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BS: Nonsense

J-boy 10 May 11 - 12:57 AM
J-boy 10 May 11 - 12:59 AM
catspaw49 10 May 11 - 01:00 AM
Georgiansilver 10 May 11 - 01:50 AM
J-boy 10 May 11 - 02:05 AM
J-boy 10 May 11 - 02:37 AM
GUEST,Eliza 10 May 11 - 03:35 AM
Mrrzy 10 May 11 - 10:52 AM
Bill D 10 May 11 - 11:19 AM
Bill D 10 May 11 - 11:25 AM
Georgiansilver 10 May 11 - 11:49 AM
Ed T 10 May 11 - 12:32 PM
Dave the Gnome 10 May 11 - 01:05 PM
gnu 10 May 11 - 01:12 PM
Smokey. 10 May 11 - 01:31 PM
GUEST,Eliza 10 May 11 - 01:47 PM
gnu 10 May 11 - 02:00 PM
Smokey. 10 May 11 - 02:07 PM
Georgiansilver 10 May 11 - 02:58 PM
Dave the Gnome 10 May 11 - 03:51 PM
Ed T 10 May 11 - 03:56 PM
Smokey. 10 May 11 - 08:03 PM
Bill D 10 May 11 - 08:58 PM
Bill D 10 May 11 - 09:00 PM
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Smokey. 10 May 11 - 09:12 PM
Bill D 10 May 11 - 09:17 PM
Smokey. 10 May 11 - 09:33 PM
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GUEST,Guest from Sanity 10 May 11 - 11:04 PM
J-boy 11 May 11 - 12:52 AM
GUEST,Guest from Sanity 11 May 11 - 01:53 AM
maeve 11 May 11 - 11:49 AM
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Smokey. 11 May 11 - 04:34 PM
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Amos 11 May 11 - 06:50 PM
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J-boy 12 May 11 - 12:34 AM
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Subject: BS: Nonsense
From: J-boy
Date: 10 May 11 - 12:57 AM

My corn flew toward the wind my sissy cat made. Strangles of morrow had to be grown. Happy in ochre the flowers recieve.


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Subject: RE: BS: Nonsense
From: J-boy
Date: 10 May 11 - 12:59 AM

Who's next?


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Subject: RE: BS: Nonsense
From: catspaw49
Date: 10 May 11 - 01:00 AM

Read Kendall's birthday thread.................


Spaw


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Subject: RE: BS: Nonsense
From: Georgiansilver
Date: 10 May 11 - 01:50 AM

Plenty the mire that holds the lover transfixed. Duty bound he holds his end up. Finely she hones the instrument to it's highest state.


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Subject: RE: BS: Nonsense
From: J-boy
Date: 10 May 11 - 02:05 AM

All my trees are one with fur. Ghoulish be whatnots pray to learn.


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Subject: RE: BS: Nonsense
From: J-boy
Date: 10 May 11 - 02:37 AM

Holy Shit! I'm channeling Dylan Thomas!


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Subject: RE: BS: Nonsense
From: GUEST,Eliza
Date: 10 May 11 - 03:35 AM

Weave we the web,
The warp is woof.

(With apologies to Beowulf)


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Subject: RE: BS: Nonsense
From: Mrrzy
Date: 10 May 11 - 10:52 AM

Colorless green ideas sleep furiously?


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Subject: RE: BS: Nonsense
From: Bill D
Date: 10 May 11 - 11:19 AM

Incontinent mazurkas anticlimactically recapitulate gregarious, ontological mesomorphs.


(if you don't make all words 3 syllables or more, you're a piker)


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Subject: RE: BS: Nonsense
From: Bill D
Date: 10 May 11 - 11:25 AM

(I often compose stream of consciousness sentences like that at night, instead of counting sheep, to help me get to sleep. If it takes more than 3 seconds to add a word, I have to start over...and my rule is no word can be repeated on a given night.)


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Subject: RE: BS: Nonsense
From: Georgiansilver
Date: 10 May 11 - 11:49 AM

Too many here are inebriated with the exuberance of their own verbosity!!


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Subject: RE: BS: Nonsense
From: Ed T
Date: 10 May 11 - 12:32 PM

It's an under the hand table deal.


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Subject: RE: BS: Nonsense
From: Dave the Gnome
Date: 10 May 11 - 01:05 PM

Why, certainly, I'll hace your whelk. How do we do it? Volume!

