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Monday, November 20, 2017

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DOOMSDAY PREPPERS. EPISODE 2

Phew! Gran here. For the purpose of this diary entry call me Narg. I've just signed up for Obama care. The President assured me even though we now live in a missile silo buried deep in the woods of Alaska, we should make a point of 'health priority'. How do i know the President? He saw my varicose veins on a vain dating site and tweeted me. His exact words,"Gran, those legs look like they may have launched a thousand ships." I tweeted right back from my underground nuclear powered laptop. Ticked the cheeky chap off. "Dear Mr. President, thank you for your... Read More

ONION RINGS.riginal.

Bill Bulb was just that. Bulbous. Short, round. His anatomical rotundness gave the townsfolk the impression that if he fell over his little legs, his short neck, supporting his little round head, would all retract automatically upon unbalance. Rolling down the steep lush onion land until the human ball came to rest.Rocked several times in the drainage cleft nature had gouged to drain the fertile soil. Like some of those multi- legged little scurry bout black hard -cased shell crawlers that defensively retract when picked up by an inquisitive kid. Instinctively waiting... Read More

DEAD UNLUCKY. RIGINAL.

They were chamber made. Confined. Except for her.The other four kept to themselves. He, though, intrigued, remarked on her unusual jacket. She ignored him. You know the sort. Standoffish, aloof, self possessed,"look at me, i'm special"...a real hard case. Everyone had seen her. Someone remarked they had rolled round with her briefly. "In your dreams" he thought.

He slept soundly. Snapped awake, alert, ready to go. Was today the day he'd die? Something bad had happened. He could feel the tension. He knew, felt it, they would be in close company today. He... Read More

A MESSAGE FROM SPLIT ENS. RIGINAL.

Greetings humans. My name is ENS. I was left behind on Mars by my parents who were at their dry wits ens, to warn off any intrusion on my home town of Mars should any of you be silly enough to attempt to land after you punch the crap out of each other following a two year trip of madness. Moon madness. That's right, although you will be chosen from the best of your species you are inferior mentally to our race. Hence you will board your stupid little space ship, moon around eating big Macs drinking large cokes, bored, finally succumbing to madness of... Read More

WHY DO PEOPLE SAY THAT? RIGINAL

It was the year that metaphorical died. Literally speaking! Spoken chewed over lauded metaphor became literal. How it started no one knew.

Some said it was the profundity of online courses dripped in the honey of imperfect perfection that heralded the 'change.' Theologians and indeed wise politicians, (nearly extinct due to the advent of 'over voting' cull) ruminated, threw ideas around, puzzled, charged overly, nothing came to light of substance.

Scientists couldn't work out whether an alien planet some millions of miles away nearby, had... Read More

The right to education is one of the basic human rights and in the 21st century it is finally being proven how important it is to get proper education in order to stand in line for well-paid jobs. Today you cannot hope to become a wanted worker if you do not invest in your education. But what can we invest today, when the economy of the whole world is going through such tumultuous times? Education has never before been so crucial and important for people and yet, it seems that less and less money is given to state-owned schools. It seems that the future of education lies in private schools... Read More

WORDS CAN'T DESCRIBE THE PAIN. riginal.

Ms.Dash the coroner examined the body of the deceased metaphor, her grief and brief as a coroner, full stop, was indeed to metaphrase, examine and report on the tragic demise, to the officer, a comma man. Graphic spoke,",,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,"

The female body on the stainless steel tray with the overhead tringle,reposed beautifully as it had done in life, only stiffer. Graphic Scene, the investigating officer, wanted no minikin to deter him from his job. That of an investigating officer struggling to avoid the taunts from his... Read More

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Musings Of A Poet

Agree Barb, throwing the baby out with the bath water 'aint the answer. Take care. :>)

Musings Of A Poet

I know Rigina, when it takes a week for legite comments to appear it is upsetting, and it is killing the site slowly. Surely there must be a better way to address the spammers and floggers. Also taking away ratings if you do not post in a period of...

Musings Of A Poet

ed i was one of the original complainers about people using this site to flog their stuff. Now legite comments don't show?


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