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Trumpets blared a fanfare.

A section of organs struck the March Wedding in unison together.

All in the assembly rose and turned.

The groom and his retinue stood ready. Confident. Smiling. His eyes full of delight. Full of anticipation.

They were jolted... caught off guard... by the sudden... unexpected...

sneeze of a puppy in the front row.

Ah, was only this... and nothing more...

So once again eyes shifted to the back of the room. Waiting for the grand entrance.

Tears leaked from eyes. Joyful tears. Joints creaked as their owners craned and stretched for that first view. That priceless moment when the bride first hove into view.

The watchful eyes of an off duty policeman, playing the role of usher today, saw nothing in the sea of sun dresses and sport coats to make them narrow. The stayed round and twinkled merrily. Life was behaving itself at that moment. People had decided to be happy. Joyful. To let love and wonder flow through them.

Oh there was a grumpy face here and there. But even these, if watched, could be seen to soften and lighten as the moment approached.

But no one watched anything but the gap, the dark gap in the sea of people, where a lady dressed in white would appear. Who would move lightly down their midst. Looking lovlier than at any prior time in her life. Working all manner of change in her oh so happy groom.

For a brief moment all of the humanity was united in the hope, the blessing, the witnessing. They were joyfully serious. Blissfully intent.

The smallest child instinctively knew to behave himself without being told. He picked up on the strong vibe running through the hall. People were acting in ways he had never seen. It made him leave his own fantasy land and look with wondering eyes at the outside world. Relatives he knew for years were transformed into different beings or perhaps he was seeing briefly their best or truest natures?

Cynics beamed ear to ear. The man with the toothache watched with dreamily serene expression. The black sheep in prison looked up at that time from the floor of his cell to his window. His face radiant. Knowing somehow the exact time.

It was right. It was timely. It was blessed. The world resonated with its approval of the proceedings. The universe allowed himself a half smile at that moment.

So what...

was...

that...

shadow...

Oh nevermind. It is not his time... Not yet!

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Pauly: Here Godfather. Dis came for youse.

Godfather: (opening) Oh... dear... god...

Sonny: What is it papa?

Godfather: It's from the Tataglias. It's Luca's ring and a milkbone.

Michael: What's it mean?

Godfather: It's Sicilian. It means: Luca barks with the puppies.

Frodo: (Frodo? heh heh ) You mean...

Godfather: That's right... Those Tataglias.... They ain't right.

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Dormi in culo gol

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Dormi in culo gol

γάιδαρος από τη να καθίσει οκλαδόν θέση επανειλημμέναΚοι&#95 6;ησμένος in το

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rosetta stone:

amphora: alpha mu phi omicron rho epsilon alpha fishhook: αμφορέας

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LOL @ how the f'ing thread editor will not handle graphical symbols

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Autumn Afternoons

There's that moment in the afternoon, I know you're still asleep;
and I'm just having tea, and staring over my feet;
up on the table where my glass and sugar are at rest,
remembering all the nights, wondering which one was the best.

The sun shines warm upon my face, and I let close my eyes;
and visions of your soft dark hair, your smile and breathless sighs,
dance inside my weary mind, clear picture, where you lie.

I study blinking light and dark, spots on inner lids
and raise a hand to touch the shadows of your skin.
In the background I can hear, the flow of cool fall winds,
like soft sweet water flowing from my eyes, waterfall of sins.

� Amanda 2011

10/15/2011

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Jack: Stop swinging the bat Wendy...

Jack: Put the bat down Wendy...

Jack: Give me the bat Wendy... ( deeper pitched and indescribeable) Weeeeendddaaaaay.

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Interviewer: So you're a writer are you?

Jack: That's what I call myself.

Interviewer: What makes you want to be in a relationship?

Jack: Oh I don't know. Never gave it much thought really. The sex of course. Being spoiled. Making sure my DNA goes on.

Interviewer: Oh I see. You are ready for a long term commitment.

Jack: (warily) Commitment?

Interviewer: You know, marriage.

Jack: Ohhhhh marriage. Yes. Of course.

Interviewer: Let's find out a little more about you. What do you like to do?

Jack: Oh I like to work hard. Play hard. You know: all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.

Interviewer: Ha ha yes true. Do you like the outdoors?

