ILLiterations w/ Lefty

[Lefty]

It's still off the cuff. Can't find my micro soft office shit, the W7 note pad ate two 'creations'

and hates me. It scoffs at my feeble attempts to get it to co-operate.

This last piece of smut got away from me and ran down the verbiage highway naked and

screaming demanding in the name of good writing that I cut my fingers off at the wrists,

stuff my tongue in a usb (or whatever) port and my dick into a light socket. I still might give

in and do that...might get a charge out of the experience.

bottom line, I free wheel and free base with impunity and a total lack of integrity. The remark

as to your editing and the others that partake was a back handed compliment to you and your

cadre of wordsmiths. It's okay chezkaquez I still loves ya...didja like the filth above?

[DonQuixote]

I saw no "filth". I saw erotic literature.

If you'd like some editing - try your freewheeling in an e-mail to me.

[Kyanimal]

Who the Hell is "Wolfe"??? (I'm guessing we ain't talkin' Virginia, are we?)

In any case ... Great, Awesome, "Filth"!!

THANKS!, Bud!

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

[Lefty]

Wolfe is the leviathan amateur that thinks he can write adult stories.

From time to time he seizes my space and machine leaving a trail of

seeming detria for me to deal with.

BTW, Glad you enjoyed, other contributors are encouraged.

[Kyanimal]

Once upon a midnight, dreary,
The slithy toves did gire and gabe,
As the Highway Man came riding,
Miss Muffet sat upon
Three blind mice.

What big teeth you have,
Little Boy Blue!
Bare foot boy,
Who will not see me stopping here,
Let down your hair.

Mirror, Mirror, on the wall,
Whee, Whee, Whee!
What's in a Name?
'Tis better to be
One for All!

Oh Beautiful,
In dawn's early light,
Ask not,
What will be will Be.

A stitch in time,
What yonder light,
For purple mountains' majesty
Begin the Beguine,
O'er shadowed walls ...

Have you seen
"My Precious"?
As The World Turns,
There's nothing to Fear!

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

[Lefty]

Chaz,

Your prosaic edda has the hint of familiarity and yet treads the boards

aspiring to meld the archaic rime with its modern alternative.

You have obviously at some time paid attention to the intricacies

and variables that mark our constantly evolving language.

Good Show.

[redfox70]

Chaz, bravo!

[DonQuixote]

Methinks our Chaz is a fan of a certain Author of British origins.

Carroll, that is, Lewis Carroll

I confess to being a bit corn-fused with some of the lexicon our KY beast presented us with, and did a wee bit of Yahooing --

Jabberwocky Wikipedia was one of the immediate responses.

The expanded education J U B provides through our myriad eyes . . .

Image Search Results for slithy toves

Jabberwocky - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

[Kyanimal]

Happy to have stretched your ganglia, Don!

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz '

(Seems I did misquote that, though! )

[Lefty]

Chaz,



There are no mis-quotes......ever.

Your government in action should have shown you that.

Mistaken, misinterpreted, misbegotten or even mis-stated.

Never mis-quoted. And you can quote me on that.

[DonQuixote]

Leftykins,

It looks like CleoCATra got out of the house, again.

[Lefty]

Close, butt,

That's her little half brother.

[Lefty]

Twilight in Wyoming
is a moment in the
Gloaming and perhaps
Teds thoughts while
Roaming lonely hills through
Twilight in Wyoming.


---------------------------------------------------------------

Thoughts on a Long Road Home

by Wolfe

Do you know me in the gloaming,
Gaunt and dusty gray with roaming?
Struck dumb because you know me not,
Or dumb because you know the lot?

Would you know me in that gloaming
Come to me and take us roaming
Reminding us that we forgot
Ours is love that can't be bought.
*******************

that's a little one for my friends Ted and the Admin dude.


Hope it meets with your approval Ted

[DonQuixote]

Very nice encore to the first and enhancement evolved into the second, Leftykins.
And your efforts at scouring the web for photos appropos add a lot.

[Lefty]

Thnks Donnie.

Sometimes it amazes me how long the process can be.

I actually have to leave the post running in a separate screen

so I don't lose it when I get distracted or forget what I was doing..

[redfox70]

Very nice, Leftykins

[DonQuixote]

That's what Wordpad or Textpad are for!

Now, maybe this can provide you with some literary food for thought - they say a picture is worth a thousand words - let's see what you come up with. (I know what I'd do - swat the fucking thing!)

[Kyanimal]

Boil, boil,
Toil and Trouble,
What we find
In this J.UB Bubble!

[Lefty]

Donnie you are so frustrating at times.

Look at the 'spyder' and web. They are an intricate hair design.

A specialty creation that took lots of time and money ...

Ain't chew gots no culturativity atall?

[DonQuixote]

I'ze got lotsa Cull ture.

I also have an aversion to arachnids that get that f'in big.
Sioux me.

To each his own. I thought it might present vous with a challenge for your literary license.

[Lefty]

Me poisonally, I like s m a big spyderman now an again

its the black widders what scarezez the piss

outen of me.

OR

[DonQuixote]

There is that, and the NEW Spidey is pretty nice.

