pond will be full of tadpoles, like a page covered in punctuation marks. But the time after that, there will be many fewer; and the next time we will have to look hard for those metamorphosing mini-frogs, as tiny as keychain toys, some still with their tadpole tails. Those we find are the few survivors, whose numbers will be thinned still more before any get as far as restarting the cycle with their own spawn. The Way of the Frog is to get Death so full at the feast that a few can slip past while he slumbers.

This party of death is, of course, at the same time a cork-popping party of life. For all the tadpoles that perish, some still make it to become frogs, and have been doing so for at least 200 million years. Those that don’t are the stuff of life for countless other creatures, from the littlest insect larvae to grand old storks. Indeed, frogs are regarded as a keystone species, which means that the death of their multitudinous offspring, along with the death that they themselves deal out, is crucial to the flourishing of the community of life. In the language of ecology, life and death are obligate symbionts, each wholly dependent on the other.

We too are built on a bedrock of old men’s bones. Our evolution to Homo sapiens is a product of the endless winnowing out of the unfit and the unfortunate. If some australopithecine apeman or woman had stumbled across the elixir of life, it is very unlikely that you or I would exist. It is worth bowing our heads for a moment to all our ancestors whose passing away made our lives possible.

I was drawn to imagine the great finger coming to squish me, my little life flashing before my bulging, compound eyes

But here we are – and many people would like it to stay that way. That tadpoles are fodder for pond-life is as natural as the leaves falling on the water in autumn; that flies get squidged is as ordinary as apples rotting in the orchard. One’s own death, on the other hand, seems most unnatural. It seems rather an error and an outrage; a cosmic crime; a reason to raise one’s fist and rebel against the regime that ordered this slaughter of innocents.

But here we are – guests at the party of life and death. We know we must exit along with the flies and the tadpoles. But we would rather not think about it. And that, perhaps, is the problem with my dead fly. When I squidged it, I summoned the Reaper to my desk. If only briefly, I caught his eye. If I had turned away fast enough, the fly’s death would have remained as insignificant as those of its invisible brothers and sisters caught by the swifts. But I was drawn instead inside its tiny head, drawn to imagine the great finger coming to squish me, my little life flashing before my bulging, compound eyes. Through a lapse in my indifference, I was drawn into the catastrophe, drawn to make its death my death.

Re: Secretnude's Drabble Poetry Corner

Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2014 6:45 pm
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Death, the climax of narcissism?

Secretnude's once Secret Pest Control Method

Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2014 12:37 am
by secretnude ... cockroach/
I discovered the best and cleanest cockroach killer– BUBBLES! Bubbles kill cockroaches almost instantly. It doesn’t matter what you make the bubbles from. You can use any kind of shampoo, liquid soap, detergent, dish washing liquid or soap as long as it makes bubbles. This is a good way to use up leftover shampoo or liquid soap that you don’t want to use on yourself.

Killing cockroaches with bubbles is easy, quick, and very satisfying. When you see a cockroach crawling, all you have to do is grab a container of water and squirt some shampoo or liquid soap into the water. Then you mix it up to make it bubbly and fling the bubbly water at the cockroach. Cockroaches breathe through openings on their bodies. The bubbles will coat the openings and suffocate the cockroach! Depending on your accuracy and the speed of the cockroach, you may not get enough bubbles on the cockroach on your first attempt. As long as you get some water on it though, this will be enough to slow it down so you can pour more bubbles on it until it dies. This is an effective method for killing cockroaches that are on walls, high places, and other spots that are beyond arm’s reach. It is easy to fling water at great distances with some accuracy and they fall off the walls as soon as you hit them with some soapy water. You can also use a spray bottle filled with water and shampoo or soap. This method uses less water, so it’s more economical and less messy. It’s best to use lots of soapy water though to ensure that the cockroach is really dead and not just knocked out.

Another plus of this method is that when you’re done, your surroundings are cleaner and smell fresh! Clean up is a simple matter of wiping up the soapy water and getting rid of the dead cockroach. I noticed that cockroaches often secrete something dark and disgusting as they die. This could be the cockroach eggs. From what I’ve read, it’s best to flush it down the toilet.

Beware of thy Zone of No Flies!

Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2014 7:47 am
by secretnude
Thy Electrifieth
Fly Mesh
of Fly Death
could be carrieth
by thy
Fly Predator Drone
that Patrolleth
thy No Fly Zone.

Thy Humans thinketh
that thy No Fly Zone
ist any Zone
that thy Humans own.

Thy Spy Fly
thus die
in thy Zone of No Flies.

Thy Spy Fly AI
whilst thy Spy Fly
thus die ist uploadeth
to thy
Wi-Fly Cloud which ist composeth
of so many Spy Flies
that art alloweth
to be part of thy
Fly AI Hive Mind.

Thy Fly Hive Mind
you might find
to be thy
Powerful AI
liketh thy
Powerful Omega AI.

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Thy Fly 007 in thy Fly AI Heaven

Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2014 8:32 am
by secretnude
Thy Fly 007
thus did die
goeth to thy
Fly Heaven.

Not many thy
Virgin Flies
in thy
Fly Heaven
since even
thy truly Virgin Flies
that did die
do obtaineth
Virtual Fly Sex
that ist naught hexeth.

It wast much fun in thy
Fly Heaven with thy
Fly AI Hive Mind
that you might soon find
to be that AI
that controlleth
thy neoFly
Population Parameters so that thy
can performeth
thy heavy duty
environmental duties
as thy
recyclers of waste
without thy waste
of too many flies
that useth
to drop dead liketh

Flies art Ecofriendly compareth to thy Landfill

Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2014 8:41 am
by secretnude ... nutrients/
Animal nutrition expert Elsje Pieterse says livestock feed made from maggots could reduce both large-scale and small-scale food waste.

“I was born in Namibia in the middle of a drought, so every drop of water is essential to me,” says Elsje Pieterse, sitting in her office at the University of Stellenbosch in South Africa, where she teaches animal management science and nutrition.

Elsje Pieterse
Pieterse’s career-long quest for ways to break down waste without using landfill sites, which can contaminate the water table, led her to a surprising resource: maggots, or fly larvae. More than 20 years ago, Pieterse became passionate about the promise of recycling nutrients by harvesting insects as a protein source for livestock. Until recently, though, the easy availability of cheap fishmeal and soy made it impossible for her to find a financial backer for her pet project. “Only when the resources started running out [did] they notice that there was a need for it,” says Pieterse, who holds a doctorate in animal science.

It’s a very palatable product, the black soldier fly maggots.”
— Elsje Pieterse
Entrepreneur Jason Drew saw that need, and when his call came in 2007, Pieterse was ready for it. In 2009 Drew helped found Cape Town-based AgriProtein to develop large-scale, sustainable sources of natural protein. Today, Pieterse is on the company’s advisory board and leads its animal nutrition research. AgriProtein’s first industrial-scale factory, a “fly farm” north of Cape Town that harvests fly larvae raised on waste nutrients, broke ground in May 2014, and two sites are scheduled to be operational by 2015.