Reid Welch
1 MW
Did I just read a cy-en-tif-ical genius just 'splain about the spectrum of visible light, and all in such
good words, that even STUFU reid coun unnner-stand it all?
THEN did I hear the word "puck" in an adjacent posting?
And did not Mr. Tyder Durden not come in, per the usual, and offer a link to FLOOD light style LED lamp-er-roos,
all ready for the market.
And so we all inhale mercury every day. NO WONDER we all is KRAZY.
For, I am PUCK, himself. I am! I never lie
down! Ha ha ha!
"the reid" poses as PUCK, which, you all know, is Shakespeare's naughty, udder-name for F-u-see-k!
http://www.poetrycritical.net/read/57923/
Yep, must be "the reid" at work...no! It's fake Barney Fife! NO, it's PUCK,
and he ain't no hockey puck, no sirs! And he's a 40W incandescent run at 140VAC instead of 110VAC,
which we all know, makes for a VERY bright forty-watter, at the ex-pense of burning life-time.
:wink:
You all outshine the sun.
Your CRI indexes are as near to the sunshine
as is that old Carbon Arc sunlamp I YT embedded earlier.
Sparkle On, Ye of Great Expectations!
EAT more MERCURY.
You may even RUN faster for it! Mercury, the God of Speed,
no amphetamines needed. QUICK SILVER, away!
Cheers, not from The Lone Ranger...but:
PAR...not the old type of sealed-reflector beam incandescent, but, from:
P.A.R
(Puck AS Reid)
good words, that even STUFU reid coun unnner-stand it all?
THEN did I hear the word "puck" in an adjacent posting?
And did not Mr. Tyder Durden not come in, per the usual, and offer a link to FLOOD light style LED lamp-er-roos,
all ready for the market.
And so we all inhale mercury every day. NO WONDER we all is KRAZY.
For, I am PUCK, himself. I am! I never lie
down! Ha ha ha!
"the reid" poses as PUCK, which, you all know, is Shakespeare's naughty, udder-name for F-u-see-k!
http://www.poetrycritical.net/read/57923/
Yep, must be "the reid" at work...no! It's fake Barney Fife! NO, it's PUCK,
and he ain't no hockey puck, no sirs! And he's a 40W incandescent run at 140VAC instead of 110VAC,
which we all know, makes for a VERY bright forty-watter, at the ex-pense of burning life-time.
And this is all about light bulbs...the good lights yet to come:The whole joke of the poem is in Shakespeare's thinly veiled
NAUGHTY speech of "The Fairy=,
speaking of the CHURN plunger-pushing buttermaid,
her, thinking of DUCKING ACTION, oh please PUCK,
puck me to-night! Anyone? And the churn plunger,
going faster and faster as she sweats, not so much over the hard work,
as she sweats over =realizing= her hard dreams to, please, please, come true!
AND all of the original Shakesperian-era auditors UNDERSTOOD just what
The Fairy's Speech was and IS, today, still about: PUCKING, dreams of good
PUCKS,
 Reid_Welch




















:wink:
You all outshine the sun.
Your CRI indexes are as near to the sunshine
as is that old Carbon Arc sunlamp I YT embedded earlier.
Sparkle On, Ye of Great Expectations!
EAT more MERCURY.
You may even RUN faster for it! Mercury, the God of Speed,
no amphetamines needed. QUICK SILVER, away!
Cheers, not from The Lone Ranger...but:
PAR...not the old type of sealed-reflector beam incandescent, but, from:
P.A.R
(Puck AS Reid)
