Thursday, January 31, 2008
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
crab-dancing our way to the top
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Monday, January 28, 2008
no time like the right time (cont.)
A fight's a fight, as fights go,
Plans go as well as planned,
At night the light's too low to show
The water from the land.
There was a merchant clipper
With cotton, rum and clocks.
And though no wave could tip her,
She crashed upon the rocks.
The captain's blind in his one eye,
The first mate's blind in two,
The navigator's deaf and dumb,
These three are the whole crew.
They cannot swim, they're always drunk,
They only bathe in June.
They all refuse to leave their bunks
Until the afternoon.
The navigator was in charge
Of handling the goods,
But, though the crates were never large,
He never really could.
He brought aboard a load they'd bought
And handled without care.
He put the cotton on his cot
And forgot it was there.
The captain was a clumsy bum
And greedy as a snake.
Drank ev'ry last bottle of rum
He managed not to break.
The clock alarms rang through the air
And could've woke the dead.
The first mate smashed them past repair
And then repaired to bed.
There was a merchant clipper
With cotton, rum and clocks.
And though no wave could tip her,
She crashed upon the rocks.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Saturday, January 26, 2008
table implier
Friday, January 25, 2008
there's no right way to tell someone they're not
With my head out the window I gave a tremendous cough that I had meant to be a shout. On the second try I weakly succeeded, but still recieved no answer. Another great sound thumped upon the roof and this time the entire ewer case fell, sending a wave of porcelain and handles across the floor. I leapt onto the halfcounter, half from shock and half to avoid the shards that had slid toward me. Hours passed without event. Unable to construct any alternative option, I fired one shot of pitch and one of shotfire, hollered out the window, very deliberately, that I certainly was glad that I wouldn't need to tend to the lawn from now on, stepped down from my precipice and began to mix breakfast.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
two is how many for pairs
Friday, January 18, 2008
there's no time like the right time
There was a merchant clipper
With cotton, rum and clocks.
And though no wave could tip her,
She crashed upon the rocks.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Sunday, January 13, 2008
ox kisses
Umremarkably remarking on the depth (and breadth) of immeasurable units of measurement, at great length.
Friday, January 11, 2008
sourth weast
Despite warnings from old women to not end my sentence with a preposition, I have decided to press on.
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
flus & twinus
Help me conquer the mountains!
Help me conquer the sea!
Help me conquer the sky!
Together we take action!