Confoundinations.

If someone happens upon a sense of gravity, I consternly admit it be my possession and I shall collected from you at my easiest convenience.


Now, crossing the street with a center of gravity. This is be interesting...

Feh. Sleet. Feh. Slush.

Can't chase leaves, they are wet and stick to the paws .

In front of the fireplace is my new station until the cold-wet is gone. Preferably on a stack of books.

*At 8:46 am, all radios stations, stereos and headphones have been hijacked to*

My girl's name is Senora
I tell you friends, I adore her
And when she dances, oh brother!
She's a hurricane in all kinds of weather

(Jump in de line, rock your body in time) OK, I believe you!>
(Jump in de line, rock your body in time) OK, I believe you!
(Jump in de line, rock your body in time) OK, I believe you!
(Jump in de line, rock your body in time) Whoa!

Shake, shake, shake, Senora, shake your body line
Shake, shake, shake, Senora, shake it all the time
Work, work, work, Senora, work your body line
Work, work, work, Senora, work it all the time

You can talk about Cha Cha
Tango, Waltz, or the Rumba
Senora's dance has no title
You jump in the saddle
Hold on to de bridle!

(Jump in de line, rock your body in time) OK, I believe you!
(Jump in de line, rock your body in time) Rock your body,child!
(Jump in de line, rock your body in time) Somebody, help me!
(Jump in de line, rock your body in time) Whoa!

Monday morning has been met, weighed and properly reduced to its deflated status. Praise and tithings are welcome at the usual drop-offs.

Ay dios mio . . . The cards did not show this.

Where am I?

Current Mood: confused

Plastic shiny round things that skitter away when you bat at them! I must say, I do approve of some of the unbirthdays around here, though there is something amiss to a spring that doesn't, nor a herd of rocking horse flies....

Marshmallow confections vaguely shaped like monotone turkeys have returned! Frabulous day! I must see how high they bounce, which means throwing herds of them like the mis-described lemmings off buildings and onto passerbys, nasty rat-dogs . Maybe a few will hit the street and count as valid data.

It'll better if it rains.

TE N CRUMPETZ. I HAS THEM.


(Mun sez: Oh yes, I went there. Cheshire Lol!Cat. It's a slow day for me.)

Boxes! Packets, cartons, coffers and crates brimming with the unknown! Or nothing at all, but must be explored, all the same. Some rattle when struck, some smush. The crash tinkle is the herald of a swift exit, I have learnt. And ribbons! Tapes, curly and linear, with elegant architecture or warm-hearted yet mauled bows. All dangling and coyly bouncing in the air. Shiny coins and curious gambling chance games for candies and toys with oddly shaped dice.

I for one am most glad the mundane stocking is not displayed in the gathering rooms. Mothers would die of shame from the gray ghost footprints of dirty floor ingrained into many a sole.

A BOAT, beneath a sunny sky

Lingering onward dreamily

In an evening of July--

 

Children three that nestle near,

Eager eye and willing ear,

Pleased a simple tale to hear--

 

Long has paled that sunny sky;

Echoes fade and memories die;

Autumn frosts have slain July.

 

Still she haunts me, phantomwise,

Alice moving under skies

Never seen by waking eyes.

 

Children yet, the tale to hear,

Eager eye and willing ear,

Lovingly shall nestle near.

 

In a Wonderland they lie,

Dreaming as the days go by,

Dreaming as the summers die;

 

Ever drifting down the stream--

Lingering in the golden gleam--

Life, what is it but a dream?   (-Lewis Carroll)

I always did like fall, much less work than spring. Unless, of course, gravity bores of the game and wanders off....

Oh bugger.

I make sense again. And my improb-ability has diminished.

There must be a potion or hex for this. Maybe just a chocolate frog...

    "'Tis the voice of the Lobster; I heard him declare,
    "You have baked me too brown, I must sugar my hair."
    As a duck with its eyelids, so he with his nose
    Trims his belt and his buttons, and turns out his toes.'

That coffee shop and its poetry slam, will never be the same, malfichious Child.

 And they may feast upon their berets and thrift store ensembles.

So. . . I have no idea what's going on, anymore.

I guess I'm right back where I started. I don't know.

This place is weird. At least alien planets you expect to be strange. But this place just doesn't make any sense at all.

*sulks* These people take all the fun out of life sometimes..

Little box, with a link -

- blink -

new message from the outside world.

Searching for a man with a Universe? He could explain.

Yet he is a she and he is not here. No one is here. Am all alone in the world.

Little lost puppet, wishing on a star. How I wonder where you are?

Will continue my search.

Hello?

Is anyone out there?

I'm in this forest, and I don't know exactly where I am, or where to go. Or how I even really got here. I find it hard to believe --

Well, nevermind that. Clearly at least some of it's to be believed. I've got this ... thing, haven't I?

Potter, I swear if I find out you and Black are somehow behind this, you'll be in detention for the rest of your lives. Though I don't know how you managed to get a forest into the castle ... or get this thing in my pocket ... or make it work like this ... but you're clever, aren't you?

- Lily

Ponderance and conustrum.

Milk is an opaque colloidal mixture of protein and fat secreted by mammals to nourish their young who do not contain the needed bacteria and disposition for harder sustenance.

Who can direct me to evidence of mother soy bean nursing a bushel of beanlets?

Is tofu soy-cheese then? If so, why do we have tofu in a different place than it's named brethren? Should they not be in the deli, like other cheese like sheep, cow, and goat?

Where the fuck is Dad, brothers?

. . . Brothers?

What fun is this? Oh joy!

Forget it. You know who you are.

I'm Tom Katze. Hello, ladies. So, where am I now? Stupid Mouse. I know this is your fault. I have cheese.

Jabberwocky jabberwocky, we sing and clap,
Sitting so pretty on her checkered lap.
Jabberwocky jabberwocky, we call to say,
"Slither down, pet, and let us play!'