Trouble of O

Mum?
Nothing’s worth anything,
Or anything nothing,
No matter the worth,
Without you with me.

…:wink:…
Mum & me doing our figure 8s
On our skating rink.

Mum *sigh*
Still looking for you ~
Who’s that?

“Just a part of the hive,
A member of the collective.
No mind of her own.
They all look the same.
‘Bring in the clones!
Please, send in the clones.’�
~ Double-A

Sort of like laying an egg?

“The Cosmic Egg.�
~ Double-A
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“Whatever ~
The Sequel to What If, What's Next,
What For, Whatnot, or
What?�
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“I like this idea of ‘Whatever,’
As a sequel to ‘What If.’ I love it!�
~ Bert

Whatever.

“Perhaps Ernest Wittke is right,
And Einstein perpetuated a hoax!�
~ Double-A

Whatever.

“Perhaps Bert’s theories are the foundations
Of 21st century
Astrophysics!�
~ Double-A

Whatever.

“Perhaps Darla has come to save the planet!�

Whatever.
Whatever.

“Whitty, and Double-A,
‘What ever’ will be ‘What is’ to be.
We can ‘What if it’
Or just ‘Wish It’ What ever.�
~ Bert

That’s right Bert.
Each day, do
The best you can do.
Me, yes, I try my Personal Best.
But O know ~
I do not think I have passed my test,
Or else ~
Me, yes, happier I would be…

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But What If?
What if the Country of Non promised
To be, for Aught Be Us,
Were only us, completely there,
Would you support?
~ Mum

“Mais oui!
Even so, even if
Not. Because, always
Always, any way, day ~
Forever any shape
Or time, all yours.
So Mama ~
Please redeem
Me. This wait, like,
Now so unseemly!�
~ Moi

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“How I dared not, my desire,
How could you not know?�
~ Mum

“Know what?�
~ Moi

“My soft soul, me, knows, you,
My love for Thee.�
~ Mum

“Maintaining a faintness of noggin, I suffer
Trouble of O.�
~ Moi

“Made confiancemoi, a treatment that I know,
A remedy, my love,
An antidote, A ~ on the ground of tablet
Accept my ardor, my passion, my practice for Thee.
Faintness, your curse, went.
Your heart, your noggin, does not know badly.
Your purity, your sung song.�
~ Mum

“Yes me admit, I am your test,
I do attest.�
~ Moi

“An Eggflip of Christmas,
I will stir up for Thee. Not so much to poison,
But more to relieve your hesitation,
This your lesson.�
~ Mum

“I will drink, Mum,
Whatever you offer me.�
~ Moi

“December, not the cruelest month. You,
I conceived. Believe me, please.�
~ Mum

“I believe you, Mum, I do.�
~ Moi

“Your hesitation, your pain, I decrease.
December, not the cruelest month. You, I conceived.
Believe please. I. You.�
~ Mum

“I receive, satisfy now, mom,
Inserts me, our passion, node. Defeats me.
My lesson, your years taught.�
~ Moi

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Fobby ~
Please bring my
Rostellum, my part of that animal or factory
Resembling a nozzle, a hung projection.
I need the bois de rose rivet washer, that circular
Beam of spiral, resembling a flower opened…

Or Fob, bring me the beam of the spots
On the fur of a leopard,
Or the circular beam
Or in spiral of share
At the base
Of the stem
Of a factory.
Because, Fog, as you know ~
Over the old Coke factory
I live ~

Now clinging on my ~ O know ~
Ledge ~
Obtaining close to the big
Rise of the turn of Santa of the Suicide...

My spring unwound,
That sprung, for Thee ~ During the cruelest month.
Then, yes, transients of suicide. Perchance,
The light, unbedded of the behind ?
Torn, ripped ~ Covers of spring,
Unplugging Thee ~ brings by its clean dead of hand.
Or perhaps A Right Riot of A
Of my hormonal torrent spouted out,
Sprung me out, she did, to Torment I
[Her need for] A dire fate, mine, an aspiration, a exaltation!
The breath expires.

