Tuesday, February 27, 2007
A Ruined Poem.
Taking a leisurely stroll by the seaside, waves as my only friend.
Walking over the toasted sand, the cool breeze tickling my senses,
seagulls screaching overhead, their cries a comfort after the noisy city.
Coming towards me a couple mellowing in each other's company,
the world but a distraction.
The sand's eon beauty, each grain a testament to the age of time,
and the littleness of our petty existence.
Then I stood in dog-poo.
DANGIT.
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Tuesday, September 12, 2006
The Balastrade Cafe, meeting place of many a fellow.
A bright, sweet-smelling Sunday afternoon with birds a twittering etc.
In walks Ululu Margins and Spare Me Friday, intent on only one thing: Java! Soon after but not erstwhile in the least, Peter Napkins strolls in accompanied by Jin Williams, Rumple, and Fins McCready. Noisily, as usual, they sit down and contemplate the menu.
Spare Me Friday notes that Peter Napkins is looking perturbed, but thinks nothing of it.
Then, in a whirlwind of glamour, Deiadre Pullover walks through yon door followed by Cats Mulloon, Jane Janes, Twilly Hunderrson, Ilk Anubis, Valerie Thompson, and Wild Card Pansy. They all say their greeting to one and all and sit politely down next to the others.
Ah! A Sunday afternoon is indeed unfolding.
Before lips are smacked entrances continue afoot.
Fossil J. Nins, Heads on Stepahnie, Void Boons, Fractal Bob, 8 and Threes, Cary Wolf, and Seismic Chittendon all walk single file into their pre-determined seating alotments.
Caffeine highs are already anticipated with unabated breath as yet more members arrive.
Crouton Billies, All over Flinn, Wanainy Humber, Trre Spitsnoon, Lavender Lavender, U2F, H. Diggers, and Jean Preever walk in looking wildy around at once for seating appraisal, of which they are announced.
And so the tinkle of good health starts henceforth, the crew all enjoying good company, fine roasted, enlightening banter, and the passing by of the world outside.
Wonderful!
A bright, sweet-smelling Sunday afternoon with birds a twittering etc.
In walks Ululu Margins and Spare Me Friday, intent on only one thing: Java! Soon after but not erstwhile in the least, Peter Napkins strolls in accompanied by Jin Williams, Rumple, and Fins McCready. Noisily, as usual, they sit down and contemplate the menu.
Spare Me Friday notes that Peter Napkins is looking perturbed, but thinks nothing of it.
Then, in a whirlwind of glamour, Deiadre Pullover walks through yon door followed by Cats Mulloon, Jane Janes, Twilly Hunderrson, Ilk Anubis, Valerie Thompson, and Wild Card Pansy. They all say their greeting to one and all and sit politely down next to the others.
Ah! A Sunday afternoon is indeed unfolding.
Before lips are smacked entrances continue afoot.
Fossil J. Nins, Heads on Stepahnie, Void Boons, Fractal Bob, 8 and Threes, Cary Wolf, and Seismic Chittendon all walk single file into their pre-determined seating alotments.
Caffeine highs are already anticipated with unabated breath as yet more members arrive.
Crouton Billies, All over Flinn, Wanainy Humber, Trre Spitsnoon, Lavender Lavender, U2F, H. Diggers, and Jean Preever walk in looking wildy around at once for seating appraisal, of which they are announced.
And so the tinkle of good health starts henceforth, the crew all enjoying good company, fine roasted, enlightening banter, and the passing by of the world outside.
Wonderful!
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Hey!
You know how it was possible in the old days to disconnect the power to a record turntable and spin the record round backwards so it talked in backwards talk?
Yeah, it was eh!
So I was wondering if it is possible to do dat with a DVD player.
Cause you see, I have a hankering to watch Batman in reverse...be kinda funny I reckon. Yeah, hee hee hee. Funny! Backwards Batman. Hoo!
See yas.
You know how it was possible in the old days to disconnect the power to a record turntable and spin the record round backwards so it talked in backwards talk?
Yeah, it was eh!
So I was wondering if it is possible to do dat with a DVD player.
Cause you see, I have a hankering to watch Batman in reverse...be kinda funny I reckon. Yeah, hee hee hee. Funny! Backwards Batman. Hoo!
See yas.
Saturday, August 19, 2006
Binty Williams!
