Anything

[Buffy]

Shiver me timbers! :doh:

 

Savvy, :wave:

Buffy

[Turtle]

anything i could say just now is either too little or too much. :)

[Buffy]

Well, Mr. Brautigan is most appropriate for the Anything thread. To wit (oh my! I'm starting to sound like Mr. Turtle! :) ):

 

The Symbol

 

When I was hitch-hiking down to Big Sur, Moby Dick stopped and picked me up. He was driving a truckload of sea gulls to San Luis Obispo.

 

"Do you like being a truckdriver better than you do a whale?" I asked.

 

"Yeah," Moby Dick said. "Hoffa is a lot better to us whales than Captain Ahab ever was.

 

The old fart."

 

All Watched Over by Machines of Loving Grace, :)

Buffy

[Turtle]

All Watched Over by Machines of Loving Grace, :ebomb:

Buffy

 

Speaking of television, I'm off to my 2 hours of evening propaganda. :esmoking::banghead:0.o:D

[Turtle]

I have heard it said that Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers; however anything of truth in it has succumbed to the ravages of language & time. Peter -in fact- did not "pick" pickled peppers, he "packed" pickled peppers. Any pepper pickler worth their salt & vinegar knows the pickling comes post picking, thence pickled pepper packing per Peter Piper's pecks. :eek:

[Queso]

YouTube - Joanna Newsom - Monkey and Bear http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ZvLwMWh3Y0&mode=related&search=

[Turtle]

YouTube - Joanna Newsom - Monkey and Bear

 

I haven't heard anything so irritating since I dropped a fork into the in-sink-erator. :( :eek:

[Turtle]

Failing anything like this, apply that. :) Run with your scissors hold down children.

[Queso]

people either love her or hate her.

 

YouTube - Bob Dylan - "Its Alright Ma (Im Only Bleeding)" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=doNU1EndU8I

[Turtle]

people either love her or hate her.

 

ain't that always the way? no! of course not! shades of colors. what color is the off button? on which day? from what location? what color is NNE? any ol soul can say "monkey" and get Warhol's 15 seconds. monkey, monkey, monkey! the hundredth monkey always dies young. other monkeys either love or hate the hundredth monkey...not so much. i think i'll go to the zoo with a fresh canvas & let the monkeys throw leavings on it, then put it on E-Bay as a Warhol titled Monkey Sea, Monkey Doo. Sorry...Andy didn't want me saying anything about the simian business...disregard that part.

[Buffy]

Everyone knows that the peppers were spackled.

 

Kind of a gritty texture to them,

Buffy

[Pyrotex]

Peter Pecker packed a peck of spackled peppers.

A speck of spackled peckers, Peter Poker slacked.

If Potter Piker spoked a smack of speckled peppers,

Then how many pricks of tackled peepers did Pretty Pecker puke?

 

Do I win? :) :doh: ;)

[Jay-qu]

if you can say it 10 times, fast! :)

[Turtle]

Jensen leaned tight into the steep slope as the heavy rain continued to beat out a Brownian rhythm on the wide brim of his hat. He paced his traverse on his breathing, making changes of positions only on the last counts if at all. Inhaling to a slow four count, Jensen held breath for another four, exhaled over another four, and held four again before repeating. He was -for all intents and purposes- invisible.

[Pyrotex]

Twas the turn of the harvest and Soddon Clampitt, the self-appointed horse renderer of the upper Silebian river valley, was once again in contratemps with the eviscerated remnants of what had once been a thriving geopolitical union of endonomadic villages and cult throbblings. Whereas the dim and darkly understood history of the valley had been embellished in many an oral tradition dating back to the Visigoths, from whom they had inherited their early mystic religion, the memorable generations had given up their ascetic shamanism for the more discrete ramblings of peripatetic chucklemeisters and their amorphous philosophies. Clampitt himself had once trod those circuits, dispensing humor and aphorisms, taking on the dreary tribulations of the spartan but hopeful tribes dotting the mountain sides. But as time wore heavily on his shoulders, he gave up that spiritually defoliating avocation for the more serene and claspid duties of reducing dead ursine flesh and bone into its constituent organic components. The rewards were meager, but the hours were long and gave him no time for the remorseless entrenchments of hag-ridden memories and actinic regrets.

[Turtle]

Invisible as he was to man, beast, and mountain, Jensen fell the entire 1,238 feet inhaling and went unoticed until striking the river with a plopping splashing thud that only garnered the short and cursory attention of three fishers a bit upriver.

[Turtle]

the Angelina Jolie(sp) fruit.