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Dr. Zork is here, but I am not about to report on the beautiful jazz music that I so love to write about. Instead, I am forced by a fictional character to write about him. Of course, I am referring to the fictional animator Akre. Instead of writing melifluous phrases on the sounds of cool jazz music I must write about some guy making his drawings move.

Yesterday he brought back his character Stripesmaybe. She is gathering up the pieces of Wargoon Flishe that were scattered by the stock investors. You know the story. She has a shovel, a burlap bag, and a wheelbarrow.

The background is growing redder as the scenes move forward. The land and sky is a gradient from brown to blue.

That is really all there is to report. He has four pages left of his script now.

Here is the pome of the day project.

rattle the pots and all the pans
hit the pipes and whirl the hose
make loud steps with your loud shoes
and noises from your mouth and nose

smash the walls in joyfully
for that will make a peculiar whop
wrap your hands around some neck
and squeeze until the gurgles stop

make some noise with artillery
if you are a happy dude
your celebrating may bring death
but if you smile it's not so rude

stick your tongue out, blow a razz
smash your own head in with a stone
make loud noises till you die
and you won't feel so all alone

Written in sincerity and with fingers,
Dr. Hubert Zork