"Norm"

[Tarina]

Well, I totally forgot all of my instructions, it must have had something to do with that darned alpha 6 Tree being that was in rut. You know I have 24 babies from it don't you? Thank god said Tarina, It was deleriously delightful in the Delta Zone, but coming back into ones self is always a treat.... Labelwench gave Tarina a quick once over and told her to get her feces together, we are going on a trip to go and nab some of those interplanetary fugitives, we need to collect the bounty to get our outfits for the "Gathering". Tarina snapped to attention, and said "Did you say the Gathering?" Tarina had a fierce look in her eyes as she spoke to Labelwench......

[Tarina]

Labelwench had that look on her face people get when they are having a shockwave rip through their mindwaves. She strode over to Tarina and said "So this is it, is it not my friend?" Tarina was halfway through the room when she faltered and paused, I have no idea where this will take me, but I'm hoping it will take me near or close to galies 5 through the next pulsing wormhole. I will be back, does anyone want to join me? It is the trip of a lifetime! Goodbye for now....... and Tarina was gone as she bounced into the next vibrational field.

[austintorn@aol.com]

Le titre de la confèrence de ce soir est

´Les secrets de l'Univers et
de La paternitè et la maternitè de l'èternitè’

(to be in the 'Gathering' thread)

[austintorn@aol.com]

Histoire D'amour
(Love Story)

Un homme tombe en amour avec ses yeux,
(A man falls in love through his eyes,)

Une femme travers ses oreilles;
(A woman through her ears; )

Plus tard, il renverse ...
(Later it reverses…)

Une femme prend note de tout ce qui sera fait,
(A woman notes everything to be done,)

Mais l'homme ne connaót pas le voir un.
(But the man does not hear the seeing one.)

Mais il ya encore de l'espoir ...
(But there is still hope…)

Comme dans le mariage
(As in the marriage)

De la femme aveugle
(Of the blind lady)

Pour l'homme sourd.
(To the deaf man.)

[labelwench]

While awaiting Tarina's return, Caramel wandered over to Labelwench and the two of them ordered a bottle of Australian Shiraz. On her home space/timeline, Caramel was not permitted such liberties. This mind travel was a blast! She knew that her kind would not have put up with the indignities of humankind were there not some sort of payback. At heart, they were both fun loving species, with a few differences.

Amongst humans, common sense is anything but. Horses are all said to be possessed of "horse sense".

"And just what is that?", some might ask.

It's the sense that keeps horses from betting on humans....

[austintorn@aol.com]

OK, Austin is taking horse bets on whether the human race will go anywhere…


Red wines mostly lack the punch delivered by Shiraz, which is what the Australians call Syrah. The syrah is a noble grape -- right up there with cabernet sauvignon-- that produces satisfying and generous red wine in a range of styles, depending on where it's grown, the age of the vines and the kind of oak used for aging, among other factors.

The Australians first planted syrah in the middle of the 19th century, and long considered it to be sort of a "workhorse" grape -- much as Californians regard zinfandel -- used to produce inexpensive, yet flavorful wines very appropriate for everyday drinking.

[G_burnett]

......As Graham fell off his tree limb directly into a Pub Portal tripping over the door sill and rolling none to elegantly over to labelwrench table knocking her brew over and catching it in his mouth as it spilled off her table, he quickly said thank you for the refreshment.

To her amaze at what all can go on in a pub he sat himself down and with one hand on her cute knobby knee under the table ordered two more brewskies looked her straight in the eye and said, " I am the bearer of bad news by lovely lady."

Her eyes widened in total expectation and seeing his advantage manifest slid his hand a bit higher on her leg as he then continued:

"The horse you were chasing my dear was not a horse but a grand bull moose, and easy mistake when they do not have there antlers ..." and continues,

"I have seen it and know it was yours by the saddle that that was on it back..."

"Was?" she replied as his hand went a bit further up her leg, now trembling in anticipation but not moved away.

"yes, my dear."

"He was roasted by an unavoidable heat wave from the center of the sky a green quark caused disagreeing with my stomach and at this very moment he is being eaten by Katrina my familiar and wolf bitch in grand manner, howling in pleasure in her yearly meal."

"It was provinence..." he whispered as shaved silk under his fingers was all so softly caressed ...

Austin spoke then from across the table in a low voice less his jealous wife over hear ... "I am married madam, please remove your hand.."

...but this was unheard by both graham and labelwrench as she in her own state let go with a hammer of a fist to grahams jaw and he being the recipient of the sledge like blow with papers falling out and spinning across the floor did not hear anything for a while.

Austin picking up a page from the floor read thus aloud.

