Archives for September 2019

Grace and grandeur.

There are quality pairs and many will be lost to the lowest, the fine and good will be exalted by the highest.

Aspiring to the top, and laughing when a slip occurs say the wise children.

It’s a genre thing.

Share the biscuit, save the gravy.

Are you all in the South now or have we been on a road trip encompassing breakfast eateries and local feed-places?

We learn philosophy by night and gloss lipstick colors by day.

We cut wheat by hand and toast to passing phases.

No plan, thank goodness!

Still sun-blond bleached and on show in the display center.

Sipping a swimming pool volume of absinthe and taking it slowly, we wonder if the future slid in under the door.

Kindly place your comments in the red box.

We take all suggestions seriously, and at the same time with skepticism.

A small sip a day is hardly noticeable in its human effect or in shrinking the backlog.

Hello to the waves, the spumes of foam, the secret pockets of warm, cool and cold.

Watching the breaks and the breaches, the sway and the smothered.

Etching secret formulae in the sand.

Building batches of numbers and letters into new realms of wonder.

The kindest, fondest thunder.

It was so very funny, they told me to laugh.

It was well meant and it was sound advice.

No pharmacy had laughter pills, powders, or capsules.

So I started to write jokes, in my head, on my feet and in smoke rings in the sky.

I think an exclamation mark is long overdue!