Za-zen-Shell Game

I'm sitting at a table...there among the articles lying about are two upended cups. Both these and a third cup (which sits upended on the counter near the micro-wave) either have or don't have a small notion/object hidden underneath. Now you (probably sitting) reading, and I  (sitting) writing also either have or do not have a small object hidden beaneath us. On the radio ["How da-How-do you like it, Do ya' want.... Do ya' w-ant to ride the solar wind"] another very,very small cup sits, playing its own part in this game of gesture. Lastly there is the cup from which all of us may or not, have drunk of first loves kiss.

The way to properly play this game is to choose an order to reveal what is hidden and properly stops when you have chosen complete posession of one of those secrets. You cannot however reclaim a past choice once it has been passed on from. Good Luck

Scratch and Sniff

I've recently come running away from a relationship that was not by any means a totally bad experience. The only thing I found not to my liking were the pet names this person had in mind and as I learned seemed to have an obsession over. Yes, Scratch and Sniff was just the icebergs tip. Like any good thing you get to much of, the week this relationship lasted I found out more about this persons sense of boundaries than I have in years with some people. It might have turned differently if I'd been named Sniff instead of the former, and when I suggested we might think about picking other names I was floored by the immediate excitement I encountered. Then the whole list and planned life time of this game was revealed. Just a small sample may illustrate: Puddin Pie and Wanny Poo, Roy and Dale, Turkey Lurkey-Foxy Loxy, Bow-legged Lou and Seattle Slew, Honey bunny and Funny monkey, Felix and Poindexter, Bonnie and Clyde, El Frito-La Cheeto, ,SweetiePetey-Beedy Bo-Bear-Bear, this went on 15 mins. easily. I laughed, said it would be a real hoot and very sweet.  Still being called Scratch I negotiated a casual retreat finally saying  " Good-bye my little sniff of sweetness, unparalleled in all of sniffiness", and immediately turned on my voice mail. It's been a week now and hasn't stopped. I hear: "Hi Coo-coo-bird,call me! ", " Mr. Hu-Hu, where you been honey." "Prince Pasha darling, take me I'm yours."   By the way her name is Debbie Little, go figure..............................

Eraser-head strikes back at random curiousity

Of the millions following this glorious stampede (via the twinbluesuns link) WE wish you to know that what appears on site is intended for an exclusive cadre. Which,if you even have to wonder about your own inclusion, it is suggested you check back here in another lifetime when the editorial ' WE ' is transformed for you into a giant pair of fur trimmed sunglasses. If this stretches the thing a bit for you, simply imagine the collective word in noble italic, playing it up to the hilt right in front of the running camera.

We will now consider a deep impression on the cortex. Picture a high-diving-daredevil all the way up top of the three-ring, and there looking down at a vacant No-Punch-Line/at the bottom. We seeing only smudgy erasures, and a cartoon balloon (Fuck You Eraser-Head, We will get you). Assuming the fall was survived, a now totally radicalized element has found its way into a once vicarious thrill of one ' malo hombre '.

Bebob "Hey!"

No mention of Horses:

I am personally sceptical of any plan, operation, guideline, legislation, contract etc. which excludes anywhere in its entirety even the mere mention of Horses. The anger of Achilles was enough to stagger the bloodlines of the ancient world, yet the gates of Trojan hospitality were quite easily breached by someone who knew the both the similarity and difference of horses and the common pita bread sandwich. Having written this,I consecrate this first post with [Ten thousand life loving ,wild running horses]  stamping the blood and ghosts out of the ground.....

 Baba