<Deleted User> (7790)
bonfire of discrepancies, bbq of stunted shrieks
speech is sound dunked in meaning. Silence is when the dunked sound is too meaningful and drops off, sodden with content. Or the dunking fails and makes a noise.
I am wearing an eye patch with a first class stamp stuck to it because I went languid on a famous battlefield and was spotted. I was sentenced and now must heave the full stop -- the size of a bouder-- up and down like Sisyphus -- only going from right to left and not up a gradient. The divine countenance is not bearded, it's just His/Her face rests above the snowline. I thank you.
I am wearing an eye patch with a first class stamp stuck to it because I went languid on a famous battlefield and was spotted. I was sentenced and now must heave the full stop -- the size of a bouder-- up and down like Sisyphus -- only going from right to left and not up a gradient. The divine countenance is not bearded, it's just His/Her face rests above the snowline. I thank you.
Thu, 26 Mar 2009 08:07 pm
<Deleted User> (5646)
Mine's a morning coffee dunked in a rich tea thankyou.
The blinkers are off and we're on a steeplechase to discover the face of immortality elusive, and yet....
The blinkers are off and we're on a steeplechase to discover the face of immortality elusive, and yet....
Fri, 27 Mar 2009 10:39 am
<Deleted User> (7790)
Hello Janet! Rich Tea for you and garibaldi for me made from an infinite number of currants grown on the bottom of the ocean inside oysters instead of pearls.All hail the omnipotent dunk.
Sat, 28 Mar 2009 07:08 am
HEIGHT-RESTRICTED CONFECTIONS OF THE SOUL
Shortcakes. Shortcakes.
What are they short of?
Ingredients, say I.
Butter, sugar, flour.
That's all they are.
In that order.
In proportions 1:2:3.
Bake for 30 mins or so.
Allow for expansion,
They shoulder each other
As the greased tray warms.
Nothing tastes better
Dunked in coffee.
I don't drink tea.
Shortcakes. Shortcakes.
What are they short of?
Ingredients, say I.
Butter, sugar, flour.
That's all they are.
In that order.
In proportions 1:2:3.
Bake for 30 mins or so.
Allow for expansion,
They shoulder each other
As the greased tray warms.
Nothing tastes better
Dunked in coffee.
I don't drink tea.
Sun, 29 Mar 2009 11:02 pm
<Deleted User> (7790)
That would be abbreviated cakes, Siren.
The sort that hover of their own freewill over spent teabags holding tiny, ignited lighters and singeing slippers.
The sort that hover of their own freewill over spent teabags holding tiny, ignited lighters and singeing slippers.
Fri, 10 Apr 2009 09:29 am