Execution

Execution (copyright 2012)


"The villainy you teach me, I will execute, and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction" - Shakespeare - The Merchant of Venice



EXECUTE
Execute a stored procedure or function.
Syntax
 stored procedure or function
      [EXEC[UTE]
         {
           [@return_status = ]
              {module [;number ] | @module_name_var }
                [[@parameter = ]
                   {value
                   | @variable [ OUTPUT ]
                   | [ DEFAULT ]
                   }
           ]
             [ ,...n ] [ WITH RECOMPILE ]
         } [;]
Character string
     EXEC[UTE]
        ( { @string_variable | [ N ]'tsql_string' } [ + ...n ] )
           [ AS { LOGIN | USER } = ' name ' ] [;]
Pass-through command (linked server)
     EXEC[UTE]
        ( { @string_variable | [ N ] 'command_string [ ? ] ' } [ +
...n ]
           [ { , { value | @variable [ OUTPUT ] } } [ ...n ] ]
        )
        [AS { LOGIN | USER } = 'name' ]
           [AT linked_server_name ] [;]




Execution
@aladreth

Well, then ...
Let's meet
in Mexico
during celebration
for skeletons,
soul enjoyment,
skull chocolates,
and special brooms,
our skin wet
with winter ice
melting lust
in our altar room


I need your voice
to fan flicker,
whittle out alphabet
on my tip
Mitla stone,
carve me out
break this brick, baby,
say the things
you say
in this center of awe


work through
your heart
and hands
build sacrifice
to join earth
and sky


"Bienvenidos Difuntos"
Welcome Dead
Welcome You
Ah, death,
that impeccable
swan wing
on lake of cemetery,
yes, death,
treats all humans equally


And you.
you wanted scary.
I gave it to you,
this execution,
your death,
your rebirth
in orange prison jump suit
my psycho bob babble fucker
please say you
are mine
all mine - and I'm above all
these church bells sing,
our tears mingle with
mezcal,
corn on cob,
extra, extra butter,
avocado,
spring onions,
and marquesota
food our ancestors lick
the lime and salt beer flowing
festooning our bed grave
with flowers
purple tomatoes brought
from hills of Tennessee,
their hardy,
forgiving nature
vitality at all costs


My bruises so present,
My teachings with clothes pegs
so well learned,
I wear my amethyst bracelet,
pray in silence
you'll want me
over and over again


you say it quite harsh
I will not trust anyone,
yet in ancient Egypt
the amethyst stone
was associated
with intellect and wisdom
Perhaps then I am smart
to never trust


When this bead
adjoining knots
over my fingers
becomes an
execution prayer,
execution,
prayer execution,


Don't say
you'll come
to talk,


Say
you'll come
to come.