Pictures & Photos of Andrew Garfield - IMDb

He seems to have a lot more personality (at least in the role) than Toby Maguire does.

[Lefty]

No one is to touch the stuff in this post except for Kuli

and his best s/o Bammer.

[DonQuixote]

Pet Treats? My cousin bakes them and sells them, too.

[DonQuixote]

Oh, I almost forgot.

There was a recent conversation on that other forum like place with our nephew from SD by way of Cupertino and back again.

He was complaining about the 59F AM temps in Cupertino, after his tenure in SD and then that Island in the Occident.

He was invited both to Alberta in January and then on over to here in February.

I just saw this pic, and he came to mind - only because of the time frame, not because of the poor pooch.

Just one of the potential benefits of our collective necks of the woods (the guy from Alberta and mine).

[DonQuixote]

Being Green

Checking out at the store, the young cashier suggested to the older woman, that she should bring her own grocery bags because plastic bags weren't good for the environment.

The woman apologized and explained, "We didn't have this green thing back in my earlier days."

The young clerk responded, "That's our problem today. Your generation did not care enough to save our environment f
or future generations."

She was right -- our generation didn't have the green thing in its day.

Back then, we returned milk bottles, soda bottles and beer bottles to the store. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles over and over. So they really were truely recycled.

But we didn't have the green thing back in our day.

Grocery stores bagged our groceries in brown paper bags, that we reused for numerous things, most memorable besides household garbage bags, was the use of brown paper bags as book covers for our schoolbooks. This was to ensure that public property, (the books provided for our use by the school) was not defaced by our scribblings. Then we were able to personalize our books on the brown paper bags.

But too bad we didn't do the green thing back then.

We walked up stairs, because we didn't have an escalator in every store and office building. We walked to the grocery store and didn't climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time we had to go two blocks.

But she was right. We didn't have the green thing in our day.

Back then, we washed the baby's diapers because we didn't have the throwaway kind. We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy-gobbling machine burning up 220 volts -- wind and solar power really did dry our clothes back in our early days. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing.

But that young lady is right; we didn't have the green thing back in our day.

Back then, we had one TV, or radio, in the house -- not a TV in every room. And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief (remember them?), not a screen the size of the state of Montana. In the kitchen, we blended and stirred by hand because we didn't have electric machines to do everything for us. When we packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, we used wadded up old newspapers to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap. Back then, we didn't fire up an engine and burn gasoline just to cut the lawn. We used a push mower that ran on human power. We exercised by working so we didn't need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity.

But she's right; we didn't have the green thing back then.

We drank from a fountain when we were thirsty instead of using a cup or a plastic bottle every time we had a drink of water. We refilled writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and we replaced the razor blades in a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull.

But we didn't have the green thing back then.

Back then, people took the streetcar or a bus and kids rode their bikes to school or walked instead of turning their moms into a 24-hour taxi service. We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And we didn't need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 23,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest burger joint.

But isn't it sad the current generation laments how wasteful we old folks were just because we didn't have the green thing back then?

Please forward this on to another selfish old person who needs a lesson in conservation from a smartass young person.

We don't like being old in the first place, so it doesn't take much to piss us off.

[swerve]

Praise WHATEVER GOD may be out there that WE live in TODAY!!!



*sent from my iPhone*

[DonQuixote]

Just hanging around . . .

[DonQuixote]

I am posting this on behalf of the author, who cannot come to the forum at the non . . .

Moving On

by wolfe

yEs I Was Old.
nOw I am dEad.

get Over iT.
I have.

WhAt I doan
have To hAve is

no more Aches
No more MYstery pains

or mystERY faces staring, asking
rEmemBer me? I didn’t

Swear I smelled the ocean you
swore and said this is DeNver.

but I smelled it and heard the gulls
felt the WaVes lapping tired feet.

A cinnabar breeze across my shoulder
fresh bACon in the pan

The clock and its
inExorabLe toll gone

DepenDs and
dePENdency gone.

Shed tEaRs, copious TeArS
its My tea party

for two and HE said
yOu’ll geT invited

in DuE time,
HIS due time.

[DonQuixote]

Here's a little story for a bit of fun.

Sounds like a Little Leftyism to me.
Maybe that's where I've seen it before.

[Kyanimal]

'Neath the galleon moon
Our future is not ours to see
A mystery wrapped in an enigma
Before our very eyes

On the feet of soft, grey fog
He will not see me stopping here
Four score, and seven years ago
Two if by sea ...

What light through yonder window breaks?
If only I knew THEN what I know NOW!
Let down your hair!
What big teeth you have!

And in the gloaming
Where the deep purple falls
Thank you for the plumbs
Thank you for the fish

If ever there was a Time
Keeps on ticking
To be continued
Order NOW!

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

[DonQuixote]

The answer, of course, is 42.

So long, and thanks for ALL the fish . . .

And now for something completely different . . .

[DonQuixote]

I do not like Green Eggs and Ham,
I do not like them, Sam I am.
I do not like them in a pan
or on a plate
or by a gate
(Or whatever the real words are!)

Then there's the next phase of the story . . .