In the last days of wonder, when spirits still flew
where we sat holding hands in half-darkened rooms
Nicola Tesla, in the Hotel New Yorker
was nursing sick pigeons by the open window

He dreamed of a death ray to disintegrate matter
Detected Morse code from far away planets
He couldn't stand the touch of hair or of skin,
but stroked feathers gently, on trembling wings
and drew plans for a camera to photograph thoughts;
Vacuum tube lights; wireless phones.

In the last days of wonder, when spirits still flew
round bubbling test tubes in half-darkened rooms,
Edison and Westinghouse, in silk brocade,
ate oysters Rockefeller with French champagne.
But Tesla grew thin, eating only saltines;
Going days in his lab without any sleep.

Dreaming of God as an X-ray beam,
he was hit by a cab while crossing the street.
Lying on his bed spread, he struggled to breathe.
The light bulbs exploded. The air filled with wings.

In the last days of wonder, when spirits still flew,
Tesla vacated his half-darkened room.

-The Handsome Family, Tesla's Hotel Room

Wake up, you're already there. No, darn it, now that you are awake, you make a terrible rug/heated bean bag.

yes. I hate it when my bean bag tries to eat me.

That... could be awesome.

*Takes notes.*

You thinking sex toy or gelatinous beanbag monster?

Who says one can't double as the other?

*KA-CHACK*

</weapons grade facepalmium deployment>

Who says one can't double as the other?[/quote]

yeah I get it...Haha











OHHHHHH:o:shock: