The Illimitable Ocean of Inexplicability

Month: April, 2015

Hello, how are you?

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“Doo da wop, doo bee doo da wop, do wah doo lang.
Blue days, black nights, doo wah doo lang.
I look into the sky, the love you need ain’t gonna see you through,
And I wonder why, the little things you planned ain’t comin’ true”

– ‘Telephone Line’, Electric Light Orchestra

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So, have you been alright? I have, of course I have, quite right in fact, was there ever any doubt in your mind? You did wonder, didn’t you? Wonder how I was. Is this too many questions? Well, we haven’t seen one another in who knows how long. Long enough, I suspect, that I just about can’t remember, but, not so long that I can’t feel fairly confidant that it’s been quite some time since you bothered with even a passing thought of me. That’s alright. Whatever you need to do to get through all those lonely, lonely, lonely nights, Doo da wop, doo bee doo da wop, do wah doo lang….

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The Institute for the Study of Slightly Varying Circumstances Presents: Your Mother! The Classic One Act Play in Comic Form

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YOUR MOTHER

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Your Mother!

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your mother 1

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Act I

Scene I

Enter The Floating Head and Wilson near a lamp post in a park

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The Floating Head: Your Mother stinks

Wilson: Does She? I hadn’t noticed.

The Floating Head: Well, take my word for it, she does.

Wilson: Hmm, really? Strange, I’ve never noticed an odor about her. How would you describe it?

The Floating Head: Like barf

Wilson: Barf, you say? That is a most unfortunate stench for dear mother to be giving off. I will have to inform her immediately.  Thank you and good day.

The Floating Head: Yeah, you do that. Bye.

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Alright for some

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Did you know that today is National Sybling Day?

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I didn’t

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Where there is more than enough of everything (episode four)

I was just looking over this old post and thought, “I aughta reblog this” which is what I’m doing. Anyway, I don’t expect you to read the whole damn thing, but just take a moment to scroll to the bottom of the page. I did, and you know what I thought “Whoever wrote this is a freakin’ nutcase” So, go ahead and see what you think.

The Illimitable Ocean of Inexplicability

Where there is more than enough of everything
 
 
 
 
 
 
A series of tales told pertaining to the President and Founder’s California sojourn
(in generationes et et in)
 
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Pilgrimage to the Pyramid

“There are three classes of people: those who see. Those who see when they are shown. Those who do not see.”
-Leonardo da Vinci
 

I saw it from the bathroom window

Raining, stuck inside with San Francisco just beyond the door1. Maybe I could use an umbrella, but with the drops of rain being the size of light bulbs2, and the wind whipping around like a small dog in the front room of an old lady’s house3 it would surely be destroyed in an instant4. So, I just sat there, looking out the kitchen window, absentmindedly writing on a…

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It has recently been brought to my attention

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And, as such I am now bringing it to your attention. That is, that I have been, for some time, missing. It’s true, you can check for yourself, if you like, or simply take my word for it. To be honest it matters very little to me for I am aware of what has taken place because I was there when it all happened. Now I am here. Amongst you all again, and soon to return with more of the explanations you so sorely depend on me for.

Until then,

The President and Founder

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Tonight I stand on the edge of eternity where she left me in the darkness of despair

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