non_seqitor_sherbert mr.bunnyrabbit Discretion != instinct Absolution != entitlement Clarity != inherent Reward != compulsory lime is my favorite to lick but my tongue sticks to the spoon oh heck. 011018 ... Teenage Jesus 20 dogs 6 rabbits and Mr. Crunch (he wants you to call him Cowboy.) I am overloaded. 011019 ... god hormo, prig of spurce. ghurn. 011029 ... Dafremen Brangshatawney Rain ( Blather_Improvisation ) R. Dafremen Where lodged the priffled Porfanot From auld Galindon Swain Mistilfanil's cool waters fill With Brangshatawney rain Moplings tirgled renners feign A long lost Vyrdahl rhyme Upon that gaolis mistied plain Of crespet tufts and thyme Fortenteous glaydings Morious day Intagidatious Ferrings play Franlet left to dip into A mox de teu's refrain Echoes still Mistilfanil Of Brangshatawney rain - - 011029 ... paste! my need of your indian recycler, then decide carpet. 011030 ... Teenage Jesus some maybe cherry eureka wish shutters can know off fire 011031 ... god fantastic hairdo, indeed. 020615 ... billy ray pirahna i have an asshat like that, i do 020616 ... paste! panda veins, great liner notes ever the yards, 7 of these effective yams. 020616 ... Dafremen Bequeath, my fin, a pair of deuces, shining codpiece, farthance spared. Quest, my fin, a laughter´s chance, sweet spotulence, indictus' pain. Leave, my fin, a fasting break, short succulents, camilla´s bow. Wake, my fin, a coffer´s spell, scant mortified, indictus wanes. 020616 ... dafremen "Surprise!!!" "A birthday party for ME?", Mip thought, then removed the handkerchief from over his eyes. He certainly wasn't expecting to see a room full of white on red fangs and green scaled tentacles. One that appeared to be the leader approached, drool meandering along the side of his mouth. "Come along now, that's a good tidbi...er birthday boy. We've got PLENTY of sweet tasty stuff for you to be stuffed..er for you to stuff yourself with." Mip screamed. They decided to forgo the pleasantries and skip ahead to the main course. Stanley Steemer could NOT get the stains out of the carpet. 071227 ... gobsmacked pobody "Stanley Steemer could NOT get the stains out of the carpet." =O !!! Well then, that's false advertising, because the cute little commercial jingle says otherwise! "Call 1-800-Steamer! Stanley Steamer gets your home cleaner!" 071227 ... dafremen Shite strangler's bane Was Marley McFane Streudel borne as a matter-of-fact Left what he'd not And got what he ought From the emptier half of the pack Beatnik's reply "Skeedley dee Skiddley Die.." Came the answer to Marley's refrain In a half of a wink He did float down the sink Twas the fate of that rascal McFane. 071228 ... daf This is a strong, gilded game; pied-in-the-face with possibility. 080205 ... d secretly marking this page . 190429 ... dafremen It wasn't until he'd gotten closer to the ocean and finally parked the car, that the offness hit his ears. Where were the beach sounds: the waves crashing, the gulls screeching? Walking past the empty parking spaces, he gaze in horror at a vast expanse of concrete where there had once been water. An ocean turned to stone. It's last waves captured in their futile effort to reach the shore. 210514 ... blather spellcheck its 210514 ... sameolme our concrete may become tomorrow's stories. 210516 ... sameolme will become 210516 ... sameolme Remember the stories that have not been told. 210516 ... dafremen "Do you hear that?" "Hear what?" "Shhhh. Listen. In between the sounds. See? Those are the stories that have never been told. You have to listen between the sounds if you want to hear them." "What?! Listen between the sounds? What are you even talking about?" "The stories that aren't told. If they aren't unwritten then you have to listen between the sounds to hear them. If they're unwritten, you can just read between the lines instead." 210517 ... sameolme Does the space between require rocks to be between? 210517 ... dafremen Part of the universal clock Fills the crevices of rocks With tiny bits of universal sand If we zoom in far enough 'mongst these bits of granite fluff We will no doubt find a universal hand For these tiny bits of quartz Are only smaller rocks, of course And so the space between holds more until it can't. 210518 what's it to you? who go blather from