I haven't been eating well. Indeed.
I am transparent. Creepy.

(This avatar of mine was only supposed to last for a week. I think it depicts some sort of Bunnicula.)

2+4+0=8-2

When here/now interactions
draw their truths from the past or future
seems to me the only way.

(I just wrote the vampire one this afternoon, but I was thinking about you last night:

Jetee, I challenge:
Why fiction's entertainment
needs some suspension?)
:)

I can only extract my own interpreted meaning from what any one ever contemplates, (re: writes) so, I'll postulate on your previous ponderance in that fiction, does need some multiple forms of suspension, though what comes to mind are the primary two: suspension / enveloping dis-/belief is the first, for it requires thought and at times, provoked imagination; the second I have in mind is the suspensed flow / sense of the unfolding story, as it involves the reader and audience to work out preconceived notions, & allows converging, divergent, filler & "catching-up" for those who are invested, and in the end, when asked "how was it?", it's not an instantaneous response. I'd not say half, but a good chunk of whatever it is we call "art" involves individual interpretation into what makes it special.

Can I double-post? We should keep up this (you)-/pong, but we have shed so many personalities over the seasons, I don't even believe we have enough to make up an imagined fist, (re: five) so we can sock it to the combined scourges of those WAs.

Disregarding the above saddened hypothetical of how we are now less than half-a-dozen, (were we ever above a carton at one time, I wonder?) here is my next post, to be issued in the Paper as Art program:

Papertoy Monsters, Meet Zombunny Likes: moldy lettuce and assorted...

To me, that's it exactly,
so you see we set up some echoes
& are in the same ballpark?

(deleted math)

I've lost my train of written individual exposition.

I don't know. This wasn't in my TLTE! queue, but I wholly recommend it.

http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_le...ot00o1_400.jpg
-- (to note: additionally, you may find it fun, to submit, your own.)

Reading the haiku
on my fridge in magnet words
would likely blush you

so long as your pre-produced plastic phrasings do not include curses, I do not believe I'd, outrightly, not like it.

http://farm1.static.flickr.com/107/3...00dcfd4a_m.jpg
(not the exact photo I was looking for, but it fits, the semi-related context)

I bet by the time I post this another post after Jet's frig magnet post will already be there...

oh, well. Can't be right all the time.

Funny, Jet!
The words on my fridge
are for dogs.

ring gave them to me,
once upon a time ago,
some just stay arranged.

I am (still) so hungry.

(unrelated note: I think the Diablo Cody's mock-fanservice!-film, Jennifer's Body, fits the criterion of a movie that is "so bad it's good". I get the references, or at least most of them, and while I'd rather not watch it again, it was probably a very funny film that I sat thru only an hour of it. Maybe this was intentional? It's hard to say.)

on a related note: I like Toast'Ems, too.

Didi you want one, too? I couldn't find the original one I wanted to, which I posted probably almost three years ago.
(most likely it's been deleted from anything but my memory.)

Alright.

http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1153/...ca4334c8_m.jpg
*semi-unrelated

Preferring Toaster Strudel,
I'll eat anything that's handier
than is cooking something up.

Preparation's fun,
don't get me wrong, I'm asking,
but pre-prepared's there!

At this stage in my life, I'm inclined to agree.
And to add: even when I do cook, after clean-up, shut off, plating and washing, my food is not much warmer than it was from whence I started.

I need to clean up before I eat, but I want to just taste something hot once in a while. (my laser-eye beams no longer work.)

Leave the dishes for after,
when you can do them at the same time
as contented digestion?

* -
 

I need an impetus, a query, a search.
I'm not big on motivation, but a quest... helps.


Light a man a fire...

Frequently I clean up as I'm cooking...leaving only my plate/s and utensils for a one minute clean-up.

The local market had quart baskets of strawberries on a deal so I got a couple. Nice berries but not sweet enough for my taste today so I sprinkled them with sugar, let them sit a couple hours, and devoured them a few minutes ago:

http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2...rawberries.jpg

I'm not going to stand for it. This stays (near) on top.

http://beniaminomonaco.tumblr.com/ph...gsfnNZg1qakyf0

Oh! Heya BadNick: remember that Newton illustration/mural you once posted? I followed up on it, and on the same day, found this one artist that creates similar personascapes.

Yes, I did add a "credit" to that Newton one later. I like the ones by the artist above...some have cars and trains which you know I like. Nice women, too. Thank you, Beniamino Monaco

thirty four

days and nights of rain? Good luck to you folks down there.

Thirty eight......

oh...now I see. We're sucking hind tit by that much.

even sucking hinder tit now

But some tit is better than no tit, as unc would attest to.

Thirty six....

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tits on the wall.....

my wife would say that's about 34 too many for me ...not including my own man-tits

I really would like to reply to you all at this time, but this thread, or turn-a-topic, has grown stale.

I'll just apply...

some magic potion, and get rolling... towards the dawn page

It's three-and-a-half of us, against the world.

(I can't believe the Jets and Steelers won. My two-most hated teams in the AFC.)

I'm going to issue a few back-tracked replies from page 602, if you guys don't mind.

I've been flickering in the white zone, that of absolute purgatory, so it will serve me the better to get caught up.

Only about nine more, I believe.

(I'm not one to rally against the issue, but I truly hate the one-sentence 'WTF' spammers.)

Why are we seeking to garner more and more pageviews, and seemingly simple, new conversational threads if these are the only types of members that we can attract?

It's hard being an idealist, grounded in the fact that reality sucks, and time skips.

(And I haven't even finished my 'believe' project, nor I have I completed my calendar, and I'm not even sure to look to find that very elusive memory of very faint Founding Fathers Quote. Is it Voltaire? Oh oh oh...)

Since this page is going to snowball all the way to the bottom of the bunny slope, I suppose this should help make it more bearable... I'm real.

I guess I'm not supposed to live after "nine".

I wonder why that was? You'll not figure it out, but I was delayed all because of this (seemingly) innocuous posting.

- - -

I suppose I am to believe this is a 'no-former-Penthouse-Pet-of-the-Year-zone'?

Why won't you go through?
 

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http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lf...4fjqo1_400.jpg

It would seem it had something to do with the "true" url address of this linking: Sunny Leone.
I couldn't get around it for the life of me. --(until now?)

I wished to mention that, she, too, above, is a real commodity. (and was once a very real hottie).

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original message that could not get thru:

Alas... yeah, she is real, too. (although, I'm saddened to report, her upper-body region of being no longer has its "warranty" of naturality.)

-- (to note: do not click the above link. You can click it, but it's not valid. I just put in "wikipedia link", because the original url address would not allow me to post this reply. Very weird doings, man.)