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"Or, perhaps, Ms. Orion, Zoe, our astrologer, hears our whine, May answer with Celestial direction, A well-sited starry map, Perfection's Plan ~ Yours, ours, mine. So, I say, next ascent, if you or I go, Please ask for me, and I, for you. My retort, may answer now, Whenever you care, Whenever you wish, yes, fine with us, Fine with Folly and me." ~ Twittering "Arrivederci, Kay, For now, for off we go. You, too, Chardonnay ..." ~ Folly "Yes, indeed, for now, Arrivederci. For further essential direction, just follow The arrow ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ > 13 Arrondissement ~ >" ~ Chardonnay * "O, anyone seen Ms. Rosa Parks in these parts of Briarwood?" ~ Laika "Not I, But I know Dr. Lagin's wood, and I know she would." ~ Blanc Toad "Merci, my dear Amphibian. Kind, you are, so dear To me, too." ~ Laika "Which way, Please tell us both, Laika, me, how To find Briarwood's cobbled way Out of these woods, for open air? For long, now, we our path, we've circled, Circumnavigating, searching For a Barbed Snack Shack, For, O, wish to share supper With our friends, Those for whom we search And travel from afar for, Or any such Whom we might meet on our way, who need our help Or companionship." ~ Calvin Trills "Yes, a ship crossing meridians, We've sailed to reach Briarwood. Well, we know our travels, our travails, Curry passage, blow our sails To those who hail >From afar, for those we hold dear, Ones we love. Yes, a space traveler I be, have been, for many eons. A Russian canine, I am." ~ Laika "O, forsooth, know ~ Yes Ms. Laika, O, yes, a very fine dog, wise Beyond her years, Her ears, For her nose Knows more than a matter's inkling Shows, Allows, Ushers down for rain, For her scent's ability to sense knows More, Beyond her ability to know their source. But nevertheless, Laika knows. And O yes, Laika, I trust best. O yes, Laika knows Even more than I, often do. For Know ~ Brave Laika, an exploring pioneer, the first creature, Man or creature, flora or fauna, To travel in space, ca, 1956. But O, sadly, Laika died aloft, inside her Sputnik, Her Russian space capsule. So brave, my companion, this fine, wise Excellent dog Who stands now beside me, I proudly call my best friend, my traveling Companion, my preferred company." ~ Calvin Trills "... and together, now, We search, we seek The Mars Bar, In Haarlem, Holland, For a bite to eat. And our other buds, to greet and meet." ~ Laika "Except For some custard filling, in the holes ~ Bavarian Creme, such pleasures, O, yes, Know ~ I really don't see anything majorly In The Key of C Standing in your way For seeking, for finding, for arriving At your destination. The Mars Bar, En Haarlem, Holland. But your quest, your questions, Well phrased, well considered, too, Wise ones." ~ Blanc Toad "Or at least ~ In the way of spiders, And silken webs." ~ Charlotte "... and Wilburs, And Babes. For, I should know, a pig, I be. ~ Pearl "But never, I say, I well know, a bore! Know ~ So clever, So fine a mind Pearl shines, her humor, her refined Wit guides me, When I am lost Or going no where in particular." ~ Charlotte [O, scene iii, @ Midnight, Under the chiming clock @ The Sherry Lagin] !3 O'clock... *bong* (coo-coo!) *bong* (coo-coo!) *bong* (coo-coo!) *bong* (coo-coo!) *bong* (coo-coo!) *bong* (coo-coo!) *bong* (coo-coo!) *bong* (coo-coo!) *bong* (coo-coo!) *bong* (coo-coo!) *bong* (coo-coo!) *bong* (coo-coo!) *bong* (coo-coo!) "O, deer. The clock, something off, No?" ~ White Chalk * ~ * ~ Blog, or dog? Who knows. But if you see my lost pup, please bring him home! I got Leon a brand-new bone. _________________ http://journals.aol.com/virginiaz/DreamingofLeonardo *bong* (coo-coo!) "O, deer. The clock, something off, No?" ~ White Chalk * "Amphigory, Allegory, Order Comic Divine Profane, Icon, half yours, Half mine. [Alfred Corn Taught me.] An emblematic Instamatic snap shot made fine art Within a gilded frame." ~ Red Conte "My will, my way, No longer mine. Restrained, I am, I know, Fold back, bent toward another Shore, A shored up goal, My role to play, to say, To stay, lend my essential support. But O woe ~ Know ~! I am me, You must see, you must allow Me what's mine, What method Suits me, what clothes I prefer To wear. For surely, you know me Well enough To know, I share all I have. I serve With all my heart, my ardour's light. My will's yours If right you, too, serve. What are years? What dinner do you now serve? For yes, my part, I've well rehearsed. My hunger whines, My heart