Does anyone read this inane drivel?



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He entered the room and sat down in the shadows in back...

"Hello dudley_do_ride, welcome to my room"

His mind formed on one bit of it. Oh yeah, that was referring to his material being. He came back to this plane:

"Hello to you, my ch1ld..."

He almost marshalled some form but it never really gathered. He remained split between the planes.

"Where are you from, bb"

His mind saw a myriad of possibilities. He clicked a button on his glacier glasses and the waveforms collapsed into one solution:

"From your big brother to the north, hon"

His eyebrow went up at that. He sensed a plot. But her reply completely changed his line of reasoning:

"How old are you sweety"

He counted 458nm wavelengths to get the base and then answered in his way:

"2138"

He wondered if she had that color filter or if he was dealing with an infrahottie.

"Cool I'm 23"

Hmmmmm again that number.... It couldn't be coincidence... His brain made some pinging noises as he went stoic in the back. Slowly he became aware of a drift to the left. As she talked to other customers he could feel his wavefunction leaking into the corridor. He let it slide. If you are between planes it doesn't matter if you span space. He pictured a molecular layer 1 atom deep and went thinner.

Like a spirit reborn, he began anew in a new space... His agile mind looking for more patterns to unravel the great mystery of this universe...
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Wallace: You have been the king's first minister for how long now?

Richelieu: First minister? Me? No. I am just one of many advisors to His Majesty. He has taken a shine to some of my suggestions it is true. I do represent France in all foreign policy matters of course.

Wallace: So if I want to make a treaty with France I come to you.

Richelieu: It would save much time.

Wallace: So you have had nothing to do with the changing power distribution in France? I mean just a few years ago I would hesitate to call your lands France, more of a family possessions than a nation.

Richelieu: Our administration is trying to advance the power of the king. We are Federalists no doubt. We do not try to hide this.

Wallace: Your administration? Come on... Would any of these guys advance this kind of policy without you? I mean: would they be doing anything but goofing off and lining their pockets.

Richelieu: Mike, I am a practical man. I do not engage in idle speculation.

Wallace: Well my sources say that it is all you. That you have an obsession with it. That you put everything else before it.

Richelieu: His Majesty is surrounded by hard working and capable people. Giving all and grateful for the honor of serving France.

Wallace: Your Eminence, forgive me... But my sources also say that you place the standing of your nation before the happiness of your people. That you build up France's so called gloree while the people suffer.

Richelieu: I do make us sacrifice for our prestige. You must know that it is crucial to everything we do in the political arena. We must dazzle with our splendor and frighten with our extravagance, or be continually set upon by our enemies. We control the destiny of Western Europe rather than being driven by the winds of chance and the whims of our enemies. I am sure that in their hearts the people know this and bear their burden proudly.

Wallace: And your enemies?

Richelieu: Musketeers and philosophers.



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Home decorating tips:


Klaxons NO Peril sensitive blinds YES

Adams Servant Summoner NO Tingly Bell: YES

Red wall paint NO Olive wall paint: YES

Roman Galley Drum Team NO Motivational Mozart cd: YES

Pet Amazonian Screaming Toad: NO Cat for sunny spot: YES

Drippy Water Tap: NO Rumsomatic: YES

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Spppppaaaaaaareeeeeeeeeennnnnnnn has sprung heeyear...

Oh gently, so gently, tickle the petals open deeeeeeyear...

Smell that fraaaaaaagraaaaaaant ayeeayeeairyair.....

Let that sun kiss your autumn haaaaaaaairrrrrrrwairwairwair....

But did you know that nearly at this time.... two armies did collide....

Fires did blaze, motars did rawrrrrrryearqawwwwwwwwwwr....

And the meadow grew flowers.... lots and lots of passion flowers.....

Where they fell... and the breezes wafted but did not tellyeellllellll.....

We will return there you and eyeyeeeeyeeeee and plant some tators deep! deep! in that liiiiiiiiyeeeeiiiiiime...

Springtime in the Modern Age. Where are those things like mammals hiding in the fields of todaaaaayeeeeaye?

Waiting for us dinosaurs to fade... fade... awaaaaaaayaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay

Don't go gently into the meadow! noyeeeeowe! Don't go gently in the meadow! I'mmma tellin' yooooou

It's flowers are always bright but the clay holds you tight....

Don't go gently into the meeeeeyeeeeyeeeehhheeeeeyeeeeeeeheeeeedoooooooow!!!!




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:Spppppaaaaaaareeeeeeeeeennnnnnnn has sprung heeyear...

Don't go gently into the meeeeeyeeeeyeeeehhheeeeeyeeeeeeeheeeeedoooooooow!!!!



Feeling up the Flemish gurls my dear?

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Feeling up the Flemish gurls my dear?





Nawhunh, just trotting out my Spring Apocolypto Clay Death Metal single...



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He still haunts me you know... that cat... with eyes of green. You may joke and talk about his nine lives but I know it is no such thing. I took his last. I took it when he refused to surrender. The proud beast used his last breath to curse me in his foul Mandarin...

But he must have been some kind of demon. Or have a shadow on this plane. For I still feel his presense, nipping at my exposed ankle of the soul...

In noble Cantonese I did lay down the law. I gave him his chance. I was the victor of the epic struggle. That destroyed house and party. And my marriage...

Now he haunts me, my other self I suppose. It could have been so different. If we had never gone to that party. If she wasn't such a .... well let that pass...

But he haunts me. I wake with the echo of his throaty warbleing still resonating off my moldy walls. Moldy for I dare not open the window to let this ghost fly in...

He lives outside. He guards my doors from comfort, from sanity, from hope...

Evil beast... I thought I had killed him... Furry villain, most foul...

His karate was dated, a joke really. He relied more on his speed and his claws than the Art. But he was crafty. And so very fast. How I ever landed a blow is a mystery to me. Perhaps the forces of good, from beyond the grave, mustered to make this menace bow low to death, to depart this dusty globe... I don't know. I just know that he was a bloody, furry mess that reeked of cheap gin. That he had really bad posture and probably wanked at every opportunity. He was a bad seed. He was a no good murdering mongrel and I ended his sorry existence with one stroke of my justice dealing fists...

Yet he haunts me, the green eyed one. I may never again know sleep, family, or security. He haunts me, that evil one. Who never left any ankle unscathed...



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i miss his drunken gnarly rude behaviour ... where is ODEN? Quote

i miss his drunken gnarly rude behaviour ... where is ODEN?



As long as he is in our thoughts, in our hearts, he is near to us... looking down on us from above, watching out for us or at least our ankles... never losing faith in us or indeed in humanity...


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As long as he is in our thoughts, in our hearts, he is near to us... looking down on us from above, watching out for us or at least our ankles... never losing faith in us or indeed in humanity...


*shoves the long ship out into the fjord ... hands the Mountie the burning torch ... notches and sets alight the flaming arrow*


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Sharon: Oh it is all right for you to carry on so. But tell me. Who? Who is thinking of the ch1ldren? Is anyone thinking of the ch1ldren right now? You must think of the ch1ldren!

Satchmo: Lend me your chops for just a moment.... And my imagination.... will let that moment liiiiiiiiive. Give me what you alone can giiiiiive......

Antonio: No problem my friend. Now if you will just take this button... What? You don't want the button? You are too good for the button? Hey Carlo, getta loada dis guy... He doan wanna wear the button. Everybody wears the button, but not heem. What makes you so great fellah?

Mr Ed: The little fillie with the pooooooooooooney taaaaaaale.....

Mrs Douglas: Goodbye city life...

Rod: And so we see that the universe is full of messages... messages winging their way this way and that... some mundane, some alarming...



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