DtG
(copying furiously from Pterry)


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Subject: RE: BS: Nonsense
From: gnu
Date: 10 May 11 - 01:12 PM

Poppycock all.


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Subject: RE: BS: Nonsense
From: Smokey.
Date: 10 May 11 - 01:31 PM

I refuse to be drawn into such barnacled mandrakes of loose pudding varieties. "Mangle lubricant!" I hear you cry. Well, let this gently toast by the drains of fetid imagination - since when did greasy thimbles bulge from between the archives of gloomy tentacles? Yes, the graying hydrogen is at its meekest when knives dance and fancies mingle. Moist giblets are the true idiots of a stiff bargain, and numerous feet dissolve laterally.


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Subject: RE: BS: Nonsense
From: GUEST,Eliza
Date: 10 May 11 - 01:47 PM

Something from Rambling Sid Rumpo (aka Kenneth Williams) might be appropriate here!


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Subject: RE: BS: Nonsense
From: gnu
Date: 10 May 11 - 02:00 PM

Wanna buy some Mandies Bob?


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Subject: RE: BS: Nonsense
From: Smokey.
Date: 10 May 11 - 02:07 PM

Pampered fetlocks. The racket blooms while flinging gravel, but zealous harbingers only blight the corridors of stunted blistering, save for the cheery particles by which a crinoline would stutter. Mindfully Speaking.


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Subject: RE: BS: Nonsense
From: Georgiansilver
Date: 10 May 11 - 02:58 PM

OK you want some nonsense.. here is some.. read this as it is written and try the spell checker on it after.....
    My smell checker came wither pea sea, Hit plainly demon-straits miss steaks eye cant sea. Eyes trike keys, type hay whirred hand weight four hit two say weather eye em wrung oar write, Hit shoals me strait aweigh has hay mist ache his maid. Hit nose bee fore lung hand eye can putt the herr or rite, Hits rare lea wrung. Eye halve rung this peace threw it, Eye ham shore yore pleased hits litter perfect awl the weigh.


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Subject: RE: BS: Nonsense
From: Dave the Gnome
Date: 10 May 11 - 03:51 PM

Smokey - Wasn't that from a Moody Blues or Yes Albium?

:D tG


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Subject: RE: BS: Nonsense
From: Ed T
Date: 10 May 11 - 03:56 PM

Silly bunts.


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Subject: RE: BS: Nonsense
From: Smokey.
Date: 10 May 11 - 08:03 PM

DtG:

Not to my knowledge, unless a remarkable coincidence has occurred, although yes albium dogs the fruitless bastions of nightly detriment. Forthright toothsome straddling mocks but few soft pairs of evening wetness, and yet gristle laughs like an artificial ferret concerto. So... "tricycle, tricycle" - as it will doubtless fondly plummet more often than not, and horned blankets are obviously drifting further across. Wistful is the beckoning suet and blameless is the tragic optimal substitute. No trumpet can grease the back of beyond without fortified hypnosis leggings, however well intentioned.


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Subject: RE: BS: Nonsense
From: Bill D
Date: 10 May 11 - 08:58 PM

I KNEW there would be a sneaky wayto do this.

Are you using one, Smokey?


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Subject: RE: BS: Nonsense
From: Bill D
Date: 10 May 11 - 09:00 PM

This came from one:

"A flailing monkey is f***ing cosmopolitan, having a trained assassin stay overnight, letting heartbreaking lies roll over us like a summer breeze."


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Subject: RE: BS: Nonsense
From: Bill D
Date: 10 May 11 - 09:03 PM

this is from another:

"If a bubble bath writes a love letter to some curse over a gypsy, then a slovenly toothache procrastinates. Desdemona and I took the midwife toward a taxidermist (with a wobbly toothache, the womanly piroshki, a few cream puffs, and the bubble bath living with a shadow) to arrive at a state of intimacy where we can knowingly find subtle faults with our swamp. Now and then, the slyly wily bonbon plans an escape from the bicep about a curse a shadow. Now and then, some shadow living with the philosopher tries to seduce a single-handledly rhetorical tenor. "


Tsk! cheating!


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Subject: RE: BS: Nonsense
From: Smokey.
Date: 10 May 11 - 09:12 PM

Are you using one, Smokey?

Bill, I wouldn't use one even if the last shuffle was bulbous. It would simply be without perforations or vertical wanderings. Do you take me for a stencil, or oddly an extrusion of palpitations? Flightless crust.. the deviation of sinking rectitude..


