Story redux... (page 3)

I think these coconuts would go great with some limes. With limes that rhymes and ends a time where a fine line seems to climb a cocoa sea full of dreams in which the leaves of trees cease to be afar from greens, a screen or ice cream? Shallow tubthumping trip trop trumps trapping twice topped and swopped in a swoon berry cherry-ripe? For the occassion lets one shall toward the sea be, awaiting merry consoltations elating the wares.

female from The Great Plains USA

Leo Sun/Merc/Venus Scorp Moon/Asc/Nept

I think these coconuts would go great with some limes. With limes that rhymes and ends a time where a fine line seems to climb a cocoa sea full of dreams in which the leaves of trees cease to be afar from greens, a screen or ice cream? Shallow tubthumping trip trop trumps trapping twice topped and swopped in a swoon berry cherry-ripe? For the occassion lets one shall toward the sea be, awaiting merry consoltations elating the wares. In a flash they did dash toward the sea on a spree, to dip deep in the dark on a lark to be free. Forget once, oh 'tis nice, forget twice is much better, treats with lime o'er the coconuts and laughter forever. But whom was forgot by our group in the sea? Stayed a-palm in the dark was the glum red_aries! So what was his fate in the night, do we know? If tempted once more, will we know, will he show?

113 years old from Monkey Fonics,Facilitator,Smart Arse

An average day at the offices of... from

I think these coconuts would go great with some limes. With limes that rhymes and ends a time where a fine line seems to climb a cocoa sea full of dreams in which the leaves of trees cease to be afar from greens, a screen or ice cream? Shallow tubthumping trip trop trumps trapping twice topped and swopped in a swoon berry cherry-ripe? For the occassion lets one shall toward the sea be, awaiting merry consoltations elating the wares. In a flash they did dash toward the sea on a spree, to dip deep in the dark on a lark to be free. Forget once, oh 'tis nice, forget twice is much better, treats with lime o'er the coconuts and laughter forever. But whom was forgot by our group in the sea? Stayed a-palm in the dark was the glum red_aries! So what was his fate in the night, do we know? If tempted once more, will we know, will he show?
He's pro'lly slow to rise and likes to sleep in, underground in his burrow after a night of rifling through bins, for his din-dins and to search for nice shiny things. Either way, he spent the night try'na sooth his plight by sellotaping the hair that was pulled from his head after the ruckus with 'Ness nearly left him for dead. A new figure emerges from Davey Jones' locker, it was Capriquoise making noise rising up through the waves, swimming in from the breakers and rocks, crags and caves

female from The Great Plains USA

Leo Sun/Merc/Venus Scorp Moon/Asc/Nept

I think these coconuts would go great with some limes. With limes that rhymes and ends a time where a fine line seems to climb a cocoa sea full of dreams in which the leaves of trees cease to be afar from greens, a screen or ice cream? Shallow tubthumping trip trop trumps trapping twice topped and swopped in a swoon berry cherry-ripe? For the occassion lets one shall toward the sea be, awaiting merry consoltations elating the wares. In a flash they did dash toward the sea on a spree, to dip deep in the dark on a lark to be free. Forget once, oh 'tis nice, forget twice is much better, treats with lime o'er the coconuts and laughter forever. But whom was forgot by our group in the sea? Stayed a-palm in the dark was the glum red_aries! So what was his fate in the night, do we know? If tempted once more, will we know, will he show?
He's pro'lly slow to rise and likes to sleep in, underground in his burrow after a night of rifling through bins, for his din-dins and to search for nice shiny things. Either way, he spent the night try'na sooth his plight by sellotaping the hair that was pulled from his head after the ruckus with 'Ness nearly left him for dead. A new figure emerges from Davey Jones' locker, it was Capriquoise making noise rising up through the waves, swimming in from the breakers and rocks, crags and caves, cavort up and sashay, as the night passed to day, and an end to the play, on the beach they do lay, in the sun and sea-spray. Bling opened his eyes, and to his surprise, was

