drawing by sphinx
Cue the Xixax Awards theme song
.submitted by an annonymous xixax.com user
EACH AWARD IS ANNOUNCED IN ITS OWN THREAD:Best FilmBest DirectorBest ScreenplayBest Female PerformanceBest Male PerformanceBest Supporting Female PerformanceBest Supporting Male PerformanceBest CinematographyBest Original MusicBest EditingBest SoundBest Debut FilmBest DocumentaryBest DVDOur friend Moment of Zen has been kind enough to provide a poetic introduction to the 2003 Xixax Awards:
My scruples, which I freeze and burn
which taste of molten taciturn
which oft allow more than I earn
which make me teach before I learn
They cut me like a lewd assault
like nature's law of cruel default
or fascist naked barrel vault
through which I feel my lucid fault
My tonic, which I mix and stir
my existential catheter
my kin who changed from what they were
my itch to scratch, to self-assure
to long deny what must occur:
the death of that which I prefer
To separate the small elite
from massive crowds who know defeat
is like to gnaw on rotten meat
to taste the salt and call it sweet
The fungus birthed upon my toe
has flourished, with nowhere to go
So shall it see the wide expanse?
Shall hills of earth embrace its dance?
Shall groups of lichens shun its face?
Will all its efforts thus erase?
I mourn the loss of viral greens
and watch as all the cult convenes
to seal the fate of peaceful doves
of which it hates, of which it lovesspecial thanks to Mr. Xixax himself for the shiny new trophies