this week i

plucked abandoned weaver nest with mande on the river nile.  evolution missed wheels, what else?  the geckos view old world simians like us and whisper: how embarrassed they must be / that with their tails cannot sip tea  that crake does not swim.  do angels and demons fantasize about one another?  kingfisher divebomber, more hits than misses.  are making a mountain out of a molehill and making an ant out of an anthill antonyms?

 

yawn at these westminster dog & rocketry shows.  lmk robotics folks when you figure out a massage chair distinguishable from my cell's vibrate mode

set your tail on fire.  would we exchange temporary clemency for a drag?  for more cenacolo tobacco, see chernobyl episode one, treme episode nine

save the ropes & caviars
for my friends behind these bars
 
no thanks gov'ner, save your queen
twice sliced cake & guillotine
 
soul departure / last meal pack
mercy 'nough, my djarum black

 

read alice's adventures in wonderland and through the looking-glass by lewis carroll.  and so another talefull of tea

 

the poor little lizard, bill

 

  'i speak severely to my boy,

i beat him when he sneezes;

for he can thoroughly enjoy

the pepper when he pleases!'

 

chorus

'wow! wow! wow!'

 

and this time it vanished quite slowly, beginning with the end of the tail, and ending with the grin, which remained some time after the rest of it had gone

 

'take some more tea,' the march hare said to alice, very earnestly.

'i've had nothing yet,' alice replied in an offended tone, 'so i can't take more.'

'you mean you can't take less,' said the hatter: 'it's very easy to take more than nothing'

 

alice thought she had never seen such a curious croquet-ground in all her life; it was all ridges and furrows; the balls were live hedgehogs, the mallets live flamingoes, and the soldiers had to double themselves up and to stand on their hands and feet, to make the arches

 

you're nothing but a pack of cards

 

nurse!  do let's pretend that i'm a hungry hyæna, and you're a bone!

 

let me see, is this a chair?  why, it's got branches, i declare!

 

if he smiled much more, the ends of his mouth might meet behind

 

and now, if e'er by chance i put

my fingers into glue,

or madly squeeze a right-hand foot

into a left-hand shoe,

or if i drop upon my toe

a very heavy weight,

i weep, for it reminds me so,

of that old man i used to know --

...

that summer evening, long ago,

a-sitting on a gate 

 

life, what is it but a dream?

 

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