

Chapman's Ice CreamOn First Looking Into Chapman's Ice Cream Composed a few miles above Langley Prairie on revisiting the banks of the RBC during a shopping trip. September 29, 2009.Chapman's Ice Cream
Moo-cow, Moo-cow, chewing hay With bulls in pasture at midday: An ice cream maker's careful eye Has chilled thy udder's dairy!
Will you smile their treats to see?
In Burnaby did Chapman, Co. A rat-filled factory decree: Where Fraser's soggy gutter ran, Through suburbs sprawling out unplann'd, Into a kelpy sea.
Upon their arks of joy, these words appear: "My flave is


Love, Death, Spider.It lurks in darkened living rooms, In your sheets, or by a window's Cracks and crannies, cropping up Where least expected to exist.Love, Death, Spider.
It casts a web of molten silk For unsuspecting passersby, The shimmering complexities Intriguing those who wander near.
Wherever life is found, it thrives. Half blind and indiscriminate, It clutches prey with tender jaws To course its wisdom through their veins.
How would you fare, were you its prey? Consider that before you sleep.


The Werewolf - or, FearAmong the sleeping cedar trunks You're stalked by hungry eyes unseen, Where every rustling fern's adrip With thick saliva. Breathe the fogThe Werewolf - or, Fear
That clamps its jaws with chilling strength Around your throat; feel underfoot The spongy crunch of dying moss That chokes the crooked pathway to
The cave. I wait for you inside, Though part of me is with you now: The moss, the fog, the snarling night, The knotted boughs that creak above,
All helped you find me in this place. What story here will find its end?
I had forgotten you had an account.
I think I have all your photos on my computer.
You sent them to me once.
I like them a lot.
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No one here wants to fight me like you do
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-Ryan Brownell
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-Ryan Brownell
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