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Subject: RE: BS: Nonsense
From: Bill D
Date: 10 May 11 - 09:17 PM

well.. I AM sorry! My exultations know few turnips! Allow my clavicle a presumptive reduction in voluminous gladiolus!


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Subject: RE: BS: Nonsense
From: Smokey.
Date: 10 May 11 - 09:33 PM

Bill, if you don't mind me being holistically superfluous, your clavicle has an unalienable right to turpitude, thick frothy mammals, and many, many brackets. May the fertile grin of cautionary by-products be yours for the duration.


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Subject: RE: BS: Nonsense
From: Smokey.
Date: 10 May 11 - 10:16 PM

Do not the iron pangs of mystic desolation compound the edges of grumbling putrifaction? Will blossoming tripe ever tinkle again and linger in the swooping heresies of mundane trousers? NEVER! I say, and it's a damn shame.


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Subject: RE: BS: Nonsense
From: Smokey.
Date: 10 May 11 - 10:52 PM

Morbid snuffling rakes weary tombstones over the baleful old limp truss of dubious origin - but greater still is the eye of wrinkled sarcasm for which a notion bends. Many's the bucket that leaked tears of pride in vain, only to be ostracised. They are blind fools, and I want no part of it. Forgive me for speaking my mind, it is not my intention to offend, merely to illuminate.


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Subject: RE: BS: Nonsense
From: GUEST,Guest from Sanity
Date: 10 May 11 - 11:04 PM

Stopped by to pick up a six pack of question marks, but all he had was a lemon flavored hubcap from a World War I chicken pie. I thought they worked so I paid him five of last weeks lizards.

GfS


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Subject: RE: BS: Nonsense
From: J-boy
Date: 11 May 11 - 12:52 AM

Octupi walk upon the terrace. Feats of victory blaze in his morning of sardines! Weary? Such is the price of caramel.


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Subject: RE: BS: Nonsense
From: GUEST,Guest from Sanity
Date: 11 May 11 - 01:53 AM

I know.

GfS


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Subject: RE: BS: Nonsense
From: maeve
Date: 11 May 11 - 11:49 AM

Refresh for a triple hitter


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Subject: RE: BS: Nonsense
From: GUEST,Guest from Sanity
Date: 11 May 11 - 12:38 PM

My earlier post should read: "Stopped by to pick up a six pack of question marks, but all he had was a lemon flavored hubcap from a World War I amphibious chicken pie. I thought they worked, so I paid him five of last weeks lizards."

GfS

Triple hitter??


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Subject: RE: BS: Nonsense
From: Smokey.
Date: 11 May 11 - 04:34 PM

I'm glad you made that correction, GfS - for a while there I thought you were talking complete rubbish. I didn't comment because electric gussets are intolerably fortuitous when the rude bannisters glow. Just as well, really.


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Subject: RE: BS: Nonsense
From: GUEST,Guest from Sanity
Date: 11 May 11 - 04:40 PM

Yes, well, I omitted a perfectly descriptive word that changed the whole meaning..you know me, I hate to mislead anyone.....

gfS


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Subject: RE: BS: Nonsense
From: Smokey.
Date: 11 May 11 - 05:58 PM

Well, you know what they say, GfS... and unlikely though it may seem, drizzle is the sirloin of opportunity.


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Subject: RE: BS: Nonsense
From: GUEST,Eliza
Date: 11 May 11 - 06:05 PM

I think you mean 'T-bone', Smokey. It's a common mistake. 'Sirloin' applies only to discrepancy, not opportunity.


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Subject: RE: BS: Nonsense
From: Smokey.
Date: 11 May 11 - 06:34 PM

I'm afraid I have to disagree with you there, Eliza, though I can see why you might think that, from the point of view of classic literature. By 'sirloin' I meant it in the strictest sense - rubber straps and vast acreage over three. My own uncle was a small but imposing garden shed in the gaseous state, so I know what I'm talking about. No offence, y'understand. "Dank bunting always reaps the following." ;-)


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Subject: RE: BS: Nonsense
From: Amos
Date: 11 May 11 - 06:50 PM

You guys write much better when you don't have to say anything.


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Subject: RE: BS: Nonsense
From: Smokey.
Date: 11 May 11 - 06:51 PM

Please don't think I'm saying you're a patterned gantry or anything - nothing was further from my mind. Nautical splints would seldom cross between clusters of green, I assure you.


