... as if a plotting ghost, inaudibly closed her book.

Discussion in 'General Fitness' started by Twittering One, Mar 12, 2006.

  1. ~ * ~

    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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  2. ~ * 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
     
  3. "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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