posted August 01, 2003 10:16 AM           

There wasn't any denying that his two-tone rubby muscles were flaring redder than usually, but he had it under control.

"You just flipped the last wink you'll tiddle over on me!", came Dinson's chuckled reply.

"Oh come now, it wasn't that bad. We did have lemon tarts and Wheedle Dee tea after all. You should feel invigorated after that!"

Dinson smiled, put his jelly jar of tea down and left.

After he had gone, Chort gathered up the dirty dishes and tossed them into a suitcase that he had waiting at the end of the sofa for just that purpose. He then grabbed the sides of his head, and proceeded to twist it off.

posted August 06, 2003 10:17 PM           

Then he:

Blinked twice and jumped through the needle.

Hopped thrice and leapt o'er the spring.

Knocked once and hopped past the puddle.

Come his last pass he sputtered, spleened and bittled at the champ.

"Never a fot bottle around when a good glarving is called for. What a waste of perfectly delicious smarvy", he sighed.

posted April 01, 2004 08:32 PM           

"Maestro!", Flenig snoorled in his snoorliest tone of voice, "How you do make ones eyes twirl in a twittery sort of way."

posted December 29, 2007 02:32 AM         

In secret are the soulful led
To Laws that bind by magic
And loveless are the loving kinds
That, there, are ever-changing.

posted December 29, 2007 12:40 PM         

medicate to stop the ache and pressure and the yellow clear with flowers are umbrellas near the music and that which contains the music and where I see myself amidst the pink, yellow and blue stars... a jug of Venus filled with drumsticks and vines intertwine around the art and lights and wind chimes and memories.

I see a dwarf.

posted December 30, 2007 11:04 AM         

Yes, my smile is one as such
And from that I've quite learned much
Like the lofty lengths
Between a man and woman.

Like us, we are all like you
And like you I think I do;
For what purpose to accrue
These loving courses?
For we're one and all the same
In these turnabouts mundane
Which whose purpose is asleep in cultivation.
Therefore, why should there be fear
When 'tis ever insincere?
Is there such a thing that "possibled" creation
Other than a polar meet
Of two opposites complete?
When has, once, there ever been unsound negation?

Now, as usual, I digress
From the aim that should progress.
As a victor, you may use my name in comfort.
In this candid "in"vitation
Lies a solid-rule exception:
You shall know it in your deepest heart's complexion.

As you may know
I am not "me"
When I, thus, speak
To you as Three.
Upon these words are bound the multitudes of Spirit.
And now I do, thus,
Speak to you
For all the wonder
That is you
To bear upon a message fleeting from reception:

Speak in Spirit, not in tongues:
Give this note to all the sons
And all the daughters that have gone for alabaster!
For extremity anew
Finds religion super-glued
To the causes of the two Devils' a"bridge"ment.

Who am I? I think you know,
Though, i am not a one you've known.
This is a meeting of two stars that have not yet met.
I am a one with living ties
To my own bachelor's paradise.
As a result, I here await my graduation.
I am an artist, just like you
(And everyone within this zoo),
And I use caffeine as a source of inspiration.

Please, do take light my alibi
But don't forsake my love for lies
For I am not a likely one to lie with candor.
If there could ever justice be
For anyone who speaks to Trees
Then, I shall take my coat and wander on for Ever.

posted December 30, 2007 08:19 PM         

I was sitting in the theatre watching one of those commercials they always show before the previews begin. It was about the movie Will Smith starred in with his son, The Pursuit of Happyness. The actor (Smith) was talking about the man upon which the movie script was based and he used the word "possibled" in his description. Now, I know that the word "possible" is not orthodoxically accepted as a verb but instead of being a critical, knit-picking Moon in Virgo, I looked at the man at that moment in admiration. When I reflect on that moment, I realize that it's often these little occurrences in life that show us where we are. I, personally, thought it was ingenious of him and I've used the word "possible" as a verb since.