icculus jennifer wilson-- Once upon a time there was a mountain that rose out of a vast green forest. And in the forest there were birds and lakes and rocks and trees and rivers. The forest was also inhabited by a small group of people called the lizards. The lizards were a simple people and they had lived in the forest undisturbed for thousands of years in utter peace and tranquillity. Once a year when spring came, and the first blossoms began to show, the lizards would gather at the base of the mountain, to give thanks for all that they had. They thanked the birds and they thanked the lakes and they thanked the rocks and the trees and the rivers; but most importantly, they thanked Icculus. Icculus lived at the top of the mountain, or at least everyone thought so, for no one had actually ever seen him. But they knew he existed, because they had the Helping Friendly Book. Icculus had given the Helping Friendly Book to the Lizards thousands of years earlier as a gift. It contained all of the knowledge inherent in the universe, and had enabled the Lizards to exist in harmony with nature for years. And so they lived; until one day a traveller arrived in Gamehendge. His name was Wilson and he quickly became intrigued by the Lizards way of life. He asked if he could stay on and live in the forest; and the Lizards, who had never seen an outsider, were happy to oblige. Wilson lived with the Lizards for a few years, studying the ways of the Helping Friendly Book, and all was well. Until one morning when they awoke and the book was gone. Wilson explained that he had hidden the book, knowing that the Lizards had become dependent on it for survival. He declared himself king and enslaved the innocent people of Gamehendge. He cut down the trees and built a city, which he called Prussia. And in the centre of the city he built a castle, and locked in the highest tower of the castle lay the Helping Friendly Book out of the reach of the Lizards forever. But our story begins at a different time, not in Gamehendge, but on a suburban street in Long Island, and our hero is no king sitting in a castle, he is a retired colonel shaving in his bathroom. --wilson 000709 ... Hugh Smith Tones hey, I saw a bumper sticker on a car which said "This car climbed Mt. Icculus." Now, I want to know more about this "icculus" inasmuch as it does not appear in my dictionary as a word. Thusly, H E L P !!!!! any further info? LOL 021111 ... brynna ...We already played that We're going to lighten it up a bit We're going to lighten it up a bit This really isn't a stupid song This is a special song This is an important song This is a dance song This is.. THIS IS RED ROCKS...THIS IS THE EDGE!!! No really this is a song about... We want to get serious now that we have your attention We want to talk about.. We want to talk about an important man (Diarrhea!-Mike) Who could have an important effect On everybody in this room's lives If they were willing to take the chance To let this person into their hearts and their views Because this is a special man And this man wrote a great book For this is the author of the Helping Friendly Book The book that could change your life, the way it changed ours And I hope that someday That you, you people will all have the chance To read the Helping Friendly Book And experience the wisdom Of the great and knowledgeable Man who wrote the Helping Friendly Book Because he is, the great and knowledgeable He is the one, the only Author of the Helping Friendly Book HE is, the man, the great man, the only the special His name is... The Author of the Helping Friendly Book He is the great, the knowledgeable The one, the only The great and knowledgeable Person who wrote the Helping Friendly Book His name could only be The one, the only The only, the special, the Author of the Helping Friendly Book HE WROTE THE FUCKING BOOK OK! HE WROTE THE BOOK His name.. WAS.. ICCULUS!!!!! Written by the great and knowledgeable Icculus Ya! Our children are old enough To read ICCULUS A cold and lonely night Running the pace of her fright Look at her face tonight! 040217 ... . . 050128 what's it to you? who go blather from