Wonder in Dappled Chevallier

bing bong

Mon, 04 May 2009 10:28:05 +0200

the time clock stopped
hector got off and chicken jumped.
then he got back on
and the clock went 'pop'
and the chicken locked all the guns in the shop.

(to be sung to the tune of "Lord of the Dance").

Goodnight.

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Wonder in dappled chevallier - A lead pipe into the plasticine embrace of a swan woman

Fri, 10 Feb 2006 21:42:17 +0100

The great wish it here in Torino of the North. Watch sky and have first like the kiss under a moon. Follow the piper and make fortune with my eyes. You no be the fool by this cloud and the under pastel.

Watch for the face bedecks the wilting lily in bright clothes that do both drape and fold like the windwiper. Oh more bold than that the tree. Bundles, brash bedracken fall and then boom cash crash spoon and a thousand over the underside.

Good night. Hector is unable to send pictures at present.

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Afternoon: a short depart until the return

Fri, 10 Feb 2006 15:34:14 +0100

Accept, if you can, the situation. It is a day of those like before the windytree, when the Simons walked the earth with tigers and elephants. In the days like those we only had the climbing frame and the kiln to call our very nimble and our elderly side, young.

Now, I am old. The time has come for the biscuits to be moved into the lamp and for the rose to be placed above the hand of a glibbing crosper and the dishes shwoon’d to the apple of the monkey’s spatula.

Enough. Time becomes like the teapot. A symberline; a welted smuttle; the only test of the forks.

Good afternoone.

Hector

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(Wonder in Dappled Chevallier) Befroe begn’ng. A more simply taime.

Thu, 09 Feb 2006 11:46:25 +0100

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Mansfield's Arc (semi finale..)

Tue, 07 Feb 2006 18:30:20 +0100

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Chess: the mastery of Clocks. A season of pencils.

Thu, 02 Feb 2006 13:41:25 +0100

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INSERTION: THE FORMULAIC: A WUESTOUNE

Wed, 01 Feb 2006 20:56:32 +0100

In the middle of Tyme, question hath asked been of Eye: "What are you, the Hamulec?" Spirit doth I find in this the remark, food. And the correction? It is beneath.

1. What is your name?
Questboren Webb.

2. What you address?
5 Sisterly Street, Monkey House Captain, The Mustard Seed.

3. Where did you last eat?
The Kitten and Wolf, Stooping Buxtimer, Kentishburyside

4. Spiders or Mice?
Of course.

5. 12182384343949304?
Most the fundamental. It is the great inquisitor, time that doth behold the lark gibbon.

6. When did you first cry?
Morgan, a moongoose.

7. What is a Talkerty Tree?
It the most incle. The best beforewaine skwart.

8. Chemistry: your opinion?
No.

9. Wet, hot soup: the triangle?
Indeed. It is the wizard.

10. Thank you for your time.
Kind regard.

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