HOLLOW IAN

October 21, 2015

Hollow Ian, the baker’s apprentice, braced himself once again to endure the upcoming japes. He blamed himself for the curse of his name. When young he had constantly moaned how hungry he was and thereby had earned on his own behalf the wretched appellation. A curse on my name, he snarled inwardly. The crone he […]

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SUGGESTED NOIR SENTENCES

October 20, 2015

He looked like a termite, but tried and failed to soften the effect by wearing a tie. Her lips were a pair of sardines battling for possession of my mouth. I tried to explain my head wasn’t a gong, but they tapped me again harder, and I was taking tickets in dreamland.

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RHYME WITHOUT REASON OR RHYME

October 19, 2015
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behold turkeys not seen the bent fence trots by the yellow serentiy of phantoms breeze shivered waiting

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BANAL INTERVIEWS WITH CELEBRITY GHOSTS – ANTHONY TROLLOPE

October 18, 2015

Loon: I’ve been told that today’s guest for the 3 question celebrity ghost interview is a writer of novels from some time ago. His name is Anthony Trollope. Mr. Trollope, I can’t help noticing your bushy beard. Does it ever itch? Trollope’s ghost: To circumnavigate this conundrum with utmost caution and a certain level of […]

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RARE TREE

October 17, 2015

Came across this very rare dried apricot tree yesterday. Enjoyed a snack.

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THE JANET GAYNOR KWIZ ANSWER

October 16, 2015

The highlight of Janet’s vaudeville act was when, with her hair tied to a hangman’s noose, she was raised far above the stage to perform an enchanting mid-air dance.

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THE JANET GAYNOR KWIZ

October 15, 2015
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Long before Janet won the first Academy Award for acting, she: a. toured in a vaudeville act called ‘Jan and Hair’. b. considered trying to make a living by throwing a discus into a barrel. c. almost drowned while shampooing her hair. d. roomed with two centipedes and a mynah bird.

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DEFINITION

October 14, 2015

taint: corrupt spoil rural form of ‘it isn’t’

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THE WRATH OF MOME

October 13, 2015
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while suffering the wrath of mome i wandered far away from home i hopped aboard a trolley car and soon hopped off at the nearest bar in palsied hands i gripped the glass ‘what’s wrong, old sock?’ said a comely lass ‘the wrath of mome,’ was my reply she fell back stunned and turned to […]

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AUTUMN CONTRAST

October 12, 2015
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