The great man stroked his beard and sang his happy song, and yet an uneasy feeling stole over him, a feeling that some instrument was poised to part him from all he had known heretofore. He was on edge...
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12 comments:
and he played and played, for his own .... sumptuous!
ooh ... anticipation piqued.
The line.
Damn the line.
Separator, dancer, straight and narrow.
No point, no end, no purpose.
Or something like that.
;-)
And so was the elephant, completely fallen over the edge in fact.Two tons of trembling elephant dangling above the abyss,it's stretched trunk reaching up clinging tightly to the only daisy in the field, the only thing between the elephant and oblivion.He practised flapping his large ears in hope of flight while praying the daisy would not close it's petals to the coming dark.
as the hand held instrument neared him..''Off with his beard!'' she said ;and the scissors snip-snipped and left the great man stroking his stubbly chin & gazing bemused at an unfamiliar reflection whilst singing the last verse of his happy tune. He bagged the three foot white facefree hair and incorporated it into his newest assemblage art piece due to be exhibited the following night. It was called...
Jose- better face-free hair than a face-free hare, like something in a Japanese horror movie version of Alice in Wonderland...
Can´t contribute to the solving of that riddle... - but thanks for linking to my blue sun...
gruesomely grand! I love it-now I have to find a beard and a hare and a doctor lol
I am intrigued! (As I often am here)
TFE- sounds lke a newly-discovered Greek Myth.
Sarah - Intrigued is better than irritated, as certain former boyfriends who read my blog sometimes are by my ...ellipticism.
I'm on the edge of my seat! :)
Where are we going? Infinite possibilities, I like. I also think a sphere has an infinite number of edges...
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