Alors!

Them Fishies Packed Their Bags!

“Whdda call 10,000 liberal runners running for the Canard Line?”

“A good start!
HA!  I Kill me sometimes!”
~ Bill

....or,
Ten Thousand
Left-wing fish.

[Banking right,
On time, on target,
Following orders, all
They, yes, Highly Esteemed Members
Of Mum's GoldFish School ~

Just hearing their
Morphic Field*
Orders ~

*See: Mr. Rupert Sheldrake.]

“Opera is the most pathetic form of noise ever invented.”
~ PlaidUncle

....then you've never
Heard Ms.
Elizabeth Schwartzkopf
Sing!

“Mathew 9-13  A men.”
~ PlaidUncle

“How many men are you?”

“Opera is the most pathetic form of noise ever invented.”

....then you've never
Heard Ms.
Elizabeth Schwartzkopf
Sing!

“But she sure can hummmm...”
~ PlaidUncle

Explain that please.

“If the painting of dogs playing poker doesn't move on the wall, then
you're not jogging faster......or anywhere.”
~ Miss Anne Thrope

Does yours move?
Can I see?

“Now in her days she could get it on......
a good song to run on.......
you there, I am here.  get off of my ride  dude.........  If you had to
do this,  you would cry.......... “
~ PlaidUncle

Huh?

“You say this in about half your posts. Perhaps it's time to go hang
out at alt.morons.org? Don't you think, or don't you?”
~ PlaidUncle

Not half, only 3%.
I think very well, thank you.
Morons? No thank you.
I do not understand the rather
Garbled comment above.

“It was his mom giving me the hummer.”

I prefer a Landrover

“Appalachian dementia led to syphilis psychosis.
Mesmerized by loaded hornets in pink jockey shorts.”

“Dude,
I remember frying on some of that bad acid. I
didn't do quite as much as you though.”
~ M.T.

I did not fry,
But O Lo!
7 hits, ca. 1980,
Took me far...
The other side of time.
I even, yes,
Got to the 1-room mirror school
Room ~ Or as Mr. Merrill says,
"The Inner Room."
Now, a brief word from him,
Too:

"Shiners dance counter to the tide.
The dragon kite, all wagging tail,
Hangs fire in a fair gale.
No trace of knowledge called inside,

Where after daybreak, as a gust
Of radiance unsealed its doom,
An entire fresco'd gloom
Crumbled gratefully to dust.

The pool....
Up swim two figures, surfacing.
Crosslight of blue flares, hazel flares.
Noon bells. The garden chairs
Simply keel over in a ring.

A rose. The two as one. To wit,
Petals encompassed and exact,
This heart that opens to contract,
And, beating time,grows out of it."

~ James Merrill,
From "Declaration Day”
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Blog, or dog? Who knows. But if you see my lost pup, please ping me!
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