cosmic rapture

a list of lists I'd like to make

Words not used to describe very much other than the states of mind produced as a result of the impact of photons upon the thing called "hair", eg "brunette", "blonde"

Names of sausages ending with vowels, eg "chipolata"

unconditional dust

Benny Lot of dust in the air this morn. Catches in my throat as I walk the dog, B. Horrible taste of dust in my throat. Worse for B. because he's got weird skin tags growing in his throat that make breathing difficult at the best of times. Unfortunately these are the worst of times. As a rather large Ridgeback B presents an incongruous site coughing and spluttering like a sick child. Actually, he's a ridgeless ridgeback, a mutant, that the breeder wanted to "put down" until we pointed out that as mutants we would be able to provide a good, mutated home for B. BTW, in Africa 'they' once used 'them' to hunt lions. PS> If unconditional love is a sign of enlightenment, then most if not all so-called "animals" are more enlightened than most if not all so-called "people".

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plees freeze flees

desert sand flee Continued from lunching intense

What really happened was... no lunch, no wine, no tribespersons bearing platters of desert delicacies. No deep fried date hearts in scorpion sauce. No.

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lunching intense

On the third day they crossed the Mazzambimbi at Monk’s Fjord and found themselves in the badlands. Trudging through the sand on zir two pairs of legs, stepping gingerly over the rotting carcasses of dead donkeys, even JillJack found it heavy going. “Stop pissing in my ass” ze told zirself crossly.

One man, one woman, one hermaphrodite, one soul-sucking alien monkey and one soul-sucked zombie Albanian ex-organ-grinder: the outcast mutant outlaws were on the case. Their mission?
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what is and what will never be

The isthmus of isness
protrudes into the Sea
of serendipitous stochasticity.

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think size matters

Where thought and brains are concerned, size does matter. In a different, subtler way than one might think. The nature, scope and number of thoughts that can be thunk within a given brain: these things are not completely and comprehensively determined by the raw number of neurons, the brute material amount of grey or white matter of the brain concerned.
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140 bird-brained stupidities

Nowhere to be, and not much to say
last week, next month or even today?
Don't get all sad or twisted and bitter
dumb it down, cut it back, put it on Twitter.

Cats miaow, dogs bark, cows moo and goats bleat
but only a birdie goes tweet tweet tweet tweet
If that makes you that much more twisted and bitterer
you must be a twit, a twat or a twitterer.

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free lunch

yes	no
good	bad
light	dark
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Here's a very strange and interesting experiment: For each pair of words, choose which word goes in which column, so that each column contains words of a similar nature, following the example of the first three pairs in the table at the right. Ready?

Ok, here goes: "night" and "day". Next pair: "right" and "wrong". Next: "black" and "white". Next: "life" and "death". Next: "cold" and "hot" Next: "hate" and "love".

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great misnomers in history

Human rights (human wrongs?)
Real numbers (not as real as other kinds)
Corporate employee communication (managers pretending to talk to managees pretending to listen.)
Human intelligence (nuff said!)
The Final Solution (still not solved)
Negative growth (give me a break)
United Nations (give me another break, but much harder)
Collateral damage (and vertical and horizontal and intra- and infra-lateral death)
Creationist science (the Pope shits in the woods)
Work/life balance (equilibrium reached when hours per week for Work = 67, Life = 67 and Sleep = 35, and care and maintenance of important accessories eg children are outsourced to so-called professionals)

Any more? send 'em in and I'll put 'em up.

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the Seeker's Gift

S was captured by a roving ranger of the Sunnees---a cheerful bombing people---and taken into the cruel, dry heart of a vast and trackless desert populated but thinly by scorpions and fleshbeetles. On arriving at the main encampment of the Sunnees, S was hauled before the tribal chieftain, Islimiri, a tall and rangy man in a loose burnoose sunburnt to within an inch of his life, his broad splayed teeth gleaming bone-white in a leathery face.

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