113 years old from Monkey Fonics,Facilitator,Smart Arse

An average day at the offices of... from

I think these coconuts would go great with some limes. With limes that rhymes and ends a time where a fine line seems to climb a cocoa sea full of dreams in which the leaves of trees cease to be afar from greens, a screen or ice cream? Shallow tubthumping trip trop trumps trapping twice topped and swopped in a swoon berry cherry-ripe? For the occassion lets one shall toward the sea be, awaiting merry consoltations elating the wares. In a flash they did dash toward the sea on a spree, to dip deep in the dark on a lark to be free. Forget once, oh 'tis nice, forget twice is much better, treats with lime o'er the coconuts and laughter forever. But whom was forgot by our group in the sea? Stayed a-palm in the dark was the glum red_aries! So what was his fate in the night, do we know? If tempted once more, will we know, will he show?
He's pro'lly slow to rise and likes to sleep in, underground in his burrow after a night of rifling through bins, for his din-dins and to search for nice shiny things. Either way, he spent the night try'na sooth his plight by sellotaping the hair that was pulled from his head after the ruckus with 'Ness nearly left him for dead. A new figure emerges from Davey Jones' locker, it was Capriquoise making noise rising up through the waves, swimming in from the breakers and rocks, crags and caves, cavort up and sashay, as the night passed to day, and an end to the play, on the beach they do lay, in the sun and sea-spray. Bling opened his eyes, and to his surprise, was not was was playing on the radio that day, a piece of the debri that was set free from the shipwreck, prolly flung from deck awww heck ! what's wrong with the dial ? Is there no Magic FM out here ? All the while...

female from The Great Plains USA

Leo Sun/Merc/Venus Scorp Moon/Asc/Nept

I think these coconuts would go great with some limes. With limes that rhymes and ends a time where a fine line seems to climb a cocoa sea full of dreams in which the leaves of trees cease to be afar from greens, a screen or ice cream? Shallow tubthumping trip trop trumps trapping twice topped and swopped in a swoon berry cherry-ripe? For the occassion lets one shall toward the sea be, awaiting merry consoltations elating the wares. In a flash they did dash toward the sea on a spree, to dip deep in the dark on a lark to be free. Forget once, oh 'tis nice, forget twice is much better, treats with lime o'er the coconuts and laughter forever. But whom was forgot by our group in the sea? Stayed a-palm in the dark was the glum red_aries! So what was his fate in the night, do we know? If tempted once more, will we know, will he show?
He's pro'lly slow to rise and likes to sleep in, underground in his burrow after a night of rifling through bins, for his din-dins and to search for nice shiny things. Either way, he spent the night try'na sooth his plight by sellotaping the hair that was pulled from his head after the ruckus with 'Ness nearly left him for dead. A new figure emerges from Davey Jones' locker, it was Capriquoise making noise rising up through the waves, swimming in from the breakers and rocks, crags and caves, cavort up and sashay, as the night passed to day, and an end to the play, on the beach they do lay, in the sun and sea-spray. Bling opened his eyes, and to his surprise, was not was was playing on the radio that day, a piece of the debri that was set free from the shipwreck, prolly flung from deck awww heck ! what's wrong with the dial ? Is there no Magic FM out here ? All the while...watching smiling to see, Ness did spy the debris, floating free in the sea, on it was a repinique, "quick!" squealed Ness, poking Blings bicep "rush and get it so we, can make music for thee", "perhaps more can be found in the bit run a-ground" she queried as she hurried in a flurry down the beach, sprinting feet digging deep in the sand oh so fleet.

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I am what I am, I don't care what my cha

hahaha wth!

113 years old from Monkey Fonics,Facilitator,Smart Arse

An average day at the offices of... from

It's alright so far, ey ?

