Well here we are at Week 257.
There’s been many a time when we’ve commented on an unsuccessful submission and stated that there was no emotion. Or that the emotion wasn’t strong enough. We’ve never once stated that the emotion was too over the top.
That realisation gave me the idea for today’s posting.
Continue reading “Week 257 – Misplaced Logic, Motivation And A Meltdown.”
Well hello there Chinas!! (A nod to Rikki Fulton. He always deserves a mention at this time of year.)
Here we are at the first Saturday posting of 2020 with Week 255.
It’s great to be back.
All the best to all of you for the coming year.
Both me and Diane behaved ourselves over the festivities but unfortunately we had to arrange some bail for Nik.
He had an unfortunate incident with a Twin-Tub and an Aardvark.
Continue reading “Week 255 – Religious Aardvarks, Artichokes And Toasting Toasts”
Clad only in oil-stained mechanic’s trousers and work boots, Dobrosky attacked the ground outside his single-story apartment. Two, three, four scoops before metal squealed on something hard. This was not in his plan. He dropped the shovel and let it clatter on the sidewalk.
It was cold enough to freeze your balls off; he wanted nothing more than to be back at home, sitting in his big green recliner and sipping a hot cup of cocoa with little marshmallows floating in it. But no, the little bastards needed their toys. That was bad; worse was that those toys had gotten more complicated (and more expensive to make) over the years. Once upon a time, a little red truck or a simple rag doll would have been enough. Hell, even the days of the Etch A Sketch and Easy-Bake Ovens hadn’t been so bad. A few brats burned themselves with those ovens, but was that his fault? No, siree; they’d asked for ‘em, and they’d gotten ‘em.
I have no friends but the words talk to me. They don’t say what I read, they say something else.
When I was young I read what I heard. I was diagnosed as being dyslexic but I ignored everyone and concentrated on listening to the words. I hid in that diagnosis for many years.
Sometimes the words make me smile, sometimes they make me cry but most of all they make me curious.
I wanted to drink its blood.
Because it never wanted to know me.
But I didn’t bite.
Continue reading “White Is Best by Hugh Cron. Warning – Strong Adult Content.”
“Someone once said that life prepares you for what it throws at you.
Man O’ fuck! That’s a very wise and comforting thought for coping.
According to numerology the energy represented by the number 250 resonates with intuition and introspection.
I was not aware of this.
It also resonates with human relationships and recognizes that relationships are the glue that hold things together.
Continue reading “Week 250 – Reflection, Rumination and Making Glue From Horses”
Alan joined his sister.
“You OK Trish?”
“I’m getting there. I’m no good with this.”
“I know, you can’t handle a hamster dying never mind anything else.
Continue reading “Mannie The Moocher by Hugh Cron – Warning – Strong Language.”
I was too young to remember the day my Granddad past away but the night my Gran died, the swans came.
I don’t mean that she had anything to do with them, it was just that I noticed them that night.
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