At that time Bogota was a remote, lugubrious city where an insomniac rain had been falling since the beginning of the sixteenth century. Frank sings, “My kind of town, Bogota is.”
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A DADA POEM NOT ABOUT MOSS #dada #poem My name is Edward Lill. I perch on a window sill. When you pass me by don’t attract my eye. I’ll burst into tears, I will.
the ammonia jug of ammonia, no surprise, and fills it instead with talcum powder. He listens intently, making sure no one can be heard coming down the corridor. He exits the JANITOR’S closet and melts neatly into Chapter 8, where he hides for the rest of his life, chuckling.
THE CHAPTER 3 SNOWMAN #dada #flashfiction The Chapter 3 Snowman sidles his sinister way into Chapter 5. He works along the corridor and slips through the door into the maintenance engineer’s closet. All right, janitor’s. There, I’ve said it, and I’m not sorry. The snowman empties
budding actress in search of a new name. Pelvis LaRue – handsome debutante impersonator sporting ringlets of burnished gold. Detective Brain Charmer – not the detective, but wishes he was. Souffle – French movie star and detective.
RIDICULOUS NOVEL #dada Ridiculous Novel is a murder mystery set in a canyon. The characters are: Fett Peening – the Frankenstein monster’s tax consultant Robes Pierre – frockless cleric with a penchant for larceny The Brooding Caftan – queen of the Amazon Armada Wilma Klortch -
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the distance. Behind it? Wealth beyond imagination. Giddy, you stagger down the hall, footfalls tapping out a warning you ignore. You press both hands against the door. At first, it yields reluctantly. Then it flies open. There she is. You die.
THE TREASURE HUNTER'S REWARD #flashfiction #dada The taste of triumph has eluded you for such a long slog of time. Now finally you stand at the entrance to the long hall. You have conquered the highest mountain, the steepest cliff. You can see the promised green door far off in pic.twitter.com/6gYr5ZQERI
high fiendish laugh of glee accompanied the deceased raven and singed top hat in the subsequent plunge to earth. Turns out the cloud wasn’t so very pleasant after all.
THE PLEASANT CLOUD #dada #flashfiction The pleasant cloud drifted about in search of a parade to rain on. Foiled, it began to churn in a vigorous dance of rage. Just then, a raven wearing a top hat flew by. The cloud, snarling, launched a bolt of lightning ravenward. The cloud's
chunks of falling concrete Corn grows rapidly on top of a tiptoeing school bus You toss your hat onto the sofa and kiss your wife substitute on several of her eyes Another day in paradise
SECOND PERSON DADA #dada A mandarin gets stuck on a coal barge You phone the police A headless egret flies by You duck into Spencer’s Gym and go a few rounds with Mushy Callaghan A wild tangle of vines writhes down the middle of the street. You stagger home, all the while dodging
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continued in private to narrow her eyes, chuckle, and think How now, my fine friend. Plead mercy as you may. Lo, I am compelled to carry out my dastardly plan.
was for her that she couldn’t blush redder on the day she inadvertently practiced her chuckle and was overheard and mocked by a passing lorgnette. Truth will out, and in the end she realized that she was far too timid to perform a dastardly deed of any sort at all. And yet she
crossing this trestle. In time she began to practice an evil chuckle to be used when performing her dastardly deed, whatever it might turn out to be. ‘Heh, heh, heh,’ she chuckled, making her voice dip to depths previously unexplored. ‘Heh, heh, heh. Heh, heh, HEH!’ Fortunate it
nastiness was involved. For instance, when dining one evening with a handsome spat, she silently chastised the chap with How dastardly of you to take the biggest chop. On another occasion when she stumbled while crossing a trestle, she thought How dastardly to trip while
THE RED GLOVE #dada #flashfiction The red glove yearned with all her being to perform a dastardly deed. In fact, the word ‘dastardly’ danced about in her mind through all her waking hours. She wasn’t all that perfectly clear on what it meant, but she knew a certain amount of
A SCIENTIST'S REQUESTS #dada #poetry the moon is made of butter fat the sun is made of cheese if i’m not pendicular please elevate my knees – the moon is made of blubber paste the sun is made of grain if i’m not rizontical please ship me north by train
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I gave my love a baby with no crying (a Baby Ruth candy bar after the McNuggets and before the Hostess pie. I confess I did cry a little because I really wanted that Baby Ruth, and it was the last one)
RIDDLE SONG + SOLUTIONS #dada I gave my love a cherry without a stone (a Hostess cherry pie) I gave my love a chicken without a bone (20 piece McNuggets) I gave my love a story without an end (Actually, it was a knock knock joke, and I forgot the punchline)
freeways in the mind of a galapagos tortoise #dada #art pic.twitter.com/J5zn8QeHvI
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