Off to The Libraire I go, Fob,
As you surely know, Fobby, The Libraire,
My all time Fave Place!
In research, moi, on my knees, seeking my form
Selected, O yes, Perfected!
For no one pleases me, but To Be
With Thee for fun ~ And for love, with A!

But O know ~
That April does marry imbeciles unwed to pose,
A flowering fertile in this fertile place,
Or O, too, you are right? Perhaps
A piece of ground of burial, I need, I should acquire?
O yes, I do aspire!

Now, Fobby,
Please explain ~
What time, what season, where are we?
Remind me, please, the reason?
April Fools? Do I need to reset my clock,
Is the time to spring ahead, fall behind?

This package, Fob, I hold now in my hand,
Chocolates, wrapped in a Golden Bough ~
Why?
What reason have I brought this gift for you?
Has the custom become ~ On April First,
Exchange A Gift for Fools? Is this taught,
A lesson missed, over at The Goldfish School?
Please explain. I lost my notes, or
Missed that day. Or was I merely napping,
Or perhaps, yes, more likely,
Did my mind, O know ~

Unravel,
Undone. Our head, still cracked,
A China Wedgwood reparation one must
Pay, a border tax. Or, too,
We’ll be turkey basted, stuffed, as well,
With Chivas Regal! Your training schedule: Please read
“Cranberry Sauce,� a short gloss,
A synopsis annotating Elizabethan runners
Hung upside down ~ A Midsummer’s
Day dream reversed, your mind, psyche,
Turned inside out ~ Avoid, yes,
I must, those scratchy logo labels [Know!
Me, yes, I have AD(Hi!)D, as well,
Tactile Sensitivity]. No wool can I endure!
Sp pull nothing over my eyes ~
Nothing scratchy, but cotton duck,
Yes, if well-washed, well-worn, my delicate
Skill will tolerate. So please, weave me a rack
Of lamb’s yarn, my woven Golden Fleece,
From something soft. For indeed!
Tonight’s the night, 30 days,
Discounting, not counting nasty insinuations,
What’s also run unspun, tightly coiled, unraveled,
Traveled unsung among Manhattan’s
Turtle Bay’s socialites, those Elfs who
Scamper, serve aid-de-campe,
Here among the boggy gloom aside
The Holland Tunnel ~ A darkness dug,
Yes, mapped, through time-shorn mysts ~
My telescope now sights spirits dancing on the River
East, as well, outside my window,
My view, don’t you know, lights
A hazy maze, has spun me all dazed
Around another way to see ~
To see the shimmering sea, revolve east, 31 degrees
~ insighted ~
Here atop my late-night glass desk.
My East River revue, a lunar lamp-lit second ~
Stage theatre, now performs “Time’s Rhyme:
Just Another Late-
Noir Ecco.� But nevertheless
A chilly breeze still haunts
Me. My draft, my shivering soul.
Please knit my way, please bring my
Blankie to me! My wrap, my shroud,
Worn with pride and joy! None
The less merrier, even when you know,
For quite some time, yes, you’re deade!
My condolences ~ I offer, too, your score
Scored, cloves implanted,
By rhyme’s reason: A Winter Season, now
Content, now civilized, now reformed.
Scorn? Not! Arise! Have a cranberry scone. All ~
Hardheads, hounds, & horns!
Stars sparkle above this Globe,
Stars, too, light your eyes ~ But O
Know! Mesmerize
Not ~
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My heart bleeds,
A simple pink of red aspires I
Inside a pot split by Cotta of Will Terra.
Just my Fate of the Life, or must I improve,
Yes, or, Agent of Smith ~ My difficult situation
That you locate inside your telescope.
Did my lost hope go, or you, Agent Smith
Have you seen my Mum, aka Ms.
God? That thing I see, you offer me,
Agent of Smith, is that your cord, tied,
Hung downwards for me?
Do I have to rise, rhyme your need of?
My lesson, I can’t!
But O know, yes, I can write, I can,
I can cant,
I can rhyme,
I can enchant,
I am a very enchanting grrl,
Too, yes, you already ~
O know! What’s that?