Jack: Never did. I'm the indoor type. I've got a hunch someday it will be my downfall.

Interviewer: Oh not at all. There are lots of women who love indoor activities.

Jack: I like an old fashioned girl. One who lets a man be a man and a woman be a woman.

Interviewer: I'll make a note of it. Is that why you are going face to face instead of using computer dating?

Jack: What? Oh yeah. I am a typewriter guy. There is something about working with a typewriter that is .... special.

Interviewer: Oh you eccentric writers. ha ha. Now tell me...

Jack: Eccentric?!? You find me eccentric?!? Do I scare you? Do I give you the heebie jeebies?

Interviewer: um. No. Of course not. I just was being, I don't know, playful.

Jack: You flirting with me?

Interviewer: No. Absolutely not.

Jack: Good. Now I'm an ass man, doc. I want her to have a nicely rounded behind...

Interviewer: How do you know people call me doc? I never told you that.

Jack: Jesus, I don't know. Can we keep this about me please?

Interviewer: Sorry. I'm back on track now.

Jack: Good. I didn't mean to be too hard on you. In fact I've started to take a shine to you doc.

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Celebrity parrots:

Parrot DeNiro: Raaaaaaaaaawwwwwwk! You lookin' at me? Raaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwk! You lookin' at me?

Parrot Wayne: Sqqqqquuuuuuuuuuawwwwwwwwwk! A sphincter says what? Squuuuuuuuuuuaaaaaaaaak! A sphincter says what?

Parrot Newhart: uh um... Raaaaaaaaawk! you see... Rawk.... it's kind of ... Raaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwk!

Parrot Ken: nuuuuuuuh nuuuuuuuh Sqqqqqqqquuuuuuaaaaaawwwwwwwk! Not really! Raaaaaaaaaaaawk!

Parrot Wonka: Goood morning starshine. Good morning starshine. Phwweeeeeeeeeeeeeet!

Canary Custer: I tot I taw an indian. I did! I did! I did tee an indian!

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Assistant: We're done.

Tokdor Maybe: Ahhhhh zo gut! And?

Assistant: She is no good. A lobotomy would paralyze her and she'd be a spineless vampire or a puppie of a werewolf.

Tokdor Maybe: Curses! I must change my haunts! Give her the song!

Assistant: Yeee..... I mean... maybe doctor!

* lights click off. the subject is hit with the spotlight. a familiar song with some new lyrics kicks in *

Your story is sad to tell
A teenage ne'er do well
Most mixed up non-delinquent on the block

Your future's so unclear now
What's left of your career now
Can't even get a trade in on your cam
Monster school dropout
No graduation day for you
Monster school dropout
Missed your mid-terms and flunked voodoo
Well at least you could have taken time to wash and clean your clothes up
After spending all that dough to have the doctor fix your brain up

Baby get moving (Better get movin)
Why keep your feeble hopes alive
What are you proving (What are you provin)
You've got the dream but not the drive

If you go for your diploma you could join the steno pool
Turn in your sleepin' coffin and go back to high school

Monster school dropout (Monster school dropout)
Hanging around the corner store
Monster school dropout (Monster school dropout)
It's about time you knew the score

Well they couldn't teach you anything you think you're such a joker
But no customer would run from you unless he was a toker

Baby don't sweat it (Don't sweat it)
You're not cut out to hold a job
Better forget it (Forget it)
Who wants to be eaten by a slob?

Now your bangs are curled your lashes twirled but still the world is cruel
Wipe off that vacant face and go back to high school

Baby don't blow it
Don't put my good advice to shame
Baby you know it
Even dear Abby'd say the same

Now I've called the shot, get off the pot, I really gotta fly
Gotta be going to that dentist's office in the sky

Monster school dropout (Monster school dropout)
Go back to high school
Monster school dropout (Monster school dropout)
Go back to high school
Monster school dropout (Monster school dropout)
Go back to high school

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ouuuuu... i like it Dudley.. and it's so odd(ish) isn't it.. how sometimes our minds are rolling along separate greased grooves (rusted) at (times) .. and then we both pop up with similar sorts of work?

Dreams

She woke with handprints, bruises, scratches,
on her long pale thighs. I asked "Bad dreams girl?",
her hands clenched, arms straight, locked at her side.
I was her sweet one then, loving, pretty, her precious pearl,
"No Amanda, I dream of things, my memory won't detail."

