Bee One: Is this pollen great or what?
Bee Two: You weren’t lying, Hannah. This stuff is the bomb.
Bee One: I can’t wait to tell the Queen.
Bee Two: Why don’t we keep it to ourselves for a while?
Bee One: Not tell the Queen?
Bee Two: Why should we? She never shares royal jelly with us.
Bee One: Oh, Betty! You’re incorrigible.
Bee Two: I know. Ain’t it grand?
the big cup
fill it up
but certainly not
with the arms of Krupp
rather instead
before you’re dead
fill it with
a loaf of bread
Just as I was about to be attacked by a mob of vicious turkeys, I awoke to the sound of high pitched ringing.
Anyone who writes about a mob of vicious turkeys is okay by me.
“Don’t worry about it. My expectations weren’t that high, you being a squid and all.”
Alignment will take place in the third of the seven mysterious elements. The loon knows this because a talking pigeon told him so.
Though he was the most popular author of his time, he returned to Belmont to fulfill a promise made to one Hermione Patterson. While working in the laundry, he had promised Ms. Patterson that if he ever became the most popular author of his time, he would allow her to bury him up to his neck in the mudflats, where he would proceed to sing a tune of her choosing. She chose My Old Kentucky Home, a tribute to the state of her birth. Jack London, though the most popular author of his time, proved to be a man of his word.
Here we have a crude illustration as to why the sentence closing the Nestor chapter in James Joyce’s ULYSSES is the loon’s favorite sentence ever written. The sentence is the nearly blind Irishman’s way of boasting, “Oh, by the way, I can do this.” Well, what is the sentence? The sentence goes thusly: ‘On his wise shoulders through the checkerwork of leaves the sun flung spangles, dancing coins.” Look at the picture. Add a cup of breeze. See the sun flung spangles turning into dancing coins?
Damian ‘Breaded’ Hunsacker tossed the car keys into the candy dish, distorting the adjacent dimension and disturbing the m&ms. His pocket handkerchief turned into a frog.
Meanwhile, somewhere far across the galaxy, Alma Lafferty slipped on an oil slick in her garage. Falling heavily, she shattered her right wrist and her vow nevermore to use foul language. Gaining her feet, she became an umpire and found herself vigorously indicating ‘safe’.
At the same time, Harold Plank of Sandusky, Ohio lifted a bowl of liver and placed it atop the refrigerator. His pet badger, a known mage, emerged from a cupboard to dine.
Taken in sum, in effect, overall, these three incidents combined to raise the sea level a fraction of an inch on Tim, the happiest planet in the universe.
And certain professional football teams wept for joy.
When darkness sifts from the air like fine soft soot and light spreads slowly out of the east then all but the most wretched of humankind rally.
John, as must all authors, takes on dawn, this time in THE INFINITIES.
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