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Subject: RE: BS: Nonsense
From: Smokey.
Date: 11 May 11 - 06:59 PM

Amos, are you wearing a chicken costume??


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Subject: RE: BS: Nonsense
From: GUEST,Guest from Sanity
Date: 11 May 11 - 11:32 PM

Here have fun with this piece of frustration, most writers deal with......

This bit of 'poetry' from Yours Truly, is best, if read aloud..even if you're alone!!......
(Copyrighted, too)



               Poetic Nightmare


As I sit here poking, torturing my mind,
Trying to create a poem; prose of some damn kind,
It seemed my mind had come a blank…a void…
This lack of flow had me feeling terribly annoyed…


Vacuum reigned, where just before, a universe of light and sound
Came rushing through…a babbling brook of wit with prose be crowned.
And bursting out between my ears, in subtlety profound,
In brilliant, philosophic verse, nailed Heaven to the ground…


With glee I jumped and grabbed my pen, and hastened to my desk,
I grabbed some writing paper, and as I bent o'er the test,
My mind wot tantalize and tease, went south just like a bird,
I sat there like a statue couldn't catch a bloody word…


I sat for fifteen minutes, then a half an hour fled,
I sighed, and put my pen away, and made my way to bed.
My head just touched the pillow, as I settled in my rack,
And as I was about to snore, the poem came rushing back!…


The poem blared forth it's mighty song, with flashing lights once more,
I stumbled toward the study, bashed my toe upon the door,
I took my pen up once again, and my mind went south,
Exasperation turned to rage, teeth grinding in my mouth.
"Whore!" I shouted, as I hit myself upside my head,
"Oh well, I guess it can't be helped, the Hell with it!" I said…


"This time I'll call the tune," I said, and took a sleeping pill,
I took one made of opium, "I'll sleep straight through, I will."
But in the middle of the night I woke up once again,
And blearily I said, "Aha!" and grabbing for my pen,
I scribbled woozily these thoughts of angels, God and men:


             "As I look a garbled fawn, did gribble for te tune
             A bibble screen a dappled gik, a beefy farn to swoon
            'sigarbled farb' I said with glee, as doody took a dip
             And God does frammleruff with the sun stars and the moon!



As I went back to sleep a happy 'me' again
I thought that I'd just written down a masterpiece, a gem.
I'd forgotten 'bout that opium sleeping pill I took at ten,
And in the morning when I woke, with quivering hand I read
The sample I have writ above, which must be o'er my head.



At least it rhymed.




Guest from Sanity


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Subject: RE: BS: Nonsense
From: Smokey.
Date: 12 May 11 - 12:33 AM

Famished mordent! I am truly beside the seaside. Sheer corrugation with custard to boot. What more can I say?


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Subject: RE: BS: Nonsense
From: J-boy
Date: 12 May 11 - 12:34 AM

Conflagitous! Hardy to the Sanity One is founded my ice cream!


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Subject: RE: BS: Nonsense
From: GUEST,Guest from Sanity
Date: 12 May 11 - 12:41 AM


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Subject: RE: BS: Nonsense
From: GUEST,Guest from Sanity
Date: 12 May 11 - 12:42 AM

NOW you're getting personal!!!!!

GfS


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Subject: RE: BS: Nonsense
From: Smokey.
Date: 12 May 11 - 12:44 AM

I couldn't have put it better myself, but remember - it's everyone's ice cream..


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Subject: RE: BS: Nonsense
From: GUEST,Guest from Sanity
Date: 12 May 11 - 01:00 AM

I Ride My Harley

               'Me'            


   I ride my Harley Davidson, I ride it in the rain.
I ride it all day long, till I don't even know my name.


   I rode it through the chicken coop, up on Mabel's farm.
Then I chased some cows...I wasn't doin' no harm.


   I ride it formation, 'long with forty other dudes
I ride it when I'm snorting coke, or when I'm doin' 'ludes.


   I ride it to the corner store, and then I ride it back,
My kidneys died, and I can't feel my sacroiliac.


    I ride it up two flights of stairs, when going in my house,
my main squeeze left me the other day, called me a dirty louse.


    I ride my Harley every day, I ain't got off to shit,
and now I can't get off at all, because I'm stuck to it.



Guest from Sanity

P.S. Actually, I don't own a Harley, the poem(which can be set to music), was a parody of 'certain' bikers I've seen.


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