09-18-2008, 10:26 AM | #161 (permalink) |
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The medium helped them both, channeling their energies,
so their combined powers could manifest anything they put their minds to. Unlimited power and control could be theirs if they so chose. (They chose Barbados, and enough plane or boat tickets for all their friends and family to come visit whenever they so desired.) |
09-27-2008, 08:46 AM | #162 (permalink) |
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Location: South Minneapolis, somewhere near the gorgeous gorge
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It turned out to be an island somewhere near Barbados, and since they didn't even know where they were, they gave up all hope, and decided to enjoy the rest of their lives anyway.
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10-11-2008, 06:56 AM | #165 (permalink) |
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But this time he dove too deep, never to return.
His adventure was over. Perhaps he would return again one day, a reconstituted character in another meandering tale. That was up to The Muses. For now, for Snoddy, for Runni, for El-Ty Spitz, for Zoie, for the hot dog vendor, for Tippy Canoe and Tyler too, this was The End La Fin Das Ende O Fim Конец El Final That's All She Wrote |
10-11-2008, 10:08 AM | #167 (permalink) |
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Location: South Minneapolis, somewhere near the gorgeous gorge
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Yeah, well, I can play as well as a zombie as a living human being. (Just ask the St. Paul Police.) I don't believe this story is over yet, progenitor. So I offer:
He came up yet again, a providential accident, and was rewarded by Runni with more wondrous moistness.
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10-11-2008, 10:26 AM | #169 (permalink) |
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Location: South Minneapolis, somewhere near the gorgeous gorge
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"My Runni!", Snoddy exclaimed, "This pearl from the sea looks even more wonderful wonderful in your presence, with your essence glistening on its surface."
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10-11-2008, 12:50 PM | #172 (permalink) |
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"Runni, your countenance perplexes me. Are you glowing, or glowering? There is a supremely sensual, yet deliciously wicked look upon your brow. I cannot discern if you want to kiss me or kill me! Have your way with me Runni, go ahead, kill me. Kill me over and over again. It doesn't matter because The Muses have spoken and I have been renewed. Once, I was hanging by a thread, seemingly forgotten and drifting nearer and nearer to obsolescence. But not now. Not now, Runni. Now, I live! I live like I've never lived before. Look at me Runni! I have even changed my name. I am no longer Snoddy. I am Snoddi. Snoddi with an i, because I will not be cast aside. I will not be discarded. I will not be the baby who is thrown out with the bath water. To hell with my progenitor! Praise be to The Muses. Runni, tell me! Tell me what you will. And, tell me why I am speaking this way."
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10-12-2008, 10:34 AM | #173 (permalink) |
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Location: South Minneapolis, somewhere near the gorgeous gorge
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Runni thought for only a moment before grabbing both his ears and resuming, without replying. (She didn't know exactly why he was speaking that way, but she did know what she liked.)
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10-12-2008, 10:52 AM | #176 (permalink) |
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Later that afternoon, as Snoddy stepped out of the shower,
he noticed the wet footprints he made on the gray concrete. He held on to the artistic idea that formed then, long enough to recreate his earlier vision. He placed his feet onto a large piece of drawing paper. Using his favorite pen, he traced the outline of both of his feet. He then cut out these patterns, all the while noticing....how much his feet resembled ..WINGS! |
10-12-2008, 10:57 AM | #177 (permalink) |
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Location: South Minneapolis, somewhere near the gorgeous gorge
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"Uh-oh!" he thought, mysteriously remembering an earlier incarnation, & ran back to Runni, who was laying in an endorphin stupor.
"Runni, wake up," he cried, "Does my hair resemble feathers again?"
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10-12-2008, 11:11 AM | #179 (permalink) |
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Location: South Minneapolis, somewhere near the gorgeous gorge
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"My goddess, you are brave! And insatiable," Snoddy exclaimed in awe.
"I must thank you for both these things, but as soon as we're done here, won't you please inspect my plumage?" Then he tended to his task...
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10-12-2008, 11:16 AM | #181 (permalink) |
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Location: South Minneapolis, somewhere near the gorgeous gorge
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In a manner of speaking, he was preening his beloved, but his tongue was getting a little tired, and he was still worried about the possibility of feathers.
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10-23-2008, 02:40 AM | #183 (permalink) |
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A deep male voice asked her, "What do you desire my child?". Before she could even think of a response, she looked up, and there he was. It was Russell Johnson. With his pope hat on. He turned down the volume on his jam box made of bamboo and coconuts...
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10-28-2008, 06:48 AM | #186 (permalink) |
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Location: South Minneapolis, somewhere near the gorgeous gorge
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At last, with the voice of reason reinserting itself, Runni & Snoddy remembered what they'd rather be doing, & ran off & did so...
Somewhat more satisfied, they painted a tranquil scene, together, & enjoyed the same Corona.
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10-29-2008, 05:13 PM | #188 (permalink) |
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They chose The Green Fairy. Because what's better than getting drunk than tripping while you're drinking. Thujon or not thujon...that is the non-question...
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11-01-2008, 06:09 AM | #190 (permalink) |
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But there was one question nagging Snoodi. Although the two of them were metaphysical beings and none of the affairs of the world even interested them, it gets boring sometimes being above the constraints of time, space and other shit. So Snorty voiced his musing aloud..."Is it racist to presume that most or all black people in early voting lines are voting for Obama?"...
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11-01-2008, 07:55 AM | #191 (permalink) |
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Snoodi handed Snorty a tissue, five seconds before his
(generic his) truth came snorting forth, that happened to coincide with many of his brethren. Snoodi and Snorty gathered those of like mind and they went out to the garage. They cleaned and oiled the two ancient printing presses. Soon....fourteen thousand eight hundred and forty three copies of, 'The Hundreth Monkey,' were ready for distribution. It was time for a good soaking, inside, and out. |
11-04-2008, 03:35 AM | #193 (permalink) |
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They had so much sex they didn't know if they were coming or going. They realized that they had forgotten to vote. So down to the local voting place they went. After having stood in line a very long time, Snoopy made a phone call. "Who are you calling?", she asked. "My doctor of course. Don't you remember the commercials that say to call one if an election lasts more than four hours?!?!..."
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11-12-2008, 04:27 AM | #196 (permalink) |
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When they discovered who had won they also discovered something about each other. They had voted differently. At first this caused some erectile dysfunction for Snoddi but Runni reluctantly agreed to wear a Sarah Palin or Cindy McCain mask in bed until he got over it...
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11-12-2008, 08:22 PM | #197 (permalink) |
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Location: South Minneapolis, somewhere near the gorgeous gorge
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Then they switched masks and had some more wild imaginary activity.
Runni got angry, snatched a few guts, and put them both in the vicinity of Barbados.
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11-14-2008, 07:51 AM | #198 (permalink) |
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As the ship approached Barbados,
they caught a whiff of the Wint-O-Green fields, long before they appeared on the horizon. Dizzy and stumbling, their sea legs became acccustomed to solid ground once again. They built a Yurt, using 25 extra large black flannel sleeping bags. The hundreth anniversary of the Spark Festival, would begin at sunset. |
11-14-2008, 08:49 AM | #199 (permalink) |
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It wasn't long before they spoke about how much they missed washing down their butter pies with Ceylon tea sweetened with Manuka honey.
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11-28-2008, 09:54 AM | #200 (permalink) |
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Location: South Minneapolis, somewhere near the gorgeous gorge
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Their multiple appetites were temporarily satisfied, and they reclined on the deck and dreamily watched their destination approach.
"Snoddi!". Runni suddenly cried, "What the heck is that?" Barely able to focus, Snoddi took several moments to reply...
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