The Theory of Everything

By

Graham Burnett

Chapter One

“In the rainbows of our conscious mind, there in that place, develops the quest for our purpose in the great all and the mundane of just exist, that fails life.”

The question of some our greatest thinkers over history have striven and labored over the meaning of life to some of the greatest masterpieces of literature ever written.

Plato, Socrates, Aristotle, Tao, or Newton the nature thinker, Leonardo De Vinci the inventor, Rembrandt the painter, as on and on the list goes to history made manifest and gives us word and picture, boundary and infinity, faith and hope, fact and fiction of the individual thinker for to all that come after.

The reason of record is that future generations may predict from asking the great question an answer. It has been this way from even before we outlined our hands on cave walls to pictograph form, great hunts that gave nourishment and life to the tribe and individual made record to celebrate life over death.

“Where do I fit into the meaning of life?”

Is not then the yelled in a primal scream by all? Everyone, in every culture, gender, race and circumstance, at least once in an individual persona ponder in a sufferance of exist without meaning, makes this the great call to the heavens. The heavens are too often silent. The heavens do not answer back.

Alternatively, do they ever?

Who has not said these words are nay as they then be of an assemblage of false ones to deny the yell having ever been spoken through there mind and begotten thus they are not longer alive and surely not ever to be remembered. Who answers thus the question if not spoken from the heavens above?

What is there to immediately then ready to give answer? Death is there and it is ready in all its inane cruelty.

If we do not take the great, personal, ponder, to the level of personal investigation of truth once we ask the great question, all, becomes lost. Death becomes the winner then indeed and it is over for all human exist the predict.

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Then all was silent in the bar. Just for a moment....

[labelwench]

.....Graham seemed to have been partying for some time, judging by his appearance and demeanor. He seemed not to notice that his intense manner was upsetting to Caramel, she being a most intuitive horse.

Having a total stranger grope her knee, cute and knobby as horse knees are, engaged her "fight or flight response." She being a maiden mare, and a bit ticklish to boot, finally lost control when Graham's exploratory fingertips reached several inches higher.

At a subtle signal from labelwench, Caramel swung her head to look Graham in the eye, succeeding in knocking him senseless when her hard poll connected with his jaw. Horses are known for their lack of depth perception, needing to raise and lower their neck to bring images into focus.

Quickly distracting Katrina, the wolf bitch, with a gift of raw steak ordered through Robert, Labelwench pulled a couple of black silk ties from a pocket of her coat. In minutes, she had Graham's hands bound with one, and a "people halter" around his neck, the end of which she now held.

As she was listenening to Austin read, she was also considering which of her horse training techniques might best be employed in making Graham more tractable....

[austintorn@aol.com]

Graham’s silken foray to where no male had gone before was an as irresistible force meeting an unbreakable wall. It created a universe like Jonathan Swift’s in which horses reigned and yahoos served—and so he had to carry the horse down the road on his back. Labelwench placed a bar code on his head.

Everyone tends to become unruly in a Pub, as it is an arena of drinks over great plans made that are just as soon forgotten—and so such it is in another way that we should listen to our daydreams.

[labelwench]

While waiting for Graham to regain consciouness, and possibly his senses, labelwench ordered two glasses of Chilean Malbec for herself and Graham, a plate of fine oatcakes with butter and organic white cheddar, and a fruit tray. Oh yes, and a large bowl of crimped whole oats with baby carrots and sliced apples for Caramel.

Robert ran a very fine and well appointed establishment. That, and he kept his council regarding his patrons and their antics. A little bird had told her that he also ran a fine poker game in a hidden lounge....but she digressed.

"Ah, Graham, allow me to assist you to a more comfortable position", as she helped said gentleman to his seat. "I do apologize for the actions of my trusty steed. She misjudged the length of her neck. Do you require any medical attention for that bump on your head?"

Graham was somewhat at a loss regarding labelwench's friendly demeanor, which seemed slightly at odds with her capable manner and the silk tie that she had draped around his neck. And tied hands? Perhaps the minx was into bondage?

This thought emboldened him to remark, "Sustenance! That's thoughtful of you, 'Wrench. Why'n the name of Hades are the glasses half empty, though? Sporting with a wench such as yourself gives a fellow a powerful thirst, and half a glass of Kool-aid ain't going to do the trick."

"That's 'isn't going to do it', Graham, and the name is Labelwench, if you please. Vui Manent is a Chilean Malbec, and red wine is served in larger glasses than white wine, to allow it to breathe. The aroma of the wine is part of it's pleasure, and it is the quality of the beverage that we are going to enjoy. " Labelwench emphasized her conversation with several tugs on Graham's 'lead rope'.....