Get a train Wolfie! How be your self?
Goodly, fine, dandy and spartan! Ands't yous?
Oh just the luverly shade of yellow! A most enlightening morning was spent at the library brushing up on Dickenson, delightful, just delightful!
Ah yes! The Emily prowse fix! In good taste are thee.
Why thank you Wolfie, you are quite the gentleperson. And connected to such, your performance in the Robbie Burns championship was of splendidness in the most sublime form! Exquisite!
Oh, tis' an overstatement...but I accept gleefully! Har har!
Titter! And what of Sir Pedro Colxacas? Have not I seen of hims't for some moons.
Sir Pedro Colxacas! Oh but I conversed with him only just this last night! Yes, be him of fine health and social standing. Yet he be busy with the Junior Emily Bronte workshop, so time is of essence for himself. I hear his charges are quite the orators despite their lackingness of years.
Wonderful, wonderful! Just! I would be of most divine gladness to see this performance, oh yes!
I predicted so. Here be tickets to said performance just for Sir Binty!
Thankfulness and rotund appreciation of course!
Pleasureness is mine. Ands't whom will accompany Sir Binty?
Tis but a given! Celita Mondays of course!
Superb! Well I must continue my amble in this direction. Has been a pleasant and welcome stop with you Sir Binty. Praego.
Praego! Happy delights!
Happy delights!
Get a train Wolfie! How be your self?
Goodly, fine, dandy and spartan! Ands't yous?
Oh just the luverly shade of yellow! A most enlightening morning was spent at the library brushing up on Dickenson, delightful, just delightful!
Ah yes! The Emily prowse fix! In good taste are thee.
Why thank you Wolfie, you are quite the gentleperson. And connected to such, your performance in the Robbie Burns championship was of splendidness in the most sublime form! Exquisite!
Oh, tis' an overstatement...but I accept gleefully! Har har!
Titter! And what of Sir Pedro Colxacas? Have not I seen of hims't for some moons.
Sir Pedro Colxacas! Oh but I conversed with him only just this last night! Yes, be him of fine health and social standing. Yet he be busy with the Junior Emily Bronte workshop, so time is of essence for himself. I hear his charges are quite the orators despite their lackingness of years.
Wonderful, wonderful! Just! I would be of most divine gladness to see this performance, oh yes!
I predicted so. Here be tickets to said performance just for Sir Binty!
Thankfulness and rotund appreciation of course!
Pleasureness is mine. Ands't whom will accompany Sir Binty?
Tis but a given! Celita Mondays of course!
Superb! Well I must continue my amble in this direction. Has been a pleasant and welcome stop with you Sir Binty. Praego.
Praego! Happy delights!
Happy delights!
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
As I look out the window I see blackness.
For you see it is night.
Meaning therefore, yet another day has passed. Yet another.
They pass so quickly don't they?
But to the little ones, of an age so young they do not fully have control of their motor-senses, these days are long and full of time.
Wonders!
But it really makes you wonder why doesn't it?
We are just biding time before the blackness stops along with everything else.
What's the bleeding point then?
Buggered if I know.
For you see it is night.
Meaning therefore, yet another day has passed. Yet another.
They pass so quickly don't they?
But to the little ones, of an age so young they do not fully have control of their motor-senses, these days are long and full of time.
Wonders!
But it really makes you wonder why doesn't it?
We are just biding time before the blackness stops along with everything else.
What's the bleeding point then?
Buggered if I know.
Saturday, August 05, 2006
Peabo Bryson, Peabo Bryson
Peabo Bryson, Peabo Bryson
This song is called Peabo Bryson (Peabo , Peabo)
'Cause we like Peabo Bryson (Peabo, Peabo)
SO!
Peabo Bryson, Peabo Bryson
Peabo Bryson, Peabo Bryson
He is a soul god (Peabo, Peabo)
We like him alot (Peabo, Peabo)
YEAH!
Peabo Bryson, Peabo Bryson
Peabo Bryson, Peabo Bryson
Need we sing anymore? (Peabo, Peabo)
We think not (Peabo, Peabo)
Peabo, Peabo, Peabo, Peabo
Peabo, Peabo, Peabo, Peabo
Peabo, Peabo, Peabo, Peabo
PEABO BRYSON!
HURRAY!
Monday, July 31, 2006
Cow stinkies!
