On Jun 20, 6:23 am, Sherrie Lee <sherriel...@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> wrote:
> On Jun 17, 1:52 pm, Amanda Reid <scrawlm...@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> wrote:
>
>
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> > 226
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> > The thunder pounds my window and the sky
> > Releases still more green to stain the ground;
> > The cat alerts one ear, but constant sound
> > Dulls even soldiers to the softest lie,
> > And she is inside. Soon enough, to try
> > The rabbit, blackbird, blade of grass she found
> > Unlike all others. Dreaming that the hound
> > Sniffs bombs in no man's land, her time goes by
> > As mine does not. Again the clock reads two
> > As if I had no other thing to say
> > And less to know, than that the world took you,
> > And took you here or there, but took away.
> > Whatever there appears to do,
> > The time is -- wrong. But I'm right twice a day.
>
> It only now hit me how this must have ...
>
> Say this is the thunder and not the bomb
> The glass could be the bomb, the sky
> And the sky in pieces is green
> And more than new, swirling
> Like Northern Lights
> And how can they be seen?
> Through something
>
> The thunder pounds
>
Ekshully, spring (for one more day) thunderstorms up here turn a
sickly green on the fringes of tornado cells (it's one of the things
you looked for before Doppler radar, and is a damsight more accurate).
That, and the hair on your eyeballs stands up...
Also on the fringies, the light (that doesn't come through the
middle of a real banger) turns all green going through all the water
on all the leaves, grass, yatta, a refraction you don't get from dry
greens.
It's enough to make you question your health, or what planet you're
on.
Maybe.
> *
> Trying to sleep more.
Good.
(And good for what ails ya.)
>
> Peace comes soon. Four day vacay! Sleep, when it's forced when
> living by the World's clock, [...] yet, sleep discipline is useful in
> the ordinary world.
Dunno. Never achieved it.
(I've got the world's worst sleeping disorder, a 30-hour bioclock.)
(Hey, maybe I'm not from around here.)
>
> [...]
>
> But in the down time, your own time, feed on food that helps the
> body glow, like blueberries (no, not "glow like blueberries"; [...])
Why not? You could be on /Star Trek: The Next Color/.
(Wait -- they already did a blue stripper on /Star Wars/.)
> and oranges and legumes, too.
Orange and Green? What, are you from Ulster?
You could be a character who was orange on the left and green on the
right, and you'd be mortal enemies with a character (also played by
yourself) who was green on the left and orange on the right, and
Captain Quirk would beam the two of you and a camera crew into a mud
pit, and...
Oh. Right. Frank Gor****n already did that one.
(And he was green all over, IIRC.)
>
> And swim, swim, swim! Feel every muscle! Or whatever your
> exercise (you do).
>
I do elbow bends in the presence of pizza.
> *
>
> I'm sure SH 226 got inside like a cat that pounced on me >before< I
> knew it!
Good. It's spoZe to.
tnx.
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