Monday, May 9, 2011
Stolen Oysters
On Saturday an old woman was caught shoplifting two oysters at our fish place. The shopkeeper made her give them back, and simply threw them back into the bin. I wondered who ended up buying them, and if they tasted any differently from other oysters that had not been stolen. Perhaps they'd been traumatized by the incident, felt the stigma of having been involved in a criminal act - however inadvertantly. Could such a thing lead to bitterness, or add an igneous, sulphurous note to an otherwise crisp, iodic nose?
Sunday, May 8, 2011
An artwiculate nugget
Alas, Prosaic! I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of insipid jest, of most redolent fancy; he hath bored me on his back porch a thousand times...
Saturday, May 7, 2011
On a Cleaning Day
On a cleaning day
Rise and look around you
Is this my home? This pen?!
On a cleaning day
How it will astound you
That the filthiness found in your bathroom
Defies human ken
You'll feel part of every basin, tub and tile
As you lunge
For that sad sponge
That's not been wiggled in a while
And on a cleaning day...On a cleaning day...
You can scrub forever...
And ever...
And ever more. . .
Rise and look around you
Is this my home? This pen?!
On a cleaning day
How it will astound you
That the filthiness found in your bathroom
Defies human ken
You'll feel part of every basin, tub and tile
As you lunge
For that sad sponge
That's not been wiggled in a while
And on a cleaning day...On a cleaning day...
You can scrub forever...
And ever...
And ever more. . .
A clove by any other name would smell as sweat
Alexander had memorized the national anthems of 17 varieties of garlic.
Mississippi cresting threatens oysters
Reuters - US Army sending C130 transports of Frenchmen armed with lemons and three-pronged forks to Louisiana to avert oyster disaster.
At least it aint shufflin' off to Buffalo....
Can someone explain why the distal phalanx of my left index is pointing off toward Mecca?
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Embarassing moments in medicine....
Horace explained to the doctor that he'd been daubing Brylcreem on his toes and lost his balance.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Help!! Old blue-eyes is back!!
Dreamed I inserted a sleeping person inside a human skeleton. Upon awakening, they opened their eyes from within the skull's eyes.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Monday, May 2, 2011
Hellman's soliloquy...
Whether 'tis nobler in a bowl 2 suffer aloe vera as a mayonnaise portion, or 2 drip oil into a sea of eggyolks, and by emulsing, blend them?
Binny Bones Bites it Big
Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water: Osama Bin Laden buried at sea.
Sendin' out an SMS....
Dreamed an SMS came on my phone and woke up to go look at it. No SMS there, but Bin Laden is dead.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Death Counts
Why Death counts?
As in Death counts are on the rise in conflicts around the world?
As in Death counts on the folly of man to fill his coffers?
As in Death counts ride phantom horses over desolate plains?
As in Death counts the minutes 'til we're in his grasp?
As in Death counts, but life doesn't?
Why Death counts? Still counting...
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