113 years old from Monkey Fonics,Facilitator,Smart Arse

An average day at the offices of... from

I think these coconuts would go great with some limes. With limes that rhymes and ends a time where a fine line seems to climb a cocoa sea full of dreams in which the leaves of trees cease to be afar from greens, a screen or ice cream? Shallow tubthumping trip trop trumps trapping twice topped and swopped in a swoon berry cherry-ripe? For the occassion lets one shall toward the sea be, awaiting merry consoltations elating the wares. In a flash they did dash toward the sea on a spree, to dip deep in the dark on a lark to be free. Forget once, oh 'tis nice, forget twice is much better, treats with lime o'er the coconuts and laughter forever. But whom was forgot by our group in the sea? Stayed a-palm in the dark was the glum red_aries! So what was his fate in the night, do we know? If tempted once more, will we know, will he show?
He's pro'lly slow to rise and likes to sleep in, underground in his burrow after a night of rifling through bins, for his din-dins and to search for nice shiny things. Either way, he spent the night try'na sooth his plight by sellotaping the hair that was pulled from his head after the ruckus with 'Ness nearly left him for dead. A new figure emerges from Davey Jones' locker, it was Capriquoise making noise rising up through the waves, swimming in from the breakers and rocks, crags and caves, cavort up and sashay, as the night passed to day, and an end to the play, on the beach they do lay, in the sun and sea-spray. Bling opened his eyes, and to his surprise, was not was was playing on the radio that day, a piece of the debri that was set free from the shipwreck, prolly flung from deck awww heck ! what's wrong with the dial ? Is there no Magic FM out here ? All the while...watching smiling to see, Ness did spy the debris, floating free in the sea, on it was a repinique, "quick!" squealed Ness, poking Blings bicep "rush and get it so we, can make music for thee", "perhaps more can be found in the bit run a-ground" she queried as she hurried in a flurry down the beach, sprinting feet digging deep in the sand oh so fleet.
The sun still beat down on their crowns as they dragged into shore the drum that was salvaged from flotsam and jetsam, oh what fun to rap the middle in a fiddly paradiddle whilst propped on a paddle that had floated to shore. Skidaddle did the birds from the palms at the sound, punching through the air like a tribal psalm,

female from The Great Plains USA

Leo Sun/Merc/Venus Scorp Moon/Asc/Nept

Bling opened his eyes, and to his surprise, was not was was playing on the radio that day, a piece of the debri that was set free from the shipwreck, prolly flung from deck awww heck ! what's wrong with the dial ? Is there no Magic FM out here ? All the while...watching smiling to see, Ness did spy the debris, floating free in the sea, on it was a repinique, "quick!" squealed Ness, poking Blings bicep "rush and get it so we, can make music for thee", "perhaps more can be found in the bit run a-ground" she queried as she hurried in a flurry down the beach, sprinting feet digging deep in the sand oh so fleet.
The sun still beat down on their crowns as they dragged into shore the drum that was salvaged from flotsam and jetsam, oh what fun to rap the middle in a fiddly paradiddle whilst propped on a paddle that had floated to shore. Skidaddle did the birds from the palms at the sound, punching through the air like a tribal psalm, thundering over the black sand with their voices mixed in the throng. Plaintive in the distance, echoed without resistance, came a wail from treetops over "You are a loser! You are a loser!", to this our revelers showed less, than roll of eye and

113 years old from Monkey Fonics,Facilitator,Smart Arse

An average day at the offices of... from

Bling opened his eyes, and to his surprise, was not was was playing on the radio that day, a piece of the debri that was set free from the shipwreck, prolly flung from deck awww heck ! what's wrong with the dial ? Is there no Magic FM out here ? All the while...watching smiling to see, Ness did spy the debris, floating free in the sea, on it was a repinique, "quick!" squealed Ness, poking Blings bicep "rush and get it so we, can make music for thee", "perhaps more can be found in the bit run a-ground" she queried as she hurried in a flurry down the beach, sprinting feet digging deep in the sand oh so fleet.
The sun still beat down on their crowns as they dragged into shore the drum that was salvaged from flotsam and jetsam, oh what fun to rap the middle in a fiddly paradiddle whilst propped on a paddle that had floated to shore. Skidaddle did the birds from the palms at the sound, punching through the air like a tribal psalm, thundering over the black sand with their voices mixed in the throng. Plaintive in the distance, echoed without resistance, came a wail from treetops over "You are a loser! You are a loser!", to this our revelers showed less, than roll of eye and a wince from Co. and 'Ness, the sound was high pitched, either way I digress, as gray cumulonimbus loomed o'erhead and the boom-crack of lightning sent em scarpering for shelter or nice bed, to rest upon 'til the dust devils passed, whipping up through the sands, "...hope this storm doesn't last!" said one or the other as they raced in from shore to some huts tucked in the lip of the forest that they'd not noticed before.

