"...but now I'm gone.
I left my mark to carry on.
They clean the web to stop my pen,
But Dr. Pepper has struck again!
Join me, my fans, and be a Pepper, too!"
~ Dr. Pepper
"Excellent verse.
Did you rehearse?"
~ Twittering
*
An Alternaty, yes.
Is this my destiny resolved,
Or am I damned eternally, fated
Forever to wander randomly?
What alternative?
"You may have taught art to the blind.
Kewl!"
~ Double-A
O no.
Not I taught. They saw
Before me. Hopefully I offered
A little more palette to the kaleidescopic mix.
Certainly, more vision they gave me
Than I before, I had within me ~
So, me, the richer winner, a better
Sighted one, too,
Than before their rare gift.
"My most endearing accomplishment
In life was writing the code that raised everybody's
Water bills!"
~ Double-A
Water bill, you say?
[No, for now, I will not belabor
Your understatement!
Yes, my praise, to sing your song
To complex, too infinite,
For me, this moment, to address.
Yes, book, that address
Or better, an infinite series[...].]
For now, let me just ask for you ~
And please tell me more:
Water bill? You clearly
Raised the water level of the universe!
Yes, you, divine manager ~
Chief Executive Officer, or another
Title do you prefer, Ms. God?
Nature's Mother, or Uber Parent?
Opera maestro, or play director?
First cause, or lasting one
Ever after, hitherto?
Yes, now I float higher, carried
Along the current of my new water level...
But yes, seriously, this I do know:
You float the world, not
Just my boat!
"But can these fish use Telescopes?"
Dunno.
Parascope perhaps?
Me know not,
Me see not
Beyond my heart's knot.
But lo, yes, I listen...
"Who's the woman behind
The mask?"
~ Double-A
See my earlier posts!
Google me!
You!
You!
You!
Ms. B,
You,
Are the
#1
Masque ~
Great mystery
Of all.
You
Are
Divine
One,
Ms. B.
I sing
More, de you,
After
I scrape myself
Up again,...
You knock
My socks
Off.
You are
UR,
Yes.
Uber,
Yes, et al.
8*
Words, still,
Fail,
Sometimes...
"How real is virtual sex?"
....depends...
"Nope. On my stimulant I get too drunk from too little, and hung
over. Yup."
Ah yes, Bliss, too little,
A fog surrounds.
But raise the water level,
And heaven surrounds ~
All solid ground.
The Secret: Find the threshold
Effect. Or as the textbooks say
Titrate the dose to optimal level,
For optimized results.
The law of diminishing returns ~
When all's wasted on more ~ yes,
That defines your personal threshold.
But indeed, stay within an ordained reference range.
Yes, that sounds about right,
About now...
Threshold, where?
Knock, knock.
Now I know more than before,
Less than tomorrow, true.
But all's overflow, beyond
My modest container, what
This me can hold, can keep
Without being lost
To memory.
Knock, knock.
Please,
Let me come
In...
For you, I sing,
Dear Mother.
Take me;
Hold me,
Eternally yours,
I am.
[& yes, I promise
To master iambic pentameter!]
"Glad it works for you,"
Thanks for the idea!
"Tissue, it's too high a risk."
Yes, these tears,
Well, you know the rest...
"I wet my bed and I cannot help it."
Ah. Don't be embarrassed.
That's okay.
"Are you into scat, Anne?"
~ Dr. P
I smell rat!
~)@:>
"Are you into scat, Anne?"
-- Dr. P
*deadpan look*
Miss Anne Thrope wrote ~
"You forgot the new one.......
...."Jesus, this tastes like feces!"
"Well considering that Ms. Thrope does high colonics,
I suppose she'd know."
~ Twittering
[censored] on freesepop.
Dr. Pee
okey dokey.
Freesepop is the fake Bill Rodgerz
It's true!
Dr. P
And who's TheRealBag?
"Mangez merde et allez au diablo!
Je suis fou et vous aussi!"
~ Dr. Pepe'
"I'm not convinced
I'm out of the woods completely,
But at least I'm able to run reasonable trails
Reasonably consistently.
Good luck."
~ Dot
Nor should you be ~
Out of the Woods completely!
Hail!
"I did, I did
Join me in bed?
Want to see my Dr. Pepper?"
Excellent verse.
Did you rehearse?
Dear Dr. Pepper ~
Thanks so much for your generous
Offer, that I join you in bed.
High, indeed, you rank on my short list ~
And a short list it's always been.
Quality over quantity, and clearly,
Quantity ranked low,
You know? But alas,
I must decline (See above)
I believe I'm spoken for ~
Or rather, I surely hope someone
Spoke for me. Alas, now,
I'm broken.
No small love token.
I hope I'm not mistaken."
~ Twittering
"Roses are Red,
Pepper is Blue,
You rejected him,
Now he'll stalk you."
"Dr. Pepper?
This doesn't sound like you."
~ Twittering
*worried look*
"Are you zee molester?
C'est up you [censored]? Wee wee?"
....too small.
Dr. Pepper said ~
"Fait moi une pipe!"
O okay.
Whew!
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