If you see something as gaudy as this, resist the urge to lean down for a closer look. Should you do so, I fear for your face. For you see, lurking under that happy facade of floral fakery is Brutal Slime, the face-eating triffid, a plant shunned with very good reason by all other triffidia.
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'Look, my pets, it's Nub come back a proper King Quad like Glinda said,' scraped Granny Slab. The stalas c&g oohed at my magnificence. #oz
'Come along and show yourself to your stala c&g brethren and sistren,' said Granny Slab, and down to the Grotto of Growth we wended. #oz
A Bloomsday Toast at dochortonsloondiary.com
I was raised from a very nub in that cavern by Granny Slab and left when marked to be king of Quadlings. Now, at last, I felt royal. #oz
Banal dada interview with celebrity ghost Robert Louis Stevenson at dochortonsloondiary.com
Clattering and nodding approval, she detached her blocky granite body from the wall. 'Isn't that just it? My, my, my,' she said. #oz
'Oho, look at him, formerly a common strawberry, now a glorious patchwork king!' the unmistakable voice of Granny Slab thundered. #oz
Baby Barbra sings youtube.com/watch?v=Q87WlU…
I made my way to Granny Slab's cavern, squeezing through the opening into the Echo Chamber. Merry stone eyes gazed at me from the wall. #oz
Wild Strawberries behind the scenes color! blackbookmag.com/get-a-behind…
@mittmos I've read LIFE many times, recently floor by floor, top of the building to the basement, ignoring the 'knight's tour'. Greatness.
It's birthday 186 for Johanna Spyri, HEIDI creator. bekkaofthorns.com
My head bobbed pleasantly on my new supple gold neck. I reached the Rusty Pinnacles in a fair short blink of time. #oz
4 of 5 stars to My Dog Tulip by J.R. Ackerley bit.ly/14UPsS7
noir title suggestions: Be Deadly, My Heart; My Dagger Plays For Keeps; I Loath You, My Love. #noir
I was eager to show my new self to Granny Slab at the Rusty Pinnacles. With such in mind, I hurried through the Cherry Wood. #oz
In honor of Maurice Sendak's birthday today, the 1st 5 minutes of the opera, Where the Wild Things Are. youtube.com/watch?v=TyU9E6…
Follow Red Stream to Cherry Wood. Beyond the Wood, Rusty Pinnacles. From there I'll be a hoot and a hop from home. Such I thought. #oz
On summer reading lists nerdybookclub.wordpress.com/2…
dada Banal 3 Question Interview with Celebrity Ghost Basil Rathbone at dochortonsloondiary.com
My new multi-colored checkerboard skin and long supple gold neck filled me with happy fizz. Homeward I sped to display my magnificence. #oz
To the red hill we walked in silent thought. There we parted, the tree taking root, the green bird nodding its new magnificent plume. #oz
It's the birthday of R. D. Blackmore. He stepped up to the plate and delivered big time with Lorna Doone. #lornadoone
'Task complete,' said the Step Hen, turning into Glinda and lofting away. 'Was that..?' said the tree. 'It was,' I replied with a smile. #oz
Remembering Esther Williams nytimes.com/2013/06/07/mov…
A book review e-mag issuu.com/btsemag/docs/j…
JeanRenoir/Edith Piaf dada kwiz at dochortonsloondiary.com
The tree declared, 'I'm putting down roots on that red hill over there.' The green bird said, 'Good. I'll nest among your red blossoms.' #oz
I looked amazingly fabulous. 'It's all Glinda's work, bedawkut,' said the Step Hen. The bird added, 'It was a plan.' The tree grinned. #oz
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