Re: "Norm" After arriving at the bar through the astral dimensionalOriginally Posted by austintorn@aol.com
doorway that opened up michael spilled out of the blue onto the spit and sawdust floor where Austin was kindly
waiting to buy him a drink......
regards michael
Humilty,coupled with boldness,surprises truth to
reveal herself?
So Austin bought Michael a drink to steady his nerves and then he offered it to Tarina. Hope Leskey doesn't walk in and see this, for Michael must act and drink in moderation, being a ToeQuest Moderator.
But, then again, anything goes in the pub of many worlds and astral planes!
as the din rose in the pub graham lifted his head from the pool of upchucked pea soup as if to say something, his head twisting arround and point finger raised with one arm but with a lasting belch alas his head hit the table again and splattered all near with such a mess three others all heaved in unison with projectile efficientcy right on poor sage climbing the rafters to peek down leskeys dress... which there was nothing he really should have bothered to look at...
1841, Ralph Waldo Emerson, The Over-Soul in Essays: First Series, It was a grand sentence of Emanuel Swedenborg, which would alone indicate the greatness of that man's perception, — "It is no proof of a man's understanding to be able to confirm whatever he pleases; but to be able to discern that what is true is true, and that what is false is false, this is the mark and character of intelligence."
I think that would be a novel idea Michael... As Tarina quickly glanced around-better safe than sorry. Michael and Tarina decided to take an outdoor seat, Tarina still had not kicked the smoking habit. And even in cyber realm, the smoking police patrol like wandering panhandlers in a busy city intersection.... Tarina watched as Michael came to join her, her pulse quickened. It had been a long time since the poor dear had even a casual friend, let alone any dating. Tarina was stunned at how in any dimension she travelled, there were still the dim witted lechareous beer-drinking pigs! However Michael seemed the intellectual type, and that suited Tarina just fine!
Tarina jumped out of her seat, and with feline grace, bounded up the stairs and with a loud and gleefull shout, she leaps off of the stairs and out into mid-air, and just manages to grab the chandaleir. The pub is in an uproar, Graham is down for the count, facefirst in all of his green glory, Leskey is hanging from the rafters,and Tarina is yodelling like Tarzan, not Jane! Michael stands up rather rapidly, Tarina shouts down to him "Michael, this is a riot! Give it a spin!" The proprieter, seeing a money maker, calls out "Chandaleer rides! 5 euros a spin!" The crowd goes crazy... Graham, come on man, your dog is licking the pea soup off of your lips! Shouts out Tarina. All goes quiet and black.............
As the lights flickered for moment all could see Mikal laughing hard at graham.
Quickly she finds she is toothless as both her upper an bottom plates fall from her mouth to be instantly zapped by the clean up lasers before they hit the sawdust floor.
Fredrick watching those jaws gum starts to wiggle his large bare dirty twelve toes in a fetish manner and instantly falls in love. Observant Mikal of course smiles at him with a wink.
Austins had his digital out and is filming everything for a future documentary saying under his breath "this will be better then the living room zoo he posted."
Graham tries to raise his head again as if to say something witty but it has a mind of its own and spins around couple times on his shoulders and falls back into his pea soup....
Tarina starts singing "George George George of the jungle..." swinging in the rafters and sure enough slams in to the tree creature from Alpha 6 with a loud cry of dismay when she found out it was in rut and having thorns and then knowing she was immediately pregnant again in varied locations all over her body as the thorns pierced her.
"Who said we don't know how to party," said someone with a Turkish accent ..
1841, Ralph Waldo Emerson, The Over-Soul in Essays: First Series, It was a grand sentence of Emanuel Swedenborg, which would alone indicate the greatness of that man's perception, — "It is no proof of a man's understanding to be able to confirm whatever he pleases; but to be able to discern that what is true is true, and that what is false is false, this is the mark and character of intelligence."
Tarina lit up some rolled up leaves and smoked them. This aided her concentration and so she was able to better engage her intellect. For a minute she realized what Antonio’s energy squares were, his mathematical posts often eluding the depths of every ToeQuestor.
Sitting next to her, Michael drank the fermented remains of some grapes. He put his arm around her and she didn’t mind, snuggling closer.
Mikal, being an “ancient” who was 900 years old, took a while to go out and survey the scene, then went inside to hug the ageless Austin. They were both teenagers at heart.
