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The purpose of speech is to say the truth
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Author Archives: The Crazymad Writer
Popeye Village, Malta
Popeye Village, also known as Sweethaven Village, is a group of rustic and ramshackle wooden buildings located at Anchor Bay in the north-west corner of the Mediterranean island of Malta, two miles from the village of Mellieħa.
It was built as a film set for the production of the 1980 live-action musical feature film Popeye, produced by Paramount Pictures and Walt Disney Productions and starring Robin Williams. Today it is open to the public as an open-air museum and family entertainment complex.
The construction of the film set started in June 1979. A construction crew of 165 working over seven months was needed to build the village, which consists of nineteen authentic wooden buildings. Hundreds of logs and several thousand wooden planks were imported from the Netherlands, while wood shingles used in the construction of the roof tops were imported from Canada. Eight tons of nails and two thousand gallons of paint were also used in construction.
In addition, a 200–250 foot breakwater was built around Anchor Bay’s mouth to protect the set from high seas during the shooting.
The set was completed in seven months, and filming commenced on January 23, 1980. The film, based on the comic strips by E.C. Segar, is set around the fictional village of Sweethaven where the sailor Popeye arrives in an attempt to find his long lost father.
Although the film had mixed reviews, Popeye Village remains a popular tourist attraction.
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Bird Flu
Troll Bolf is sick,
He might even die,
For a terrible thing has happened,
And he doesn’t know why,
He caught bird flu, though he don’t even fly,
He blows his nose and wipes his eyes.
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BOLF -a story coming soon to an eBook reader near you.
The Witches are Here!
The witches are here,
I tell you no lie,
They arrived yesterday,
Flying down from the sky,
Upon their dark broomsticks,
Their hearts cruel and cold,
The witches are here,
Searching for souls.
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They are searching for souls,
To enslave and entwine,
In a world of dark power,
And bitter sweet wine,
Be careful lest they see you,
And caress you with guile,
It’s your soul they are after,
Not your innocent smile.
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If you doubt me,
I dare you to stray,
Outside, in your garden,
At midnight, I say,
Where you will hear them,
The witches, cackling away,
Planning your end,
In a tormented way.
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BEEP BEEP, his horn went beep, beep, beep
BEEP BEEP ~ THE LITTLE NASH RAMBLER
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Ten hand grenades hanging on the wall
Ten hand grenades hanging on the wall,
And if one hand grenade,
Should accidentally fall,
There’ ll be no hand grenades ,
And no bloomin’ wall.
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AS LONG AS YOU ENJOY READING MY STORIES.
Mystical Cola
Mystical Cola, powerful might,
Thunderous magic, hidden from sight,
Disguised by a treat,
Sugary and sweet,
A shortcut to enlightenment,
The Cryptic Agenda decree.
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If this has you thinking,
I would like to try that,
Go visit their temple,
And study their track,
But watch out for that bottle once it’s uncorked,
Lest you are drawn to its magic and inside it are caught.
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AS LONG AS YOU ENJOY READING MY STORIES.
I am the Crazymad writer – ARRRGH.
Shadow People?
I heard a sound by my bedside last night,
I heard a strange sound; I got such a fright.
As something passed by me deep in the night,
I heard a faint sound; did it want my poor life?
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I made not a sound; I was still, in such fright,
As I lay in bed in the deep of the night,
I could hear it close by, how I longed for the light.
What was the dark thing probing the night?
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An evil black form, a shadowy sight,
Began to rise slowly in front of my eyes.
As I lay in bed on my left-hand side,
The dark, wicked thing rose slowly into sight.
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I could move not a muscle; I was frozen in fright,
As the dark frightful vision continued in height,
Till it’s malevolent eyes were almost in sight.
Only then did I close mine, despite the dark night.
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I knew it was wicked, evil personified,
That he wanted my sight, the light of my life.
I closed my eyes; shut them tight as the night.
Evading the Grim Reaper’s deathly cold scythe.
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Finally, eventually, when I opened my eyes,
I thought it was gone, departed my side,
But it was still there, though lower this time,
Starting beginning to rise over again.
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How could I be free from the terrible beast,
That wanted my soul, my heart and my peace?
Perhaps, if I kept my eyes firmly closed,
It might give up and leave me alone.
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So I closed my eyes, though still in such fright,
And I prayed that I’d last out the night.
Although its Dark Presence was close to my brow,
I kept my eyes shut so it wouldn’t bother me now.
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The Darkness and danger passed from me that night,
It vanished, departed, left my bedside.
I rolled over, so comfy, lulled back into nod,
Till the next time it happened it was just me and my God.
A note: This happened to me on several occasions when I was young.
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