I wondered, at the stress, the worry, that slept, behind
her lovely eyes, that made these cruel marks upon
her strong sweet thighs. And as we kept so close,
and lovingly did sleep, with each other in our arms
spending hours in our keep; I became salvation,
her dear and gracious love. The scrapes and hand
shaped marks had all but disappeared; her dreams
had all become, so peaceful, her mind had lost its fears.
But, as with all my loves, as my lover's interest fades, and
they begin to see that, my obsession's never paid, or
weakened by learning, all I need to know, they begin
to pull away, fascination slowly goes.

We began to suffer, and I began to weep, our
moments far less frequent in our safe kept keep.
Now, with separation, I wonder if she sees,
that I am become the Zombie, within her newest dreams.

� Amanda 2011
10/16/2011

Photo � Amanda Graham 2011
__________ . __________

AS usual... no photo here.. i think everyone knows where to go to look at it.. ?

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As I sat in my chambers sweating
There came a gentle scratching
A persistent but gentle scratching at my chamber door...
Twas only a reed caught in the wind and waving thought I
Only this and nothing more.

It was the month of October
The dying sun was still casting rays sober
Weakening rays sober upon my chamber floor.
It made me think of former pets so numerous
Countless losses so near to my heart and so grievous
Their spirits only surviving life's threshing floor.
Gone from this existence evermore.

But 'gain came the scratching
Catching my senses napping
Lost in the contemplation of Life's scrapping
Life's unrelentling quest to keep me guessing
At the manner of my next pet's passing
Passing from this cold, hard, dark shore.
Perhaps finding him in rigor mortis on my chambeer floor?

What monster, demon or devil is tapping?
Tapping and hacking, chewing through my chamber door?
Could not be a rat nor 'pecker, not with that quiet drilling
That infernally slow but steady progress through my chamber door.
Could it be the lost Lenore?

Once again my mind turned speculative
As the vermin made the door start to give
Lenore oh Lenore. Where are thou now my poor Lenore?
Last I saw her it was summer
She was in the back seat of my hummer
Her fluffy head thrust through the window
Sucking down bugs from the air flow
Enjoying the trip and nothing more.

But she is dead now and deeply buried
So deep that the digging left two men greatly wearied
In a plot overlooking the city
Where none could vandalize or cover with grafiti
Her quiet headstone all that remains
Of her earthy travail
Only this and nothing more.

"Fiend" I said then "or demon"
"What purpose have you in this vocation"
"Why do you etch with claw your mark upon my chamber door"
To which my assailer answered "Rooof Rooof Rooof"

"Roof?" asked I. "Door I wean"
"And do you not think it mean."
" Mean to trouble me with claws so keen?"
"While I ponder events and souls no more seen?"
To which the besieger replied "Roooof roooof roooooof."

"Your time here is wasted."
"My door is girt with metal I'm sure you've tasted."
"You'll never claw your way into this chamber"
"You may as well be a rein deer."
"For only Santa has made it unnannounced into my lair."
This provoked my tormentor to opine "Rooof rooof rooooof."

Twas quiet for a time but there was then a clatter
as my kitchen window gave in and shattered
Shattered from my determined assailer
Who lost some fur as he passed through and over my freezer.
Passed through and lit upon my kitchen counter.
Looking proud and every inch a victor
Perched upon my kitchen counter and croaking out this "Rooof rooof roooof"

The puppy of my discontent
Having arrived to be my burden
Lest I ever weaken
In my soul crushing examinations
Of past pet obliterations
by negligence or failing to act in time
"Puppy" said I "Or thing of Evil"
"How long, how long will you cast your shadow."
"Your long and fuzzy shadow over my chamber floor?"
Quoth the puppy: "Roof roof rooof."

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Poet: And the puppy still is sitting, still is sitting... casting his fuzzy shadow on my chamber floor. And shall be forevermore.

(after a pause)

Poet: Gawd I'd sell my soul for a drink.

Jack: Comin' right up sir. If you don't mind me saying so sir, that's one willful puppy. One very willful puppy.

Poet: Yes but nothing I can't handle.

