moving house ... hold please ...

... and in that moment

a little wave of flutter fluttered over her, she felt the excitement that
only a lover feels .... and as his soft rubbery hands reached up and
caressed her equally rubbery cheeks -squeaking like balloons-
She knew it was true rove.

fatty goes up in the world.

yay fatty.

a rambling he will go ...

Hillsey McKensey, amateur rambler.

Siblings in the Swimwater family unit.

Stacy and Martin were her children from her first marriage.Dolphinia was her child with her new husband, Martin Swimwater.
She called her 'the little bottlenose of her eye'. She wasn't great
with nicknames.
Martin Swimwater, the first person to denounce Harold Lloyd.
Founder of the first oceanographic institute of dolphin harmonics
and flipper therapy, Tampa Bay; America.
Anyway, Stacy, the younger brother but now the dreaded
'middle child' would often tease Dolphinia. One time he stuffed her
blow hole with raw banana, because he 'wanted to see if it bubbled up'.
It wasn't until Dolphinia was bullied by some children at school that
Stacy came to defend his sister.
Dolphinia, as it turned out, had learned to shoot whole bananas out
of said hole, a formidable skill indeed. She was suspended for fumping
one of the other kids in the feckin eye with a fairly unripened banana.

the second case of things being ....

BANG OUT OF ORDER.Eat-a-heaps says it's not on.
He's right, it's just NOT on.

dunce wants out.

Dunce
–noun
a dull-witted, stupid, or ignorant person; dolt.Perhaps outwardly a person can look just fine, but on the inside,
many feel .... many ARE duncish.
Inside the room where he kept his only mirror, Tube would stand
and contemplate how it had come to this. How had it gone this far ?
All he wanted was to subdue 'Flapsy' his alter-dunce ... not trap him.
Not incarcerate him, not like this ... trapped for all time, with only
the equally duncular 'monkley' for company. Once in a while he
would unlock that door and come to visit. There is a moral to be had.
A warm and releasing thought.
Probably something about letting go, about not being so uptight
and not being afraid to let your idiot show.
... but if you can't do that ... keep that door locked, for if'n yer not
free then that dunce can run amuck. A crazy muck indeed ...

preparing the octopals

yes. the sensation of the year, backstage, being pruned.They giggle as they get ready. Is it the high of the cheering crowd?
Perhaps it's the hooch. Perhaps it's the cigar smoke, but something
has the Octopals all of a flutter.

pictured, from left to right : Tea. Frances Candlestream and Jennifer Ennifer.

man Frances and Jennifer were friends.
man Frances liked Jennifer 'in that way', but Jennifer wasn't sure.
Jennifer liked tea.
man Frances just got the impression that Jennifer didn't like him
'in that way'.
She did though, well, she just wasn't sure, as she also liked tea, as I've
said there, that's twice now.
So last Tuesday (pronounced Chews-day) Frances walks in to the
common kitchen area to find Jennifer making a nice cup of tea.
"Oh. Hi"
"Oh Hi Fran the man, hah, what about Sandra in that meeting, can
you BELIEVE she agrees with the merger? having a good day are you?"
"Fine, I suppose. I see you two are having a GRAND old time."
"What? Who two? It's just me" - Jennifer leans in, hushingly to tea-
"And my lovely Tea"
"I heard that. I HEARD you. You think I don't see you ? I don't HEAR?
Everyone can HEAR and I can't stand it any longer."
"Listen, Franny man, about me and Tea"
-Frances closes his eyes and raises his brows- "Yes?"
"Well. It's just complicated right now .... things are just so confusing
for me. I don't know which way is up anymore."
-Frances opens his eyes and looks at Jennifer-
"I have to go, I can't talk about this .." -he stabs his gaze towards tea-
"With HIM here."
Tea says nothing.
man Frances turns to walk out, pauses and half turns back. He points
to the ceiling and looks at Jennifer all sarcastish like.
"That way is up"
He starts to walk out whilst holding her gaze and as he turns his head
whacks it the FECK off the door.
-silence-
"Shut up ! Just, SHUT the SHUT UP" -and storms out, holding his eye.

you never know with nature

Some people like twigs. Some people loathe figs. There are even people who have a fear of the tippity tapping that
a branch makes on your window there. Scrapety scratchety it goes.
That scared me, one time, when I was about 14.
Far too old to be scared, although I had been watching Salem's Lot.
That bit where the kid is a vampire now and he scratches at the other
kids window there.
That's the bit that I thought was happening.
It wasn't though, it was just a branch from a climbing vine thing.

bloon for friends

Stupid. Ass.

nope. no adventure.

Just lunch.

big man, wee man.

Probably some sort of adventure afoot ....