Oh why are steps called stairs indoors & who created God then ? As even SheHe hasn't got a clue. Plus it would possibly IMPLODE when blasphemously asked - I'd leave these things alone if I were you ...
Poetry
a ripe bunch of ponderings
Confusion is a hermit crab apple but nonsense moths they flutter in peace, effervescence is a close 2nd cousin as flighty as a skein of greasy geese. Harebrained are the bats in the belfry yet vital as the keystone of an arch, confusion is a hermit crab apple as ding dong as a doorbell chime in March ...
next stop, testing times…
After the incident with the owl & bath towel I severely doubt that anything can sparkle as before. & beyond the episode with the tulip & tube of toothpaste 1 ponders if eternity is quite so evermore ?
shatlantis
Atlantis can frig itself rigid, as I don't give a fig if it exists. Let's blame Plato & not for the 1st time - it should remain in the fishy realm of myth ...
overlaps & contributing factors
Concurrences & coincidences of course - I've experienced some, 1 has a rather rare & slightly prized blood type & it's exactly the same as my Mum. Plus I was born within 12 miles of woodland & sometimes I think I'm a tree, concurrences & coincidences - life's a mystery (!) ...
lemon thyme query
Why is there a sprig of lemon thyme in y' pocket, - dead sorry but I just had to ask ? Most folk keep their keys there & possibly a wand or wallet - but honestly I've never seen that. ~ Well, it's there to ward off evil & un-thyme minded people - as it disperses 'erbalness wherever we go. Plus it may well come in handy when later cornered down a (dark) back alley - & aye I could say more like but that's all you need to know ...
a brief plea
My occasional Godson, Jeremy reliably informed me that poetry will be extinct by the year 2040. Please give what you can ...
great stuff
Sarcasm will get you EVERYWHERE - be it Belgium or intergalactic. The green heart of Umbria or a fell hike in Cumbria - the possibilities are endless how bloody fantastic ...
the wobbly geometry of pipelines
Having dodged several hefty sacks of swinging sand, a spin-off sect of gamely puns & a minion of undead but rather lovely nuns - I uncovered a black ink Biro. Further down that tow path several eventual days later I stumbled across the cadaver of a stationary magnate - with his pocked stuffed full - packed with blank paper. But what to write about? Shit knows, I dunno ...
their rules…
Yes, the number 13 can be frightening for some, triskaidekaphobic types the scare of GOD & RUN. But the number 14 well, that terrifies bakers, they squirm into a bag of nerves so fearful these creators ...
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