Jack: Really sir? More than one of us thinks it might be more than you can bear. He has proved surprisingly strong.

Poet: Only for the moment Jack. Only for the moment.

...

Puppy: (with altered voice) foow foor... foow foor... FOOW FOOR!!! FOOW FOOR!!! FOOW FOOR!!!

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No.op inspired:

Skyward
A majestic flying dragon
I heard
It carries dreams past the horizon
It's lair
A colossal castle in the air
No maps
Have been drawn that can take you there
Scales shine
Off the stars with a deafening glare
Blindness leads to despair
The mighty beast spirals downward
Shattering all that is structured
Splinters appear in fantasies
Heaven's angels do as they please
Stars begin to fall from the sky
Aspirations run dry
Gusts blow
The midnight sky no longer has a glow
Havoc is wrought by the breeze
In these winds I feel at ease

� d0wNwERdZ

searching through this thread for 'posting dates' today i read this again SMASH.. i love that we've run into each other here and elsewhere.

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Sadie walked down the bright, bright street. Her eyes blinking from the searing sun. So hot. Her tongue lolled out. Her sides heaved nearly by half as she panted for cooling, panted for sweet air.

This part of town was nearly deserted this time of day. All she heard was the click, click of her well manicured nails on the cobblestones. All she smelled was the overstrong smell of pollen, all different shapes and sizes, from the lush vegetation around her. She sneezed a couple of times as she went by an especially pungent strand.

Oh where was Max? Why did she ever agree to meet him in this strange place? Her collar wore roughly on her short, well brushed fur. It was not designed for a long walk on a hot summer day.

Then she heard it. Unmistakable. Chilling. The sound of hobnailed boots on cobbles. A sound that was so eerie in this modern age. These streets had not heard those sounds for half a century and more. It was no army. Just one pair. Coming straight for her.

She quickened her pace. Max? Dammit where are you? The footfalls quickened too.

She broke into a trot. The bootswearer lurched into a trot. She lunged into a run. The bootsmeister veered into a run.

She thundered down the cobblestones, sliding into a fishtail, hitting curb and then madly picking up speed for another stretch. The sound of that relentless pair of boots grew only nearer, grew only louder.

In a panic she made her fatal mistake. She turned into a dead end alley. She knew right away it was over. So she turned. Defiantly. Bravely as she could. And faced her threat.

He came on all fours. Eyes blazing. Dressed in SS uniform. That's right. It was a horrid, freakish, wereNazi. It intended to do unspeakable things to her. Things that any decent society would lock the doer away for the rest of his worthless life. But first...

He dodged her nips. He dodged her claws. Feinted high and came up low. Fixed her neck in his bite. It was not a death bite. No. It was the bite of transferance, of legacy leaving. Fluids pumped both ways as he latched on doggedly.

As horrid as it would be to die in some horribly lonely, trashy alley it was somehow worse to know that you would become... become one of them. Man bites dog. That's news baby. Another soul lost to the Dark Hound.

After many, many minutes of struggle. She felt the new blood burning its way into her being. She sunk down. She said goodbye to her doganity...

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Movie of the Moment Redeux

Amanda Evelyn Graham says
i got a photo of the moon behind clouds last night
had to greyscale it cos it was far too yellow with the cam's color sensor

Amanda Evelyn Graham says
though the cam sees what we adust out of our vision
in 'the girl with the pearl earring'
a painter asks the girl to look at the clouds
and tell him in detail what she sees
and she says 'why.. white and grey clouds'
and he says
no look closely, sharpen your eye
and she takes a moment
and says 'i see.. yellow, the white is yellow in different shades'
and he nods
vermeer
the artist
our sun is yellow
so the yellow moon
was right
but our brains have filters
to shift what we see

Amanda Evelyn Graham says
from what is there

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Grammar is my dirty bitch.

When do I change a word, a fucking tense, an ending? Whenever it fits maggot!

You make my noble tongue trip by your strange rules and I will glue your very words together. We make and break kings! Do you think we bow to squiggles, traditions, or puny conventions?

Grab the language by the balls and make it squeal!

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Let's see...

Clams... Tyrants... Watermellons... Sensibility... Manners... Housekeeping... Parallel universes.... Enlightenment... Miscellaneous...

Yeah... that'll do 'er.

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