I've just learned lots of palare, I can't believe I never did before now!

> But now I know what he says, now I know what he says!

"Oh!, how nice it would be to varder your dolly eek, heart-face"

I recommend the BBC audio cassettes of 'Julian and Sandy' (from Round the Horne) for a wonderful leeson in palare, and many many tears of laughter.
 
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"hello I'm Julian and this is my friend Sandy"

Aren't they just fantabulosa!

As feely homies, we would zhoosh our riahs, powder our eeks, climb into our bona new drag, don our batts and troll off to some bona bijou bar.
 
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> "hello I'm Julian and this is my friend Sandy"

> Aren't they just fantabulosa!

> As feely homies, we would zhoosh our riahs, powder our eeks,
> climb into our bona new drag, don our batts and troll off to
> some bona bijou bar.

And you wonder how we stayed alive till now, no? It really is the social turnstiles that made us hostile. London my dear London, why did you spit me out? Cinders, I hope this is not "just for fun"?

the wicked one
 
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Honestly darling you get more cryptic by the second! And my poor brain is in overload just at the moment, I'm like a little duck swimming around and around paddling with only one leg!

Social Turnstiles...you REALLY don't have to tell me about those! And there are simply SO MANY of them...but what to do with yourself once you've seen them for the pointlessness they really are and yet every single little one of them is manned, so there's no squeezing by, not even on a very cold day.

See in my buttoned up coat I secretly knew that the rest had no clue.

> And you wonder how we stayed alive till now, no? It really is
> the social turnstiles that made us hostile. London my dear
> London, why did you spit me out? Cinders, I hope this is not
> "just for fun"?

"I'd never do anything as vulgar as having fun"
 
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> Honestly darling you get more cryptic by the second! And my poor
> brain is in overload just at the moment, I'm like a little duck
> swimming around and around paddling with only one leg!

Hush hush, dear. Cherish your brain, it's the only weapon against unwanted dependencies.
Oh, I love the palare, the lovely distance between the rejects and those with the "correct" pedigree. Oh, it makes me feel at home, and the others, strangers in their own backyard. Serves them well.

> Social Turnstiles...you REALLY don't have to tell me about
> those! And there are simply SO MANY of them...but what to do
> with yourself once you've seen them for the pointlessness they
> really are and yet every single little one of them is manned, so
> there's no squeezing by, not even on a very cold day.

"Yes, I am blind, but I do see, evil people prosper over the lives of you and me, always". yeah, and I always have to take an elevator. I NEED these guys to take me to the place where I'll be rejected. Oh, life's magnanimous stupidity.

> See in my buttoned up coat I secretly knew that the rest had no
> clue.

Excellent! This bovine society feeds on its own excesses...
If the cows could speak, they'd talk about Mad People Disease. And how humans passed it onto them.

> "I'd never do anything as vulgar as having fun"

thanks! "Better is the peaceful treasure of thy musings without measure, than the day's unquiet pleasure".
Be well.
 
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