tot_Ou_tard
Well-known member
This thread is called the Flower Garden. It's where all the good little flowers go so they don't mess up the vegetable bed.
You can't be off topic here because *THAT* is precisely the topic. Which is why the name of this thread is
The Kitchen Sink
(the proverbial kind)
It is the flaw that the Hopi's designed in the rug so the spirit can get in which is why it is full of pignoses & bass and where a flapjack is always cooking on the griddle and a shrimp is perenially trying to escape from the soup.
Where each post is titled
The Fool
of the Tarot deck who walks blithely off the cliff while shredding on a speed metal version of "Don't Fence Me In" on a Ukelele
Oh, give me thread, lots of thread under starry skies above,
Don't fence me in.
Let me smile through the wide open country that I love,
Don't fence me in.
Let me be by myself in the evenin' breeze,
And listen to the murmur of my grate of cheese,
Send me off forever but I ask you please,
Don't fence me in.
I want to ride to the ridge where the fret commences
And gaze at the moon till I lose my senses
And I can't look at hovels and I can't stand fences
Don't fence me in.
Which is why it answers to the name of
Ellipsis
and gets hailed as To Be Continued and writes its name as
...
You can't be off topic here because *THAT* is precisely the topic. Which is why the name of this thread is
The Kitchen Sink
(the proverbial kind)
It is the flaw that the Hopi's designed in the rug so the spirit can get in which is why it is full of pignoses & bass and where a flapjack is always cooking on the griddle and a shrimp is perenially trying to escape from the soup.
Where each post is titled
The Fool
of the Tarot deck who walks blithely off the cliff while shredding on a speed metal version of "Don't Fence Me In" on a Ukelele
Oh, give me thread, lots of thread under starry skies above,
Don't fence me in.
Let me smile through the wide open country that I love,
Don't fence me in.
Let me be by myself in the evenin' breeze,
And listen to the murmur of my grate of cheese,
Send me off forever but I ask you please,
Don't fence me in.
I want to ride to the ridge where the fret commences
And gaze at the moon till I lose my senses
And I can't look at hovels and I can't stand fences
Don't fence me in.
Which is why it answers to the name of
Ellipsis
and gets hailed as To Be Continued and writes its name as
...
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