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| Ek-sen-trik-kuh Discordia: The Tales of Shamlicht |
| The Meaning of Smagmoid being part of Ek-sen-trik-kuh Discordia: The Tales of Shamlicht |
One summer day, Reverend Loveshade was walking barefoot on Venice Beach in Southern California.
Wearing nothing but a purple tie-dyed T-shirt and a pair of green and purple sweatshorts, e walked
while lost in thought. The Rev. ignored the assortment of pizza vendors, T-shirt sellers, rug-sitting
painters, street musicians, and unicycling jugglers. E was too busy contemplating the meaning of the
mysterious word the crow had spoken to em while e was in hiding, the word, “smagmoid.”
“How am I to learn what ‘smagmoid’ means?” e thought. Loveshade had dug through dictionaries and
encyclopedias, consulted university professors, searched the Internet, and even flipped thorough the
Sears Spring & Summer 1975 catalog. But there was not a single mention of the term to be found.
“How can I find the answer?” the reverend cried out loud in frustration.
Then e heard someone yell, “Hey you!” E looked and saw someone waving. It was a legless man sitting
on a plain wooden cart with wheels. Loveshade came over.
“I’ll answer your question for some food,” said the legless man.
Loveshade wondered how the man could know of es question. Could this be a sage? Figuring e had
nothing to lose but a pineapple fruit bar, e gave it to the legless man, who ate it hungrily. “What’s your
question, Home,” said the man between mouthfuls.
“I have searched everywhere, and cannot find the meaning of the word ‘smagmoid,’ nor even a single
reference to it. In addition,” said the Rev., hoping it wouldn’t be a problem to ask two questions, “I have
found many references to ‘fnord,’ but not a single definition of it either.”
The legless man finished the fruit bar, and wheeled the wrapper to a trash can that e started digging
through. “I can’t help you with ‘fnord,’ Home. I can’t tell you what either of those words mean. But I can
give you a clue about this ‘smagmoid’ that my friend Fargo told me.”
“What is the clue?” said Reverend Loveshade, terribly excited. For Fargo the Homeless was the one
who had discovered Binky the WonderSkull in a trash bin, and was a font of great wisdom.
“Bend down, so I can whisper in your ear,” said the legless man. So Loveshade did. The man told em,
“Fargo said, ‘If you would know it, then use it.’”
Reverend Loveshade thanked em, and realized e had learned two things. One, always give food to the
legless man who rides a cart on Venice Beach; and two, use every variation of ‘smagmoid’ you can
possibly think of.
Wearing nothing but a purple tie-dyed T-shirt and a pair of green and purple sweatshorts, e walked
while lost in thought. The Rev. ignored the assortment of pizza vendors, T-shirt sellers, rug-sitting
painters, street musicians, and unicycling jugglers. E was too busy contemplating the meaning of the
mysterious word the crow had spoken to em while e was in hiding, the word, “smagmoid.”
“How am I to learn what ‘smagmoid’ means?” e thought. Loveshade had dug through dictionaries and
encyclopedias, consulted university professors, searched the Internet, and even flipped thorough the
Sears Spring & Summer 1975 catalog. But there was not a single mention of the term to be found.
“How can I find the answer?” the reverend cried out loud in frustration.
Then e heard someone yell, “Hey you!” E looked and saw someone waving. It was a legless man sitting
on a plain wooden cart with wheels. Loveshade came over.
“I’ll answer your question for some food,” said the legless man.
Loveshade wondered how the man could know of es question. Could this be a sage? Figuring e had
nothing to lose but a pineapple fruit bar, e gave it to the legless man, who ate it hungrily. “What’s your
question, Home,” said the man between mouthfuls.
“I have searched everywhere, and cannot find the meaning of the word ‘smagmoid,’ nor even a single
reference to it. In addition,” said the Rev., hoping it wouldn’t be a problem to ask two questions, “I have
found many references to ‘fnord,’ but not a single definition of it either.”
The legless man finished the fruit bar, and wheeled the wrapper to a trash can that e started digging
through. “I can’t help you with ‘fnord,’ Home. I can’t tell you what either of those words mean. But I can
give you a clue about this ‘smagmoid’ that my friend Fargo told me.”
“What is the clue?” said Reverend Loveshade, terribly excited. For Fargo the Homeless was the one
who had discovered Binky the WonderSkull in a trash bin, and was a font of great wisdom.
“Bend down, so I can whisper in your ear,” said the legless man. So Loveshade did. The man told em,
“Fargo said, ‘If you would know it, then use it.’”
Reverend Loveshade thanked em, and realized e had learned two things. One, always give food to the
legless man who rides a cart on Venice Beach; and two, use every variation of ‘smagmoid’ you can
possibly think of.
"Smagmoid!"
--The Crow that
Said Smagmoid
--The Crow that
Said Smagmoid
"If you would know
it, then use it."
--Fargo the
Homeless
it, then use it."
--Fargo the
Homeless
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