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Date: 12 Mar 2006 15:34:45
From: Twittering One
Subject: ... as if a plotting ghost, inaudibly closed her book.
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A celebrated reader of "The Fabled & Jaded Eye," an exuberant, if
exaggerated, even at times, exasperating, if exacting and unabashedly
inspirational, fictional work of St. Silverear, was seized by an
impulse to accelerate her coursework for her Induction into The Order.
For that reason, reversing her frown, she put down the book, but not
before, with fastidious consideration to detail, a trait for which she
was well known, indeed, oft admired, if at times scorned by less
exacting, if those prone to envy, individuals, placing her green felt
Book Worm bookmark between page 96 and page 97. Acacia, as if a
plotting ghost, inaudibly closed her book.
Situated farther east, our afternoon party, in proper accord, journeyed
out into the open air, recognizing a robust craving for a spot of fresh
air, as well, a bit of thriving shrubbery. Spotting a spinning
ensemble of stripes, we quickly dove out of an oncoming rush of a pair
of zebras.
In due time, our party gainfully sought respite at a quiet drinking
place, none too far from a Shoppe proffering, in their artfully-lit,
easternmost side street window, five packages of exceptionally
high-quality sheep flax, artfully arranged, indeed, composing a rather
handsome mise-en-scene, in tandem with a pair of Brillo boxes and
Campbell's Tomato Soup. One pillow of flax cradled a brilliant
pear-shaped diamond ring, Tiffany set among platinum prongs, an elegant
armature, indeed.
Ebenezer, seized by a fit of exuberant generosity, suddenly put out of
bag of Academia Notes for Too Aardvarks, merely for their amusement and
intellectual entertainment, who, we all agreed, appeared a tad overly
tranquil, particularly, considering the time of day.
Meanwhile, Merrylegs munched on kumquats, and extolled methodically the
virtues of this particular exotic fruit's voraciously juicy bounce.
I, on the other hand, feeling rather claustrophobic, found myself
forced to zigzag and tremble furiously around a scenic scenario of
large xylophones, confused by their chimes, as, just a stone's throw
away, chimed the Market Square Glockenspiel.
Gusts of wind crooned the crosswalk. A newspaper headline, quavered in
the wind, embraced a corner lamp post, with a jittery nervousness that
pained my heart, resisting and pleading against flight further north.
Sympathetically, I stood in front of the lamp post and read the latest
news from abroad ~
'In Boston, The Toy Coulis of Jazzy & Snazzy (mildly malevolent
twins) Bursts, Finishing the Lives of Two Talented but Overly
Theatrical Children.'
My watch chime rang the hour, reminding me, once again, the hour for
Finishing School was upon us. Sadly, I turned, brushed back a tear,
walked away.
Twittering and I once lived in Boston.
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Date: 12 Mar 2006 18:28:10
From: Twittering One
Subject: Re: ... as if a plotting ghost, inaudibly closed her book.
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~ * My Life
In The Suicide Ranks ...
My life, my life in the suicide ranks
My life, my life in the suicide ranks
My life, my life in the suicide ranks
My life, my life in the suicide ranks
My life, my life in the suicide ranks
My life, my life in the suicide ranks
I used to call it
Are you still precious
Love for your mother
Wine on the carpet
All in the breaks of dawn
You'll find the widest while you came
That let the dress.....'
My life, my life in the suicide ranks
My life, my life in the suicide ranks
My life, my life in the suicide ranks
Love me like a child, no one tells me why.
My life, my life in the suicide ranks
My life, my life in the suicide ranks
My life, my life in the suicide ranks
My life, my life in the suicide ranks
Whoah, thank you for the help but
Well, the high road is the low road!
Tell me what do you think this is
Who know better all of a talk
....
.... or the crow
Will you hold me, will you shake me
Will you think you're all alone'
Well you don't look for your health in the color of your skin'
I open up let the darkness come in'
My life, my life in the suicide ranks
My life, my!, .. ooh!
.... . the suuuufferiiiing!'"
~ Tears for Fears
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Date: 18 Mar 2006 23:38:00
From: Twittering One
Subject: Re: ... as if a plotting ghost, inaudibly closed her book.
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"There's more to Da Vinci than codes
And more to Warhol than Transfigured Commonplace ...
Say, Tomato Soup."
~ Sir Arthur
"... or breakfast
At Tiffanys."
~ Truman
"Tomato Soup."
~ Leonardo
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