Tarina quickly dashed for the door, with the thought in her mind (I wonder how many morning after pills this will take), and shouted out-adios all, and to all a goodnight, on this plane, and laughed boisterously as she leaped out the door
A ToeQuest Pregnacny Happening
Oops, bad grammar—she missed her period! When her already grown children heard the news of her blossoming, they went into a comma. Should they get married? Or is that a sentence?
I’m chuckling now....I think they are in a love coma... probably won’t get married til they come out of the coma...
The shortest sentence is ‘I am’; some say the longest is ‘I do’ (twenty years to life). Be back in a while—please keep on keeping on posting prepositions.
I already did twenty years to life... (not for a crime)...got out on good behavior... I think its called correcting a prior error and doing it so delicately absolutely nobody gets hurt...
She wasn’t worried, even with her lunar cycle being a question mark, for her punctuation was an act of love by the Truth of the Tulip that celebrated the Beauty of the Rose in their spirits’ entwinement In case the owner of ToeQuest is reading this, here is the final energy formula that we deduced from our experiments in our scientific research laboratory tonight:
Energy => Love X 2 + Meld/(Heart, Body, Mind, Spirit) times the speed of life => More Energy squared
Q.E.D. The Proof is the Truth
Rosy Petal, long undiagramed from her life sentence of marriage, may have been practicing it without a license, for those little dots at the end were still missing, having grown into exclamation points!
Now, we are all not singular, for we talk to ourselves, and that means there are at least two of us present in our selves, but Miss Eros LateP (anagram/reversal of Rose Petal) wondered if she was extra plural, as in the family way, and so consulted Dr. E. MJA, who was also a lawyer for unequal people.
“I am looking at your enhanced sonogram photo now, my dear…”
“Well, don’t keep me in suspenders. What’s there?”
“I see some tator tots—you are extraordinarily plural, mother of all reality. There are several spuds and some sweet potatoes—sextuplets perhaps. No more playing singles in tennis for you—only doubles.”
“No, doctor, I can’t be—I have been all alone at home for quite a while, just tipTOEing through the tulips and picking the lilacs, and, furthermore, I don’t know any Tators. Too many carbs.”
“How did this happen, Miss Hot Toasted French Fry, and what were you doing at the time?
“Doctor! What do you think—I mean nothing, just sending some propositions to more completely end my sentence with.”
“Did you hear about the poor lady in shabby clothes who asked some upper crusty crabby ladies on a plane: ‘Where you from?’?”
“No.”
“Well, the rich snobs said to the poor woman, ‘Why should we even talk to someone who is so ignorant as to end a sentence with a preposition?’”
“I know,” answered Rose, “the poor lady said, later, after some thought ‘Where you from, bitches?’”
“Hey, thanks. I didn’t know the answer, but it’s a practice up with which I will not put. You’re smart—and good with grammar.”
“I went to grammar school, plus I have gramchildren.”
“Did they teach you about two real short parallel lines in school?”
“Like ‘=’, yes.”
“Good, that was all you needed to know. All other schooling is a waste. Now back to the unexpected expecting. It could been from a couch potato, my dear Ms. Potato Head. Or perhaps you should have danced ALL night and avoided such wild abdomen with Profpat.”
“What! As for Profpat, he does love his sofa, but he has been with his girlfriend—you shouldn’t mention his good name in a post like this—you’ll get him in trouble with her.”
“Maybe he transcended reality—oh, wait, I’m so sorry; those were just some spots on my glasses—you are not with child, only pregnant with possibility. There’s no bun in the oven. All is equal. You have a womb to rent—a vacancy. My sincere apologies to the distinguished Professor who no longer has to account for himself.”
“Weren’t all of us created equal?”
“No, we are all of unparalleled shapes and sizes, but we were all alike as embryos.”
“Things change.”
“Thank you, and please use safe sex. I have taught many patients how to put a condom on a broomstick.”
“Did they have children?”
“Yes, and they still did during sex, but at least no little whiskbrooms appeared aferwards.”
“I’m going back to ToeQuest now. Thank you.”
“Wait, my fee is $10,000—the price of gas went up.”
“Let’s call it even; we both had fun.”
“It would be odd to get even.”
“All is equal.”
“OK.”
Michael, and Tarina were very happy to have some closeness in this weird but wonderful plane, Tarina of course having left her Tree babies at home snug in their pots with lots of water and sunshine fertilizer. It then occurred to Tarina to ask Michael some q's. Michael gave Tarina a quick squeeze around her shoulders. Tarina then asked Michael, "Michael, can I ask you some questions?" Michael gave Tarina a mysterious look and then replied ....
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