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Date: 14 Oct 2006 17:37:57
From: Twittering One
Subject: ~ * Morning Wood: West Edge Off Center ~ !
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Creative Things Gone Awry:
Typography ~ Just Another Logo Family
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~ FAMILY TRADITION ~
Creative Stuffs Gone Way Far Awry:
Typography ~ Just Another Logo Family
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* Ballet Steps into the Vocabulary *
* We Visit the Painted Museum *
* Matte Film Painting: A Relearned Lost Art *
* Enhanced Typography: Flowing Letters ~
Alice Swirled Down the Rabbit Drain *
* Consulted Classic Film Titles: Hitchcock's Kids
With Witch Flicks Who Lick *
* Let's Journey Through Overdrive:
Sidestep, Nosedive! *
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A Morning Wood Production
Shakespeare's Globe Theatre
West Edge Off Center
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* Dogging Arts * Fogging Minds * It's a Star *
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Date: 14 Oct 2006 17:45:41
From: Twittering One
Subject: Re: ~ * Morning Wood: West Edge Off Center ~ !
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"Sprightly rock,
You stop it with your right.
Continue your movement in the contrary direction of the needles of a
clock, Or adjust your lens by telescope, levy your counterbalance Of ~
Of your left-hand ~ To surround your right around a spherical play of
light
And then ~ Liberate an arrested sphere ~
The end, to start
Another time ...
An down
Your sphere descends
To launch andante, in another direction ~ Of the Reprieve ~ ?
It would resembled thus ...
~ Of ~ Of Thee.
There, you have it in your palm, in fact, two wings, two rooks, you you
are are ~ Incomplete here ~ ! So repeat your first period of training
now, try another way, uncross your arms, Redress upon your equine
dressage allegro
In its art.
Crystal sphere, or ~ hot potato ~ ?"
~ Mum
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Date: 15 Oct 2006 10:41:55
From: Jackson Pillock
Subject: Re: ~ * Morning Wood: West Edge Off Center ~ !
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"Twittering One" <mournenwould@aol.com > wrote in message
news:1160873141.235465.74510@h48g2000cwc.googlegroups.com...
> "Sprightly rock,
> You stop it with your right.
>
> Continue your movement in the contrary direction of the needles of a
> clock, Or adjust your lens by telescope, levy your counterbalance Of ~
> Of your left-hand ~ To surround your right around a spherical play of
> light
> And then ~ Liberate an arrested sphere ~
>
> The end, to start
> Another time ...
>
> An down
> Your sphere descends
>
> To launch andante, in another direction ~ Of the Reprieve ~ ?
> It would resembled thus ...
> ~ Of ~ Of Thee.
>
> There, you have it in your palm, in fact, two wings, two rooks, you you
> are are ~ Incomplete here ~ ! So repeat your first period of training
> now, try another way, uncross your arms, Redress upon your equine
> dressage allegro
>
> In its art.
> Crystal sphere, or ~ hot potato ~ ?"
> ~ Mum
>
I agree with this poast.
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Date: 15 Oct 2006 19:49:10
From: Charlie
Subject: Re: ~ * Morning Wood: West Edge Off Center ~ !
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> > > Crystal > >
>
> I agree with this poast.
His stupid poast is toast//ch
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Date: 15 Oct 2006 11:24:34
From: Twittering One
Subject: Re: ~ * Morning Wood: West Edge Off Center ~ !
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ActionBill@gmail.com wrote:
> On 15, 5:41 am, "Jackson Pillock" <jack...@splatter.com> wrote:
> > I agree with this poast.
>
> I read every word ~Twitty~ posts.
> I think I Iove her.
Really ~
But Who THE HELL RU ~ ?
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Date: 15 Oct 2006 11:03:23
From: ActionBill@gmail.com
Subject: Re: ~ * Morning Wood: West Edge Off Center ~ !
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On 15, 5:41 am, "Jackson Pillock" <jack...@splatter.com > wrote:
> I agree with this poast.
I read every word ~Twitty~ posts.
I think I Iove her.
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Date: 16 Oct 2006 18:49:05
From: Twittering One
Subject: Re: ~ * Morning Wood: West Edge Off Center ~ !
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~ * ~
My Quilted Quest
"Frowning, the owl in the oak complained him
Sore, that the song of the robin restrained him
Wrongly of slumber, rudely of rest.
~ Sidney Lanier
"Sleepy, if slow wits, wilted, by hunger
Rife, now off to Land of Nods, my slumber.
Weeping, my Self quits, fearing, if humbler,
Life. Now off to Land of Nods, my slumber.
Wrongly, number's quest, rightly, if Guest.
Sleepy, if soul wilts, lifeless, by hunger
Rife, now off to Land of Nods, my slumber.
Rightly, if slow-witted and sleepy,
Nightly, a wilted hungry one, oft weepy,
Till off to Land of Nods, my Quilted Quest,
It's Morning Wood, my very best,
See, I sport my prettiest dress ~ !"
~ Twittering
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