“To do Thee, I aspire, O
Do you not see you see me?�
~ Agent of Smith

“Who, moi? I, just a grrl klewless?
O know me!�
~ Mum

“With shame, yes, I aspire to Thee.�
~ Agent

“Really? Me? Impossible!�
~ Moi

“Into the madness, I surely fell,
With you, into The State of A,
Without places sufficient, or meant I the misdeed,
For as you surely remember, Va, as well, Ms.
God, so surely knows, my sins, little,
Although dense sometimes my spirit. But
Intense my desire for you, too. Desire, I?�
~ Agent

“Not! How did you dare?
How did you dare I would care not.
I could not, you know?
Me, I am, just a klewless girrl
With AD[Hi!]D! I need my mother,
My puppy, too. But don’t you
Know. I do love you,
True, I do. And were I free,
Were I not my mother’s grrl,
You, Sir Cumference, would be
For me. For I do love
Thee. Forget me not. But my mind,
Yes, honest, had come undone,
Remains no longer knotted to this world.
Now, the shimmer sea
I swim toward ~
If lost, or found, please contact Ms.
Nancy Hathaway, author
Of the highly esteemed ‘Friendly
Guide to the Universe’ …�
~ Moi
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"For I do love all
Thee. So forget me not. But my mind,
Yes, honest, had come undone,
Remains no longer knotted to this world.
Now, the shimmer sea
I swim toward ~
If lost, or found, please contact Ms.
Nancy Hathaway, author
Of the highly esteemed ‘Friendly
Guide to the Universe’ …�
~ Moi

From whom, that's Ms.
Hathaway, I leave
For you now
A brief word, as I
Swim toward a brand-new
Shining world ~

"In the nineteenth century,
Observers reproted a marking on Mars
Shaped very much like a Hewbrew
Letter used to respresent
The name of God.
Was this a message? And if so,
What did it mean?"

~ Nancy Hathaway,
From "Messages From Beyond,"
From "The Friendly Guide
To the Universe"

PS. Bert ~ I think that's
A Hebrew Frank ~
Further my story, as gone
I am. In search, yes,
For the Shimmering Sea...


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"Shouldn't that be 'The Story of O'?" said Double-A, drawing on his
well read literary mind.

Twittering One wrote:
[snip]
Sort of like laying an egg?

"The Cosmic Egg."
~ Double-A


Check out Korean and Eskimo creation mythology.


[snip]

"An Eggflip of Christmas,
I will stir up for Thee.


You mean an Eggnog?


Not so much to poison,
But more to relieve your hesitation,
This your lesson."
~ Mum


Yup, rum will do that.


"I will drink, Mum,
Whatever you offer me."
~ Moi

"December, not the cruelest month.


No, very Jolly really.


You,
I conceived. Believe me, please."
~ Mum

"I believe you, Mum, I do."
~ Moi

"Your hesitation, your pain, I decrease.
December, not the cruelest month. You, I conceived.
Believe please. I. You."
~ Mum


Have another Eggnog!


"I receive, satisfy now, mom,
Inserts me, our passion, node. Defeats me.
My lesson, your years taught."
~ Moi

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I really must get going. The liquor store will be closing soon!
Double-A

Virginia wrote:
[snip]

Tactile Sensitivity. No wool can I endure!
So pull nothing over my eyes ~
Nothing scratchy, but cotton duck,
Yes, if well-washed, well-worn, my delicate
Skill will tolerate. So please, weave me a rack
Of lamb's yarn, my woven Golden Fleece,
From something soft.


Double-A writes:
Well then, I guess a hairshirt is out of the question!

"The Raven"
chill big one after the civil war. edgar allen poe never wrote again.
he live the rest of his life in mis er ey.
like walking the river of richmond. james.
there is a water sound on bell island is too say.
smooth. sitting on a rock, sun shine total
O.= sorry. war do strange things to goals done. 2500 miles for 2004.
all done.