SCHOLAR

• S.T.I., THE BOOK
• A BRIEF LEXICON OF JARGON
• THE BAFFLE-GAB THESAURUS
• THE MADDENING ANAGRAM
• LEGEND OF THE WHITE SNAKE
• MAGISTRATE'S MANUAL
• THE DREAM OF THE RED CHAMBER
  Lengthy Abstract
• FAMILY LETTERS OF A CHINESE POET
• THE CLASSIC OF FILIAL PIETY
• THE CHAIR
  Short Story by Craig S. Kiessling
• BETTER AND BETTER
  Short Story by Steve Brynes
• ESCAPE FROM WITHIN
  Poem by Pamela Wilson

WHEN YOU SLEEP When you sleep I enter your dream I could be nice But I like to be mean. I can show you faces No movie could afford There's no escaping And I never get bored. On the coldest nights I shall make you burn Because I like to watch You toss and turn. Night after night I torture your soul But in the morning You can barely recall. MY PAL - HENRY VIII Me & Henry VIII often have a night on the town, We go into pubs & get high sucking beer mats, (ever wondered why they always get so soggy?) We talk about the good old days Like when Henry was King of England Or when I used to work at the chip shop. One night Henry got really tanked up & accidentally materialised behind the bar, All the regulars staring at him, "Ale's pretty strong tonight lads," said Henry.

CONCRETE COUNTRYSIDE By Andy Savage To stop the roads And to halt the airports They dig tunnels underground The bailiffs get the run-around, Machines are not allowed to pound the countryside They make the news And they get on TV, So now we know what's going on There'll be no green left before long Marshes drained and trees all gone, It's genocide. Now men of greed and men of money You have got no place to hide We will not let your cement slide To make a concrete countryside Your brains are fried! DESPERATE GAME The rats are scratching at the door I've fed them once but they want more And all the crumbs in all the land Have long since falled from my hand It's a desperate game to remain sane It's a desperate game Stick your tongue out! I throw them bread and I throw them meant But still they chew upon my feet And in my sleep they are in my dreams Even death is no escape it seems It's a desperate game to remain sane It's a desperate game Stick your tongue out! But I will never run away I'm here to stay is what I say And if your aim is to drive me mad Then you shall starve and I'll be glad It's a desperate game to remain sane It's a desperate game Stick your tongue out!