yearns. What are years? Yes, Sauterne served chilled At The Mars Bar Suits my appetite more than fine! The rest, Surely you know, yes?" ~ Twittering "A castle Undone, dissolved by washing waves, Upon my shore. But I do not Understand, for so diligently, So faithfully, so obediently loyal, I have worked All my time." ~ Twittering "Suicide, A railing against God." ~ Folly "O, how Could you let this happen to me? >From others, I expect, or receive less, But Of you ~ O, so much more I deserve, unforthcoming. Therefore, I quit these premises. My method, unselected." ~ Twittering "Yes, We all have limits, Willfully, as lemmings, Or else ~ ! By the hand of others." ~ Folly "!Haves, Have Nots ~ Make Equal! Less differential. Spiritual difference, sure, Okay, But make matters better. Even the playing field, Or you're Evil ~ ! I mean that." ~ Twittering "(go figure)." ~ Bert "No." ~ Twittering * "Hey, bat ~ !" ~ Folly "Hello mysterious Twitty, Mer, and Folly, Too ~ ... and a humble night sweet dew Early morning fleur For all 3 of you." ~ nightbat "Merci. ~ Folly "How ya hangin' Bat?" ~ Twittering "I'm doing ok, And you? And who dares pretend To be you In this forest, Briarwood, but can't come close? Who even uses foul language With your name But doesn't fool me?" ~ nightbat "Foul language? Who's that? You mean, like, I'm Not the only feathered fowl in this damn forest? ~ Folly "Golly, who'd Of though? Who's impersonating Twittering, Nightbat?" ~ Mer Loleil "In person, Or on stage, playing me, swiped My starry role?" ~ Twittering "What poor impersonator Tries to copy Your normal lovely manner but fails?" ~ nightbat "Dunno, bat. Dunno. Folly, do you know?" ~ Twittering "No, Twittering, honest. I dunno. Who's Doing that nightbat?" ~ Folly "Who's impersonating Twitty? Really ~ Who? How come? Or little who?" ~ Mer Loleil "Sugar is sugar, honey divine, Twitty's true form And doodle rhyme sublime. At your service." ~ nightbat "Thanks, Bat." ~ Twittering "What's Waving??" ~ Mer Loleil "O, ask bat, Mostly night, he flies, but sometimes Day light, too, Sees bat hang out and about." ~ Twittering "Answer ~ Disturbed Quantum Vacuum Thanks for directions To the Olmstead Country Clube Golfing links and emerald putting greens. And I respectfully thank Calvin Trills and Laika for their invitation For drinks later today. And I accept present day Quantum vacuum for Aether versus Absence of Or void space." ~ nightbat "O, bat, You mean, Either ~ Or Land? Been there, too? ... O, yes, rain Nourishes le fleurs ~ !" ~ Twittering "Later ~ Drinks, hors d' oeuvres off the green's Links." ~ Twittering "Me thinks Bat links drinks with echolation play. I say, I do, too." ~ Folly "O. Me, too." ~ Mer Loleil "O, hm. I Wonder why Who's impersonating Me." ~ Twittering "Dunno, Twittering." ~ Folly "O, If you see Mr. Leonard Schwartz, please say ~ Hey, Where the hell RU ~ ? You, too tres late ~ !" ~ Twittering "Your invitation, O, tres long ago scent." ~ Folly I wish he wouldn't keep changing his address, its a pain having to update my killfile all the time. Graham > I wish he wouldn't keep changing his address, its a pain having to update my > killfile all the time. > > Graham He? > I wish he wouldn't keep changing his address, its a pain having to update > my > killfile all the time. > > Graham You can create message rules that block posts that contain any variations of the word "TWIT" (nicely descriptive, huh?) in the "From" line or the "Subject" line. HMc *bong* (coo-coo!) Kukoo ~ ! * "You can create message rules That block posts that contain any variations Of the word 'TWIT' (nicely descriptive, huh?) In the 'From' line or the 'Subject' line." ~ Howard McCollister "O, Mr. Mc? Do you know Ms. Danielle Steel? Who's son died by suicide?" ~ Twittering "If you see Ms, Steel, or Ms. Emma Peel, say ~ The Avengers, yes, We ARE RECRUITING ~ ! But first, A lawsuit to file." ~ Folly "Heck, yeah, Folly, 'cause we got hurt ~ !" ~ Twittering Ps. Just ask Mum. She knows. And BEWARE of NYU ~ ! Don't ever volunteer there, or put your life In their hands. ~ * ~ Blog, or dog? Who knows. But if you see my lost pup, please bring him home! I got Leon a brand-new bone. _________________ http://journals.aol.com/virginiaz/DreamingofLeonardo Ps. Just ask Mum. She knows. That's Ms. Anne Bermays. Mum # 1 died when I was 17. And if you know Who's been harassing us, sending porn, And death threats ~ Please contact The NYC FBI Office Agent Carrie Robbins ny@ic.fbi.gov Sincerely, VIrginia Hooper |
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