Monday, September 20, 2010

Oh, At The Laundry-Mat Of Disease

Blog post # 112:

Let's see if I can manage this....

Emphatic Poison


Tantrum Of The Infinitesimal


Neither Helix Nor Cone


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Okay, I have a cold. I might have heard this before somewhere else, but I compare having a cold to going through the washing machine.

Everything is wet, for one thing, with both colds and washing machines.

And a cold has cycles (sore throat, then runny eyes and nose, and then coughing) just like a washing machine (wash, rinse, spin).

And I hate both to wash my clothes and to have a cold.

It's amazing, they're spittin' images of each other!

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Okay, we've talked about:

Gargling Gargoyles,
Hypno-Hippies,
And
Crypto-Christians.

Now we have , tah duh,....

Ricochet Rickshas.

Don't go crazy while riding one, or you WILL be reverberated..

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Let's go over the poll results before I delete it:

Question: What happens to your consciousness after you die?

I received 9 votes, and, funny, not a one was for Heaven or Hell or Reincarnation (either as yourself or as someone else).
Death is the Final End is the run-away winner, with 4 votes.
These answers each received one vote:
You become unthinking pure energy.
You go where everything is funny.
You'll never die.
Life is an illusion anyway.
Something else entirely.

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No poetry today! Yay!

Leroy

2 comments:

Mrs Midnite said...

Loving neither helix or cone. DNA for an alien I think!

I'm pleased you didn't give up your art.

Amorphous Trapezoid said...

I like your alien-DNA take on my picture. Thanks for commenting!