female from The Great Plains USA

Leo Sun/Merc/Venus Scorp Moon/Asc/Nept

Plaintive in the distance, echoed without resistance, came a wail from treetops over "You are a loser! You are a loser!", to this our revelers showed less, than roll of eye and a wince from Co. and 'Ness, the sound was high pitched, either way I digress, as gray cumulonimbus loomed o'erhead and the boom-crack of lightning sent em scarpering for shelter or nice bed, to rest upon 'til the dust devils passed, whipping up through the sands, "...hope this storm doesn't last!" said one or the other as they raced in from shore to some huts tucked in the lip of the forest that they'd not noticed before.

Through the doorway in nick of time, as drops the size and shape of a dime, pelted down the paradise and winds crashed-hard on fall and rise. Peering 'round in the quaint little space, as lightning flashed upon each face, accoutrements were spare indeed, but Ness espied a particular need. "If those, right there" she said to Bling, while pointing to some hammock swings, "were placed not there, but over here, we could recline and watch the

113 years old from Monkey Fonics,Facilitator,Smart Arse

An average day at the offices of... from

Plaintive in the distance, echoed without resistance, came a wail from treetops over "You are a loser! You are a loser!", to this our revelers showed less, than roll of eye and a wince from Co. and 'Ness, the sound was high pitched, either way I digress, as gray cumulonimbus loomed o'erhead and the boom-crack of lightning sent em scarpering for shelter or nice bed, to rest upon 'til the dust devils passed, whipping up through the sands, "...hope this storm doesn't last!" said one or the other as they raced in from shore to some huts tucked in the lip of the forest that they'd not noticed before.

Through the doorway in nick of time, as drops the size and shape of a dime, pelted down the paradise and winds crashed-hard on fall and rise. Peering 'round in the quaint little space, as lightning flashed upon each face, accoutrements were spare indeed, but Ness espied a particular need. "If those, right there" she said to Bling, while pointing to some hammock swings, "were placed not there, but over here, we could recline and watch storm clouds bare down and draw near, but not in fear as we're safely cocooned, gently swinging in the rafters while this bombastic monsoon lights up sky and shoots sparks turning sand into glass and drives wildlife jungle deep (it's the black noise ballast)"

female from The Great Plains USA

Leo Sun/Merc/Venus Scorp Moon/Asc/Nept

Through the doorway in nick of time, as drops the size and shape of a dime, pelted down the paradise and winds crashed-hard on fall and rise. Peering 'round in the quaint little space, as lightning flashed upon each face, accoutrements were spare indeed, but Ness espied a particular need. "If those, right there" she said to Bling, while pointing to some hammock swings, "were placed not there, but over here, we could recline and watch storm clouds bare down and draw near, but not in fear as we're safely cocooned, gently swinging in the rafters while this bombastic monsoon lights up sky and shoots sparks turning sand into glass and drives wildlife jungle deep (it's the black noise ballast)". Dreams dancing dazzled by the damp din drumming, and happy hopeful hearts healed by healthful humming. In the light of the crystal dawn, much was changed from near and yon, the first shocking sight was the wreck was gone, not a trace, not a sail, not a

female from The Great Plains USA

Leo Sun/Merc/Venus Scorp Moon/Asc/Nept

@ sand into glass

Cool! I've heard of this!!

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