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their works from the past four terms and current works.
Announcing a Game Changing New Mayoral Candidate by Tim Mikula
I am
pleased, ladies and gentlemen, to announce my candidacy for Mayor of Edmonton.
Now, running for mayor is not a choice to be made lightly.
I spent many long, sweaty nights, writhing in bed as I
pondered my role as a concerned Edmontonian and I’ve realized, I can best serve
this prairie gem, this City of Champions, as its leader. If elected I will
serve you, the noble citizens, with honour, integrity, and an iron fist. For too long have I stood by the wayside and watched this
city crumble to a pockmarked apparition of its once great self. Who is to
blame? Is it Daryl Katz? Is it mayor Mandel?
No Mayor Mandel did a commendable
job as the boatswain of the sparkling pleasure barge that is Edmonton. Ladies
and gentlemen, the fault lies with you. The leviathan, ever resting the bladed edge of reason on the
jugular of your collective short sighted idiocy is letting the sword fall and I
am its avatar. Edmonton has become a mangled, slobber covered toy in the
selfish hands of squabbling children.
Surrender your city to me and I will restore her to her
previous glory.
I am the luminous vessel onto which you must latch to
shatter your earthly shackles, burst into the cosmos and suck the bountiful tit
of god. The curdled heavenly milk tastes like ambrosia on your parched palette.
Suspend yourself in precious, perfect nubile innocence, and let me bear the
burden of free will. I am your civic messiah.
I will take a proactive approach to the development of
infrastructure. The streets will be gilded with diamonds as hard as my iron
fist.
I will address the ever growing needs of businesses while doing battle
with the eagle headed hippogryph of urban sprawl. I will work closely with the
Katz group and ensure no further monetary burden is placed on the bent backs of
the taxpayers. Wayne Gretzky will be exhumed from his shallow living grave in
Southern California and return to the Oilers, Stanley Cups will pour from the
clouds in a great silver rainstorm.
And from the preposterous din I will rise, I am Tim Mikula,
Mayor of Mayors, look on my works ye mighty and despair!
So if you’d like some more in depth information on my
campaign, a lawn sign, or if you’d like to volunteer as a masked thug, check
out my website: http://edmontonelection.tumblr.com/
Her Mangy Maned Man (Part One)
The Meat in the Meadows by Les Danyluk
As you are probably aware I have been touched, by a
brilliant light which.
Has penetrated into the deepest darkest recesses of my
being
To be magnified reflected and refracted, until it
bursts like the sun, into a brilliant spectrum blaze enlightening and
warmingthe darkest coldest dankest subterranean caverns of one's
soul. A concentrated beam so bright and focused that even a
blind man could chart a course and find his way through the
darkest night
Truly one of the very few rays of light, to be cast into my life in sometime though these rainy sombre days. The prismatic interaction of the light that she has projected through my tear filled skies.
Turning these shaded daze of grey into a Technicolour dream.Where upon a topaz sea cotton candy coloured clouds, painted gold and red by the setting sun. do slowly sail beneath kaleidoscopic rainbows made of peacock and comet's tails. Arching across the bay as the morning mist recedes to reveal alabaster beaches. Upon a gentle perfumed breeze, her honeysuckle scent carries. Stirring ripples on the surface of my soul, deeply churning the currents and cresting the tides of my life.
A snow-white swan's, treasured silken silver
down does gather in clusters of caring comfort.Silently drifting to shore
preparing a resting place, softer warmer than the one before. The smoke from
the evening's fires rises wantonly wafting to form haloed hues all about her. Defusing
the harshness found in the transition, from the daily toil and trouble which
hollowly haunt the cold cruel realm of another endless empty lonely night.
Like a jewel-encrusted crown, her eyes do shine,
beckoning bright.
Illuminating with the softness of a subtle smile. Her radiance is
worn well upon features always alluring. Endearingly accompanied by a
sympathetic symphony, sung so softly by angels aloud. These perfect
passionately played muted tones tumble tender and timeless. As the moonlight
fireflies and stardust, dance intermingled in their tangled twilight tango.
Precisely painting their priceless masterpiece, upon the placid pedals of my
perception
Sultry stemming her voice vaccinates the very air I
breathe. Kindly curing a deafening silence as all the while my deepest dormant
desires, burn within like a foundry's white-hot fires. Casting crystal pools of
molten passion, pouring freely past pulsing pink lips pursed and ready.
She
kindly caresses and cradles my trembling calloused hand, drawing it with me
ever closer. Transformed transcended instantly inspired, a truly
tender touch so sweetly surrendered I soar. From the meek cowering calico
kitten, I was only a moment before. I purr a prideful lion's roar
Grrrr...finally I am her mangy maned man.
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